Typhon looked at Qin, twisted his wrist, held the dagger behind his back, and whispered:
"A transcendent in the alien realm? A shapeshifter of at least level eight?"
After speaking, Typhon ran straight away, taking advantage of the moment that attracted Qin's attention, dragging out a long string of afterimages in the moonlight. Finally, he changed his direction and launched a fatal attack from the blind spot behind Qin.
There was a soft pop.
The dagger seemed to have pierced something, but no blood was brought out. Typhon took a closer look and found that a group of transparent mucus was slowly appearing on Qin's back. It was this transparent mucus that covered the dagger in his hand.
The sword resisted.
The attack failed, and Typhon quickly retreated.
The dagger was recovered, but transparent mucus still remained on it.
Typhon didn't know where the mucus came from, but judging from the previous blow, this mucus has strong adhesiveness. If the mucus standing on the dagger is not cleaned up, the dagger will
not available.
While Typhon started cleaning up the slime, Jean took action.
I saw Qin taking off her outer coat, revealing her smooth and white shoulders, and slowly squatted down.
Under the moonlight, large sections of suture marks appeared very abruptly on Qin's shoulders, like the messy stitches left behind by a third-rate surgeon.
The dark threads and crooked stitches, all appearing on Qin's white shoulders, looked so shocking.
The next moment, after those suture marks appeared, Qin exerted slight force, the black stitches collapsed, the flesh and blood turned out, and a hairy leg suddenly appeared from the wound on Qin's right shoulder.
The furry legs struggled outwards, using sharp claws to support Qin's smooth skin. Then, from the flesh and blood, a vaguely human-like mouthpart appeared, and began to spurt white threads around it.
Just like a spider weaving a web, with Qin as the center, a web cocoon formed instantly, trapping Typhon firmly inside.
The weaving of the cocoon was completed, and all the visions began to move backwards. The mouthparts hid deep in the flesh and blood, the long hairy legs began to retract, the flesh and blood squirmed and came together, and then black silk threads appeared out of thin air, sewing the wounds roughly and brutally.
After a while, the suturing of the wound on Qin's right shoulder was completed, and the black threads and messy stitches began to fade. Soon, Qin's right shoulder became smooth and white again.
However, the matter was far from over here. The same phenomenon appeared on Qin's left shoulder.
Only this time, what emerged from Qin's body was a half-cut hand bone.
The hand bones were exposed to the air, waving as if they were alive. A gloomy cold air appeared, and the original layers of cocoon net were covered with a layer of fine white frost.
Everything was done almost instantly, and at this time, Typhon couldn't even clean the slime off the dagger.
The gloomy cold air spread, and the entire cocoon was filled with silvery white.
Under the quiet night sky, deep in Tamaria Park, in a cocoon wrapped in white silk threads, a frightening phenomenon is going on silently.
A chill appeared in Typhon's heart. It felt like an invisible big hand was holding him tightly and pulling his soul out of his body with two bone-white fingertips.
"snort."
Typhon snorted coldly, and his whole body turned into a ball of black and began to spin rapidly.
A moment later, a tattered black robe fell to the ground, but Typhon's figure had long since disappeared.
"Substitute?" Qin whispered, and began to search for Typhon's figure in the cocoon net.
Soon, she found Typhon hiding in a corner and slowly walked over.
"Why can you find me?"
Typhon's voice appeared, and then his entire body appeared from the air.
Qin didn't say much, just looked at the ground around her.
Typhon followed Qin's gaze and found that throughout the cocoon, there were small pools of transparent mucus at regular intervals.
The mucus left on the ground would not hinder his movements in any way, but as long as he passed by the mucus, his traces would be exposed.
Invisibility only conceals the body, but cannot completely erase his existence. Whether it is sounds or traces, as long as the corresponding method is found, his whereabouts can still be discovered.
Typhon looked at Qin, with a hint of fear in his eyes.
"Let me go. I can give you whatever money you want."
Qin didn't say anything, and just continued walking in the direction of Typhon.
Wearing Su Ge's clothes, Qin, who usually looks like a sculpture of ice and snow, is exuding a different kind of beauty at this moment.
However, when facing such a beautiful woman approaching him, Typhon only felt fear in his heart.
He watched Qin's approach, as if he was watching Death's scythe, reaching for his neck quietly and silently.
"hateful."
Typhon cursed lowly, threw away his dagger, put his hand into his breast pocket, and took out a withered yellow manuscript.
Judging from the frayed edges and yellowed paper, this manuscript has existed for a very long time, but even so, the cursive text on it is still clear.
After seeing Typhon take out this manuscript, Qin showed no signs of alertness and was still walking forward.
Seeing Qin's reaction, Typhon silently took a step back, gritted his teeth, and poured his own spirituality into it.
Within the cocoon, a burst of black smoke suddenly appeared, covering the original white frost and even covering the layers of cocoon.
In this burst of black smoke, a trace of black and red sparks suddenly appeared, as if it caused a chain reaction, and then large areas of black and red sparks connected together.
These black-red sparks seemed to have some kind of stickiness, and after being contaminated by other things, they began to erode and burn continuously.
Frost, mucus, cocoon.
Everything disappeared under this black-red spark.
The black smoke only lasted for a moment and then completely disappeared.
Everything in front of her became clear again. Qin stretched out her plain white arm, made a slit in the mucus in front of her, and slowly walked out of a spherical mucus membrane.
Suddenly, her clear and beautiful eyes flashed with light, a little worried and a little angry.
In front of her, the entire cocoon was almost burned down to ashes, and the mucus and white frost no longer existed.
Typhon, who was supposed to be standing in front of her, has long since disappeared.
Qin's brows frowned slightly, she closed her eyes, feeling the remnants of spirituality, and quickly rushed into the depths of the woods.
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At this time, Typhon was running with all his strength. In order to maintain sufficient speed, he even released his invisibility. His whole body turned into a string of afterimages, quickly walking through the dark woods.
Typhon breathed a sigh of relief silently. He knew that with his own speed, the "alien" could not catch up with him no matter what. Even if the opponent had the ability to fly, he used invisibility to escape tracking again.
"hateful."
Typhon cursed in a low voice again.
This mission was given to him by Enguize, and the purpose was to end the lives of those young people. However, he did not expect that things would develop like this.
Where did the "alien" at the end come from? The six orthodox churches will not allow the existence of "alien", so they must be hired.
But when he just sent out a trading invitation, the other party ignored him, which surprised Typhon very much.
He came from a poor background and knew the importance of money. Moreover, in his view, everything in the world was tradable. The other party's refusal just now subverted his long-standing cognition.
Who would refuse money that comes to their doorstep?
Typhon couldn't figure it out.
But he could only choose to evacuate.
He knew that no matter what, he was no match for the "alien". He gave up the thief's dagger and even used the Demon Contractor's Scroll. All he could do was escape from the opponent's hands.
Typhon wanted to go back and give the two young men who fell on the ground a fatal blow, but considering his own safety, he decided to evacuate first.
"After all, there will be many opportunities in the future."
Thinking of this, Typhon laughed.
But at this moment, a melodious song came from the air, bringing with it the unique silence of the woods at night, washing away all the sorrow and troubles, leaving Typhon's mind blank.
Typhon stopped and subconsciously raised his head to look at the huge bright moon.
The abnormality lasted for two seconds, and Typhon woke up from his momentary trance. The fear that followed caused him to break out in a cold sweat.
Typhon didn't stop for too long. He moved his legs again and continued to run through the woods.
It's a spiritual supernatural attack, Typhon can confirm it.
If it weren't for the special nature of his field and his special resistance to extraordinary psychic attacks, I'm afraid that the song just now would have stopped all his actions.
Just when he ran a few steps, he saw a shadow leaping down from above his head.
The pure white clothes made a hunting sound in the air. Typhon looked up in a hurry and could only see a cold flash of light.
Feeling the danger approaching, Typhon subconsciously took out the withered yellow manuscript and poured his own spirituality into it.
Black smoke appeared again, accompanied by those destructive black-red sparks, obscuring everything around it.
Typhon imagined that the other party would be burned up by the devil's sparks, and he began to feel proud in his heart.
However, what surprised him was that those black and red sparks gradually weakened and disappeared together with the black smoke into the hands of the young man wearing a white coat opposite.
The young man standing opposite Typhon looked exactly like the transformed "alien" from before.
"You won't be burned by the devil's fire?" Typhon was shocked and couldn't help shouting.
"To be precise, it was just some sparks."
The young man rushed over again, taking advantage of the moment when Typhon relaxed his guard, and snapped his fingers.
Several slight explosions appeared around, attracting Typhon's attention for a moment.
Seizing this fleeting opportunity, the young man came to Typhon and unleashed an illusion of starlight.
But at this time, Typhon had already reacted and reached out to make the same movement.
"Starlight hallucination?"
"Starlight hallucination?"
Typhon and the young man shouted in surprise at the same time, and the next moment, their vision was occupied by the bright starlight.
Typhon's heart was full of doubts. He didn't know why such an enemy suddenly appeared, but it didn't matter. He had the blessing of mental resistance. It only took a few seconds for him to fully recover.
At that time, using the ability of invisibility, the opponent will no longer be your opponent.
"Chu."
There was a sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh.
The starlight hallucination disappeared and the vision returned to normal.
Typhon lowered his head and saw that what pierced through his chest was the dagger he was so familiar with.