The sharp claws covered with black hair hit the brick wall hard, and the light cyan bricks exploded with a "bang" and fell down along the slightly tilted wall.
"The movement was a bit loud, I'm afraid someone noticed this."
Agnes frowned and glanced at the crumbling wall. Listening to the faint noise in the distance, she couldn't help but frown. A little spirituality was injected into the flowers that were mixed with blood and pale cold light. They were covered in black. The werewolf with a crazy aura was at a loss for a moment.
The sharp claws covered with blood-stained white hair almost immediately grabbed the black-haired werewolf's neck without hesitation, and with his body's instinctive dodge, it pierced the skin of his arm, which was still structurally intact. The black hairs stood up, trying to make the sharp claws with white hairs move away.
The sharp claws directly grabbed the bones below, and found the connection between several bones along the skin and flesh. The nails penetrated into them without hesitation, and the other sharp claws that looked cleaner were fixed at some point. The two claws on the werewolf's torso tensed slightly, and then where the first claw penetrated, the bones, fascia, and skin were all separated, and the free end fell to the ground.
Red blood slid down the white hair on his wrist, splattering into streaks of blood on the ground. The roar that was no different from that of a wild beast was interrupted in his throat, turning into an angry whimper.
Spirituality was quickly injected into the flowers mixed with blood and pale cold light. The fangs paused a palm away from the arm, and then the sound of the trigger being pulled sounded. Burn marks appeared on the werewolf's eyebrows, and several metal pieces covered with blood stains appeared. The bullet casing penetrated the werewolf's head and fell to the ground, leaving a charred blood trail on the ground.
His left hand, which turned back into a human again, was still stained with blood, and he quickly put the gun in his hand back into the gun bag on his waist.
Agnes casually picked up a few bullet casings that fell on the ground, took out a tin box and put the weird flesh that had devoured the flesh and blood of her previous master, covered in crimson and squirming, into it, and casually laid a layer of blood on the surface. Layer of spiritual wall, then with one hand he picked up the severed arm that he had just thrown to the ground and threw it on the werewolf's body.
"Nightingale!" Agnes called softly.
A few ripples appeared, and Nightingale's voice appeared in Agnes's ears: "Madam."
"Please help me bring the werewolf's body and this thing to Mr. Chester," Agnes shook the tin box in her hand and raised her eyebrows. "It's not convenient for me to bring these things there."
"Okay, madam." Nightingale's figure condensed in front of Agnes and nodded seriously.
Her attire turned into a blue-purple dress with some pleats hanging around the waist for decoration. She looked like a banshee walking out of the lake at night.
A slight smile appeared on Agnes's lips, she nodded to Nightingale and said, "It's very beautiful. This outfit matches your design very well."
Nightingale reached out and took the tin box from Agnes. Her eyes met Agnes's and she quickly avoided it. The tips of her ears turned slightly red. She bent down and held down the werewolf's body and quilt. The severed arm that Agnes left there caused some ripples to spread, and the bodies of Nightingale and the werewolf disappeared.
Agnes couldn't help but smile a little at the corner of her mouth and then quickly suppressed it, then she lowered her head and looked at the blood-colored and pale seeds in her hand. Several wisps of gray-black mist wrapped around it were tumbling violently, vaguely. The trend merged into the shallow gray-black mist dissipating around her.
She quickly probed her spirituality into the gray-black mist dissipating around her. The gray-black mist quickly disappeared, and the gray-black mist wrapped around the seeds calmed down.
Agnes raised her eyebrows, put away the seeds, subconsciously raised her hand, and then realized when she touched her hair.
"I'll have to buy a new hat later."
...
Dreiser stopped in front of the blood-stained alley, and a heavy feeling of depression appeared in his heart, like a quagmire-like shadow.
He frowned slightly, stepped into the alley, and squatted down in front of a pool of blood with burning marks.
"It's the blood of dark creatures that were injured by 'Demon Hunting Bullets'." Anthony followed up and said looking at the blood stains.
Dreiser nodded, stood up and said, "Ms. Boethia just now should be here."
Anthony looked at Dreiser with some confusion, and Dreiser explained: "There are similar traces here to the Lord...His power that I have felt."
"Then let's..." Before Anthony could finish speaking, Dreiser shook his head.
"Ms. Boethia does seem to have something to do," he turned and walked out of the alley, "We will go there in the afternoon as the young gentleman said."
...
"Mr. Chester." Agnes looked at the figure in the slightly dirty glass window and whispered hello. Her eyes looked at Siwen Brown who still maintained the "werewolf" appearance. The body, and an iron cigarette box placed with the tin box.
"That is his extraordinary characteristic," Mr. Chester's slightly transparent body walked out of the glass window, and a somewhat erratic voice sounded, "He had a great tendency to lose control before his death. Logically speaking, he would have formed It's a weird sealed object, but now it seems that if it weren't for...contamination, it could be used to prepare magic potions."
Angni nodded without any surprise.
"It seems that this has something to do with you." Chester looked directly at Agnes, with some inconspicuous fluctuations in his somewhat erratic voice.
"Yes," Agnes met Mr. Chester's eyes calmly, "I also think it has something to do with me. What I did before killing him was the same as killing a pirate group in Damier Port. The captain of the pirate group did the same thing before, and the characteristics of the captain of that pirate group are also...very clean."
Mr. Chester was silent for a moment and asked aloud: "Is it still related to the curse of the Pagani family?"
"It's a side effect of me completing some things." Agnes explained with a slight smile.
Mr. Chester was silent for a while, and then said in a somewhat erratic voice: "I don't know much about the Pagani family, let alone the source of some of your special powers, but I understand that getting is often accompanied by sacrifice, especially It’s related to the gods…”
His voice paused for a while before he said: "I hope you can pay more attention."
"I understand, this is really just incidental to completing some things." Agnes smiled and nodded. She thought for a while and then added:
"I can even roughly guess the reason for this situation... His desires before death were no longer completely under his control."
