The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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For her, slaying three arrogant, delusional fanatics under the cover of vegetation was far too easy. These guys were so confident in their tough scale armor that their eyes were filled with disbelief and terror as their heads fell to the ground.

"Vivian, are there still Antscale Gate pursuers around the woodland?"

“No, they only sent three people out to scout the situation. But the coordinates here have been exposed, so others should be coming soon. Mu Ning heard sporadic barking at the Sleeping Sand Bell Tower before, so the follow-up personnel may be carrying hunting dogs.”

Vivian observed the surroundings from the raven Munin's vantage point, and only after confirming that there would be no new threats in the short term did she call it back to her side.

"Hounds..."

Haida closed her eyes slightly, and after a moment's thought, she made her decision.

She wielded her power sword "Nirvana," swiftly slicing the corpses of three Antscale Disciples to pieces. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she gently shook the sword, scattering the blood and flesh that clung to it evenly around her.

The first step is to fabricate and destroy the scene.

If the Star Abyss Society's Star Speakers arrive here and discover that these three Ant Scale disciples have all been beheaded with a single sword strike, even if they don't suspect the Hunter of Secrets in the short term, it will inevitably arouse strong vigilance.

The second step is to set up interference information... to mask the scent characteristics that the hounds might detect.

Heda methodically took dozens of bullets from the ammunition pouch in her fitted nun's robe, removed the gunpowder, and sprinkled the black powder onto the dismembered body parts and nearby bushes. Finally, she stood at a distance and struck a few sparks to ignite them.

The pungent smell of sulfur and nitrate is enough to cause physiological discomfort to those little creatures with a sensitive sense of smell.

Finally, the remaining spiritual energy must be eliminated to prevent contamination. However, the spiritual energy emanating from the three ant-scale disciples had already been completely devoured by the power sword "Nirvana," so this step can be skipped.

"Okay, let's go."

The on-site handling process is quick and silent, taking only a few dozen seconds from start to finish.

After completing all this, Haida led Vivian to begin their evacuation.

Watching the nun skillfully and professionally erase all traces of the place, Vivian couldn't help but purse her lips, a sense of relief rising within her for no apparent reason.

Fortunately, Sister Heda was a colleague, not a criminal she needed to hunt down...

Just then, Vivian noticed that the six storage pouches under Haida Liu's robes were inexplicably bulging, as if they contained some round object. She had been focused on her surroundings and hadn't paid much attention to what the nun was doing.

Looking at the shape, she narrowed her eyes slightly, and some unpleasant thoughts came to mind.

"Sister Haida, what's in your storage bag, it wouldn't be..."

"Just as you guessed, it's this 'spoils of war'."

Haida nodded, then showed Vivian the storage box located on the side of her dress.

Looking into the open box, one can vaguely see a strange, bloody head.

“Don’t worry, Vivian. The funeral parlor’s storage boxes have three layers of sealed plastic bags, so there will be no bloody smell or spiritual leakage.”

"Oh, that's wonderful..."

Vivian's eyes twitched slightly as she looked at the hideous head covered in scales.

Compared to Dr. Fran, Sister Heda was indeed very normal.

But this "normality" is relative. After all, she comes from Funeral Home, a hellish place that breeds paranoia... so she inevitably has the little quirk of collecting heads, just like seasoned hunters.

The dense forest at night was dark and cramped, but it was not silent.

The chirping of birds and the buzzing of flies and mosquitoes filled the air. The two men erased traces as they moved through the swirling noise.

A moment later, Vivian discovered that Haida had not chosen the original route back to the outskirts of the city on her return journey, but instead took another route.

But that road... doesn't seem to lead to Foy.

This discovery sent a chill down her spine. She remembered that there seemed to be only the ruins of an abandoned fishing village ahead in this direction, which Mu Ning had found earlier.

Did Sister Haida notice some previously overlooked special situation, or... was she affected by the so-called "Abyss Curse"? But if the curse could affect her without her knowing it, how could he be unharmed?

Because of the head of that fanatic from the Ant Scale Gate? But an ordinary evil heir's head shouldn't be able to affect her mind...

Hidden within her was a hint of unease, Vivian voiced her doubts.

“Sister Haida, was there anything special about the fishing village we saw when we arrived?”

Her question was direct, without hesitation or waiting. In general knowledge of the occult, most erosions deepen gradually and silently; early detection allows for early cleansing.

Hearing this, Haida turned around. Her gray-chestnut eyes were as clear and calm as ever, and there was no sign of any disturbance in her spirit or emotions.

"I'm sorry, Vivian. I should have told you this beforehand."

“The fishing village is located in a location that Foy can classify as ‘inside the city,’ and there are still some buildings that haven’t been demolished. We can use it to quickly leave this area.”

Hearing this, Weiwei felt a little relieved. Thankfully, the bizarre situation she had imagined did not occur.

If Sister Heda really did lose control and go berserk due to some kind of ritual, then given her combat skills and mobility... I could just stick my neck out and wait.

That way, the death won't be too gruesome, and the process won't be too painful.

"But... how can we get through that fishing village and leave here quickly?"

Vivian didn't quite understand what Haida had mentioned.

“Like Dr. Fran,” Heda replied succinctly.

A moment later, the two walked through the dense woods and approached the long-abandoned, dilapidated village.

The nun held the Fog Street Clinic membership card Fran had given her between her fingers, then walked towards a long-dormant door. The moment her fingers touched the door, a hazy, gray mist surged out, forming an invisible curtain.

"let's go."

Vivian watched this scene in shock, her mouth slightly open, before gradually closing after Mu Ning pecked her twice.

Sister Heda knows this trick? When did she learn it? How come I didn't know? Is there anything else I don't know?

Although somewhat surprised, she didn't voice her doubts. Ling simply followed Wu onto Hailu Da after Si had calmed down.

Immediately, the two figures disappeared into the ethereal gray mist inside the doorway.

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Sleeping Sand Bell Tower.

After the Star Abyss Society's Star Speakers finished clearing the area around the clock tower, they sent two small teams to investigate the unusual situation in the woods. Those monsters from the Ant Scale Gates must have discovered something…

Otherwise, they would never easily put down the flesh and blood they had in their mouths and suddenly leave the shore.

The reconnaissance team was led by a "Tide Listener," who led two jet-black hunting dogs cautiously through the dense forest illuminated only by moonlight.

Unlike the Ant Scale Disciples who were on the verge of madness, he knew perfectly well how dangerous the shadows of the night were.

Sniper shots, traps, tripwires, or silent, clandestine attacks—any of these can help the hidden, weaker party turn the tide of battle.

“Mr. Waltien, we have found the Antscale Disciple who chased after them.”

A petitioner who had already arrived reported back.

"Have you found them? How are those guys doing...?"

Before Walter could finish his question, he could already smell the extremely strong stench of blood in the air.

Although those ant-scale monsters had become evil offspring and were keen on leaving wounds on themselves, so the smell of rotting flesh always lingered around them... it was never this strong.

He frowned somewhat gravely and stepped forward to observe the specific situation at the scene.

There was nothing there that could be called a corpse anymore, only a pile of unrecognizable minced meat. Coated in thick, dark red blood, it hung evenly on the surrounding bushes and vegetation.

"What the hell did this...?"

Zhaowoertin's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his mind somewhat unsettled.

It wasn't that he was being vulgar; the main problem was the truly gruesome deaths of the three Ant Scale disciples. Several relatively inexperienced Star Speakers around him were even showing signs of nausea, despite having just completed a mission to intercept the evil creature from the Abyss Sea.

The sensory experience of seeing the corpse of a demon is completely different from that of a human corpse.

Even if these highly corrupted ant-scaled disciples were merely "former humans".

“Mr. Walter, should we continue the pursuit?” one of the Star Suspects asked him with a slightly uncertain tone.

"...Let me take another look."

Pivolten was finding it difficult to make a decision.

These three ant-scaled monsters have become highly evil, ferocious, and fearless. With their physical strength, they could tear a fully grown brown bear apart and devour it alive.

And now, these guys have been turned into a pile of minced meat in ten minutes. What would happen if their attackers were hiding in the shadows and ambushed them?

"The surrounding vegetation was not disturbed, and the trees did not show much signs of damage. In other words, they didn't even have a chance to struggle... before they were killed by some terrifying force."

Liu muttered to himself, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

"Damn it, the soil in the woodland is full of gravel and fine sand, so footprints can't be preserved... Otherwise, at least we could tell whether that guy was human or not. I always run into these weird things, which is why I hate the full moon."

"Especially the full moon of the plum blossom month."

Siwaltion dusted the sand off his hands and looked up to ask the squad's second-in-command.

"Mitchell, how are the hounds reacting?"

Mitchell calmed the restless hunting dog, which was sneezing occasionally, and responded after a moment.

"Hmm... they seem a bit uneasy. But there's no strong fear, nor do they show much of a fear response. For some reason, the spirituality within the flesh and blood of those 'ant-scale prisoners' has become very thin."

"Moreover, the surrounding atmosphere is too dense and complex, making it difficult for them to determine an accurate tracking route."

As he listened to his report, Walter's expression grew increasingly puzzled.

"Have the monsters' spirituality become diluted?"

These half-mad ant-scaled prisoners did indeed gain superhuman spirituality through their transformation into evil offspring, but the price was their bodies being corrupted and corroded. In this state, even a mythical creature would be poisoned by a single bite; who would covet the spirit within them?

"Tsk."

Walter was completely clueless about the current situation. After much deliberation, he finally issued the order.

"Everyone, stand ready to fire and form a defensive formation. Take samples of the remaining blood and flesh from the prisoners. After that, we'll retreat back to the clock tower."

"The in-depth investigation will be conducted at dawn the following day."

Hearing his boss say that, Mitchell breathed a sigh of relief.

The deaths of those three ant-scaled prisoners were so gruesome that even a single glance would give one nightmares. And the existence capable of turning them into such beings... the risks of tracking them are unpredictable.

He didn't want to die young because of something so absurd.

Hearing that there was no need to pursue the matter further, the other members of the group gradually calmed down. However, they remained on high alert, wary of anything emerging from the darkness of the dense forest.

Walter rubbed his temples, his worry evident.

The way the body was damaged appears to be the work of a monster. However, the absence of any useful traces suggests it was done by a human.

So, was the cause of all this a monster possessing human intelligence, or... a human as ferocious as a monster? Another...

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Foggy streets. Strolling.

Haida walked through the street, shrouded in a cold, gray mist, occasionally looking up to observe her surroundings. (Dove)

The street no longer resembles the typical 13 North Norlington street, but has taken on a distinctly Gormouth coastal style. She could even see a large building resembling the Dreamy Flower Hotel along the roadside.

“Sister Haida, this place is exactly the same as the Sulan Bay Street where the Dream Flower Hotel is located.”

Vivian carefully observed the surrounding scenery, trying to match it with the images in her mind.

"However, the buildings and roads seem to be facing opposite directions."

What she was seeing was shaking her common sense about the occult. It wasn't because secret realms were so rare, but because of the time Fran had taken to set it up... It seemed the doctor had only spent less than a night constructing this secret realm.

The same task, even if entrusted to a large, experienced cult, would take at least several years and consume a large amount of expensive spiritual materials.

Soon, the two spotted a slender figure in a white doctor's coat standing quietly at the end of the street, seemingly having been waiting for a long time.

Without a doubt, it was Fran.

"Welcome, Sister Heda and Miss Vivian. The clinic has only been furnished with some basic furniture and the facilities are rather simple... We hope you will understand."

Upon seeing the two of them, she slightly curved her glossy lips into a smile.

As they spoke, Fran walked toward Heda and casually took the storage box containing the head from under the nun's robes.

She opened the box and looked at the hideous head sealed with transparent tape, a glint of excitement flashing in her amber eyes.

"Oh, Sister Haida even brought a small gift for the Plum Moon New Year. This is so too much... I really can't accept it."

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