Something is wrong with Miss Witch

Feeling the demands of the potion.

You cannot use magic to cover up your footsteps, nor can you use ranged magic.

Can only be killed with cold weapons.

Lou Yue glanced at his wand and the corner of his eye twitched.

However, after feeling it carefully, I found that my tentacles could also be considered as cold weapons.

Only then did Lou Yue prepare to start hunting.

The higher the difficulty of the hunt, the more effective the potion will be.

The first person she targeted was a detective, using her witch eyesight and physical prowess.

Lou Yue was able to see the detective outside the detective's field of vision, and follow the detective on tiptoe like a cat.

But before doing that again, you need to take off the bells on your ankles.

Otherwise, it would be like the cat with a bell.

Although the detective acted nonchalant, every time Lou Yue was about to approach him, he would turn suddenly and throw Lou Yue away.

Lou Yue's eyes twitched and her face turned red!

I have been a witch for so many years, but I have never done any assassination work!

At the beginning, I could only shoot cold arrows.

Later, there was a battle of magic cannons.

At worst, they would use magic to fight back.

Assassination? We witches really don't understand assassination!

Of course, except for the Hunter Witch and the Duel Witch.

Lou Yue just followed behind angrily, hanging at a distance.

The detective's speed was getting faster and faster, and he was running and twisting in the dark alleys.

When he reached the end of the run, he lifted his windbreaker.

There was a nozzle on his lower back, and he pinched two red stones and stuffed them in.

Thick steam spewed out from the nozzle, sending the detective flying.

Lou Yue was stunned. "I haven't even started flying yet? How come you're flying?"

Chapter 587: Calm and Deliberate [4k]

This guy smoothly uses steam propulsion to jump back and forth on the windows covered with security windows.

Lou Yue watched and found that it was more like gliding than flying.

She took a few steps back and then ran forward a few steps with all her strength.

The curvy calves are tense, while the round and firm thighs exert force.

With a strong kick, the whole witch soared into the sky.

With a twist of her slender waist, Lou Yue was pulled onto the security window.

The witch's physique was so strong that even Lou Yue could break a rock with her bare hands and break a steel pipe with her legs.

He looked around, searching for the detective.

There was a loud gunshot, and a lead bullet pierced through the smoke and flew towards Lou Yue.

Lou Yue narrowed his eyes and dodged the lead bullet.

She slapped the nail off the copper pipe and threw it into the fog.

A muffled groan emerged from the mist.

With the help of a kick on the security window, she turned around and fell into the fog.

There was a complete hole kicked in the security window.

The people inside came out and cursed at the empty white fog.

Lou Yue had already arrived at another street outside the low wall.

Only a few drops of blood fell to the ground.

The detective had vanished.

"Wow, this is really troublesome." Lou Yue complained.

Not being able to use magic or ranged weapons is a torture for a witch.

She dutifully dug out some tracking techniques from her memory.

As for why Lou Yue knew it, it was all told by the Hunter Witch.

When hunter witches chat, they often talk about their hunting.

Well, the only reason is that they have nothing else to talk about except this topic.

Of course, there is also an element of showing off.

But Lou Yue always felt that this was just an excuse for the witch hunter.

It is much better to have a reputation for showing off your hunting experiences than to have a reputation for only being able to talk about your hunting experiences.

The easiest way to track a prey is to use endurance to consume it.

But hunter witches generally don't use it.

What they love most is to play with their prey, just like vicious cats.

But unfortunately, they are not as popular as cats.

Lou Yue used their skills to track the traces.

The detective walked quickly along the edge of the sewer, letting his blood drip into the sewer.

Avoid being discovered.

He said angrily: "Where on earth did this damn monster come from?"

The speed at which the nails were shot out and the person's incredible physical fitness made the detective highly suspect that he was a cyborg.

"hateful."

He went into an alley, looking around and feeling around.

After realizing that no one was following him, he tore open his shirt and tightly wrapped the wounds on his body.

But when it was only half wrapped, a tinkling sound came from a distance.

The detective gritted his teeth and started to run away again.

After crossing several more streets, the tinkling sound finally disappeared.

The detective breathed a sigh of relief and finally slowed down.

The fog around them was so thick that it made the detective feel a little dizzy.

He shook his head and covered his shoulder.

But after walking a few steps, he saw a girl in a long skirt standing a few meters away.

Like a noble girl.

The detective was amazed. These nobles were always so leisurely.

However, these nobles may have more steam props in their hands, and I may be diverting trouble.

The detective rubbed his face and stepped forward.

"Miss, is there anything I can do to help you?"

He had a perfect smile.

Lou Yue just raised her head and looked at him silently.

The detective looked at Lou Yue's pupils with some confusion.

Is this a cyborg?

Lou Yue breathed a sigh of relief. The experience of the hunter witches was indeed useful.

Use skills to determine the detective's route, and then set traps or intercept them in advance.

It is much more useful than chasing after someone foolishly.

Lou Yue cast a spell and a tentacle appeared, piercing the detective's chest before he could react.

The detective's pupils trembled, and he couldn't understand what was going on.

"Bye bye."

Lou Yue waved his hand and watched the detective fall to the ground.

But the potion was only digested a little.

Lou Yue was walking on the street, wondering why.

This shouldn't be the case. What I did completely met the standards of a potion kid.

But after thinking for a while using the nine lines of thinking, Lou Yue had some ideas.

This expertise should be a typical assassin expertise, but I turned it into a hunter's expertise!

Lou Yue covered her face with her hands, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Over the next few days, she focused on trying to stalk the others.

Especially the roles of detectives, police detectives, and girls.

The detective is alert, the police detective is sophisticated, and the girl is sensitive.

At the beginning, Lou Yue always failed to track.

Once discovered, she will change her target.

This led to many detectives in the city being followed by her, and an urban legend spread here.

There is a pervert who keeps stalking people in the fog, and will kill anyone he encounters who is alone.

All detectives warned everyone not to go out without permission, especially at night.

The detectives wearing top hats patrol the streets every day wearing steam armor.

At night, a detective with a curly mustache said unhappily, "It's ridiculous! A person who hasn't even killed anyone can scare us like this."

Another young apprentice said, "Master, didn't someone die?"

"There's such a huge hole in the detective's chest. How could he have been murdered? And the edges are so smooth, it looks like an ivory tusk was pierced through it."

"Or maybe it fell into some machine. There are more and more factories in the city. God knows what's going on!"

The bearded detective complained, "This damn armor is thick and heavy, and it burns the back."

As he spoke, he raised his arms.

He wore brass gloves that looked like knight's gauntlets, hooked with springs, ratchets, and countless connecting rods.

Brass sheets were laid out on the gloves like scales.

White steam would occasionally be emitted, causing the bearded man to curse: "Damn, the smoke is soaking it."

After turning a switch, a small backpack on his back began to make a roaring sound.

The heat flows through the brass tubes all over the body to provide power to the armor.

The bearded man placed the cigarette in the gap between two brass tubes and dried it with the heat.

After it was healed, he held it in his mouth.

He was patrolling while smoking, and the metal parts on his body were making clacking sounds.

The young apprentice looked around and said, "Master, I feel something is wrong."

"Something's wrong," the bearded detective said. "How could that be? I don't feel a thing."