Mir suddenly thought that late at night, Vincent and Lisa would meet, and Vincent was in great danger. After he glanced at the time on his pocket watch, he immediately ordered Martin to tie up his tools, mount his horse, and rush to the New Orleans Hotel.

"What happened? Sir?" Martin asked sitting on the horse.

"In the room, I told Lisa that I asked her to find Vincent late at night. It's almost late at night, and I'm worried that something might happen to Vincent."

The two of them whipped the horse's buttocks hard at the same time and hurried to the New Orleans Hotel.

Mir couldn't imagine what it would be like when Vincent met the woman named Lisa. There was a high chance that Vincent would die at Lisa's hands.

"Sir, you don't need to worry about Vincent. I think he can handle it on his own and his big mouth is enough." Martin shouted loudly.

Mir said loudly: "We must not underestimate Lisa. She can make Clara and another woman named Lisa lie in that hellish place. Her method is extremely clever."

They quickly passed by the residential area, and then Mir took another look at the second floor of the house on the path back.

He couldn't see any light in the house through the window, and it was dead silent in Kara's house. However, the black claw marks still remained on the glass, as well as a small amount of blood.

This means that the ghost has left at that time, or the woman named Lisa left there.

They continued to move forward quickly, and when they completely passed through the residential area, the rain began to fall heavier and heavier.

"Damn it! The storm is coming again!" Mir yelled angrily.

A large amount of rain fell on the horses and their faces, and the strong wind swept away the wet soil, mud and leaves, making it impossible for them to open their eyes. The horse's running movements gradually slowed down, as if its sight was also affected.

The horses' feet occasionally slipped due to the storm.

"Sir, it's running too slow. Can we get there on time?" Martin asked hurriedly.

"It's late at night, but we are still on the road. I can only pray that nothing happens to Vincent."

"I hope so."

At this time, they were traveling against the wind. Under the blessing of the hurricane, they felt that they could not move forward. The horses seemed to be frightened in some way. They stood halfway and even took a few steps back.

"Let's take a detour, Martin."

Mir covered his forehead with his hands. He saw another path on the left and decided to go there, even if it was a little further away.

The horse turned around very slowly and began to run happily. Unexpectedly, there were almost no forks in the road.

"Damn it! Where does this road lead to?" Mir murmured to himself.

It was getting darker and darker in front of him, and he couldn't see his fingers. Mir felt that this place seemed more terrifying than Lafayette No. 1 that day.

His vision and hearing are now obstructed, but he cannot feel the presence of anyone nearby.

When Mir came to the end of the road, he asked his horse to slow down and look for an intersection where he could turn around. If he couldn't find it, he would have to go back the same way.

"Martin, light the oil lamp quickly." Mir jumped off the horse and said.

"Sir, a lot of rain has entered the oil lamp. The lamp has been filled with rainwater. It seems that it doesn't work well." Martin poured out the water from the oil lamp and shook it vigorously.

Mir took out the amulet from his pocket, made a gesture of faith, then closed his eyes slightly and clasped his hands together and said, "I'm sorry Vincent, I can only pray to God to protect you."

Martin put the oil lamp back into the distance, and he saw Mir chanting Vincent's name in his mouth. He said: "Sir, you should summon the God of Death to protect him, because the ghost seems to be under the jurisdiction of the God of Death."

Mir sighed helplessly and said: "Come down, Martin, we need to find an exit."

Martin immediately jumped off the horse, and he followed Mir to search for a place ahead where he could get out. The two of them groped forward carefully.

After a while, Mir saw the woods on the right. There was only a little light there. Mir didn't know where the light source came from.

"This way, Martin!"

The two of them leaned forward and walked forward for about a few minutes. Finally, they reached a place where they could stand upright.

"Sir, where is this?" Martin asked doubtfully.

"I don't know," said Mir. "What the hell! I can't see anything here!"

"Sir, let's go back the way we came." Martin said discouragedly.

Mir heard the slight sound of water flowing: "Wait, listen, Martin."

Martin shut his mouth tightly and slowly took a few steps forward in the direction directed by Mir. Martin also heard the sound of water flowing.

"Where is this? A river?" Martin asked in a low voice.

"It sounds similar, but it's not." Mir shook his head and said, "We have no way forward, so let's go back the way we came."

They finally chose to return the same way they came. However, this time, the hurricane actually changed its direction. With the help of the wind, they quickly arrived at the door of the New Orleans Hotel. Then Mir and Martin jumped off their horses at the same time and headed straight for the ballroom area.

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The scene in front of them shocked Mir and Martin. Vincent was lying on the floor motionless, while the woman who claimed to be Lisa was sitting on the seat in the ballroom area.

She picked up the wine glass gracefully, took a sip, and then glanced at Mir and Martin, staring at them with good-natured eyes.

Martin Xun rushed over quickly. He squatted half-crouched, tested Vincent's chest with his hand and said, "Sir, he is still alive."

Mir nodded and sat opposite her very calmly. He looked at the woman and said, "You are not Lisa, who are you?"

"You don't need to know who I am." She said coquettishly: "Dear Mr. Edward, I am not interested in you. Leave here as soon as possible. I don't want to hurt innocent people."

Mir didn't know what the woman's intention was. Although she was wearing a maid's clothes, her behavior was completely unlike the timid and nervous posture of a maid.

The posture she displayed was more domineering than that of Walter Lu. She stroked her curly black hair, and Mir could see the ferocity and hatred in her eyes.

"Please tell me your name first?" Mir grabbed her wine glass and said.

She was radiating anger and said: "Are you trying to make terms with me?"

"If you don't mind, we can negotiate terms." Mir said looking at the woman's vicious eyes.

"I don't have any conditions to negotiate with you. Whether you live or die, you decide for yourself." The woman grabbed the wine glass with strong force and said.

Mir took out the amulet from his pocket and put it on the table. He motioned for the woman to see it.

The woman said disdainfully: "I think this extremely ugly thing was given to you by Adrian Cavendish. It is of no use to me at all."

The woman's answer surprised Mir. She was not afraid at all. At least Mir could prove that the woman in front of him was not a ghost.


Chapter completed!