Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 91 The Witch's Fighting Style

A gray-blue room on the first floor.

The empty hall was devoid of any furniture or decorations, except for an altar placed in the very center of the room. The altar was covered with various mysterious patterns, and at its very center stood a statue of a deity made of white bones.

The statue is about the arm's length of an adult woman. Its face is not detailed, but it can be seen that it is a beautiful woman. The statue's hair grows all the way to its ankles, with thick strands that resemble snakes or tentacles. Each strand of hair ends in an eye, making it look dense, beautiful, and terrifying.

Three candles were lit around the statue, which were the only light source illuminating the room.

At that moment, a woman with a round face and delicate features stood before the altar, devoutly chanting in a low voice. The warm candlelight shone on her face, making her appear almost holy.

She was Triss, who had previously served Mrs. Sharon.

Beyond the woman and the altar, the empty first floor was filled with a torrent of resentment. Countless transparent figures wandered among them, their faces bearing expressions of pain and hatred, some male, some female, some large, some small. They circled the central altar, screaming shrilly, cursing the woman within with the most venomous expressions, yet they could not approach the candlelit altar, remaining trapped outside, unable to get close.

The beautiful Triss completely ignored the curse of the numerous ghosts and calmly carried out the ritual.

As she chanted, a faint glow emanated from the surface of the bone statue. This glow lingered on the statue, as if the snakes with eyes had come to life and were slowly writhing.

"call--"

The wind howled, and along with the radiant light, the statue generated a powerful suction. Invisible, transparent figures were drawn in, unable to resist, and burrowed into the statue. A fierce wind instantly swept through the room; the statue, like the eye of a storm, sucked in all the invisible figures within, accompanied by a series of piercing screams.

The radiance on the statue's surface disappeared, and a bright red liquid seeped out, flowing down the snake's hair.

Triss took out a bottle and carefully collected the liquid, eventually only managing to collect about half a bottle.

After collecting the liquid, she seemed slightly relieved. Just then, the rough silver mirror beside her suddenly changed, and streaks of blood seeped from its surface.

Triss frowned as she looked in the mirror, her expression turning somber.

She first paid homage to the statue, then finished the ceremony, picked up the small bottle containing the red liquid, and hid it in her bosom. She then quickly stood up, pulled up her hood, and drew a gleaming dagger from her clothes.

After a few simple preparations, Triss instantly transformed from a beautiful woman into a dangerous assassin. She smeared her face with her hand, blurring her features, then sprinkled a pinch of shimmering powder over her head. With a low, chanting incantation, she vanished completely, disappearing without a trace.

The invisible assassin gripped his dagger and silently moved to the window, preparing to launch an unexpected attack on the intruder.

Through the window, Triss saw a handsome man in a black coat scaling the wall, cautiously approaching the house with a revolver in his hand. His emerald eyes gleamed in the dim moonlight.

Triss vaulted out of the open window, her body as light as a feather, landing without making a sound. The moment she touched down, she swiftly rushed towards the intruder, gripping her dagger and gathering her strength.

As if she wanted to throw herself into his arms, Triss pressed herself against him and thrust her dagger in with all her might.

"Crack!"

What was puzzling was that she didn't feel any real penetration; instead, she heard a crisp sound like shattering glass.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Rewind a few dozen seconds, and we're outside the house.

"Don't go in yet. Let me try to pull the people inside into the dream." Dunn whispered to the two in front of the dilapidated garden.

Once they both stopped, he pressed his temples, bent over, and closed his eyes. An invisible energy emanated from his body, causing his coat to billow. A peaceful and tranquil power suddenly descended, silently passing through the walls and entering the room.

Before the altar, the round-faced woman, who was preparing to retaliate, immediately closed her eyes and fell into a dream. In the dream, she had already prepared her counterattack, but in reality, she simply stood there, doing nothing.

The captain is really strong.
Watching Dunn's movements, Lu Ze sincerely admired him. He had also witnessed the "Dream Entering" ability of a Sequence 6 "Soul Soother," and for some reason, he always felt that Dunn was no less capable than those in the first-year sequence.

As Dunn activated his ability, an invisible wave surged near the first-floor window, and the figure of a hooded woman suddenly appeared. She stood motionless with her eyes closed, as if she were in a dream.

She's a witch!
She's already reached the window!

Lu Ze was slightly startled, but dared not utter a sound. He imitated Leonard, drew his revolver, and aimed it at the woman in front of the window.

"Crack!"

Like the crisp sound of shattering glass, Dunn's dream shattered, and Triss slowly opened her eyes. Seeing the several people who had appeared out of nowhere, a hint of confusion crossed her beautiful face, and her small mouth was slightly open, making her look extremely endearing.

But both Luzer and Leonard pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang! Bang!"

Their demon-hunting bullets fired one after another, striking Triss in the head and chest. With a crisp sound, her figure flattened, eventually transforming into a shattered silver mirror, while her original form vanished once more.

At the same time, Dunn opened his eyes. He immediately drew his revolver and rushed toward the mansion.

"Follow me!"

Leonard called out to Luzer.

Lu Ze followed closely behind, becoming the third to rush into the lobby on the first floor.

He saw the lingering resentment of the dead in the room, and the wandering figures of several deceased individuals. The woman stood before an altar, lifting something wrapped in a white cloth. Because it was already wrapped, he couldn't see what it was. But the moment he saw it, his ears twitched, and he heard again the woman's faint, alluring murmur.

Is this the source of the sound?

Lu Ze thought to himself.

Triss looked at the three intruders, smiled slightly, and then disappeared again.

"Boom!"

Leonard's bullet struck the ground where she had just been standing, sending sparks flying across the floor. Seeing that Triss was no longer there, Leonard's eyes darted around the room as he recited a soothing poem.

"Woo——"

Just then, a cold wind seemed to whistle through the room, and several transparent figures that had been wandering around the room instantly became extremely cold and piercing, shrieking as they pounced on the group.

(End of this chapter)