"But why can only the three of us see her? Why would your ancestor... appear here?" Mavis asked curiously.
Goody's spirit spoke up; her voice seemed to ring directly in the minds of Victor, Wednesday, and Mavis with an ethereal echo:
"Every psychic with a powerful addams Family bloodline will have a personal Soul Guide. Usually, only those whose mental strength has reached a certain level can see us."
Her gaze swept over Victor almost imperceptibly, pausing for a moment as if weighing her words, before finally choosing a relatively euphemistic phrasing:
"Or, individuals with exceptionally active minds and unique frequencies."
She swallowed the word "lunatic" that was on the tip of her tongue, feeling it might be impolite to describe her descendant's boyfriend that way after several hundred years.
Goody's voice rang directly in the minds of Victor, Wednesday, and Mavis. Her speech was fast and clear, carrying an unquestionable sense of urgency.
"That Plague Doctor leader has disguised himself as a student and is hiding among the crowd at Nevermore. Just now, when your boyfriend took the Little Wolf Girl to Laurel to'smell her,' Wednesday's status as a pureblood wolf cub was recognized by her."
"What!"
Ten minutes ago.
In the deep corridors of Nevermore Academy, the light was dim, with only the flickering candlelight on the walls casting dancing shadows.
Laurel Gates was walking briskly, the gentle mask on her face long since discarded, leaving only cold calculation and a hint of imperceptible anxiety.
A figure looking like a student blocked her path, posing casually but perfectly sealing off the way.
"Is there something I can help you with, student?"
Laurel quickly put back on her usual, concerned-looking fake smile, her voice soft.
"It's me."
The "student" spoke, his voice carrying a strange hum as if through some filter. The tone was flat and emotionless, yet it instantly made a chill run down Laurel's spine.
She recognized that voice.
"Change of plans."
The "student"—Dr. 077—continued, "Go to the Crackstone Crypt immediately and resurrect Creston ahead of schedule."
"Ahead of schedule?"
Laurel's smile froze on her face, her voice taking on a hint of unbelievable sharpness.
"It's not the Blood Moon yet! The resurrection ritual cannot succeed! There isn't enough energy!"
The gaze beneath Dr. 077's disguise seemed to carry a hint of cold mockery as he flatly dropped a bombshell:
"That werewolf cub you just held is a pureblood werewolf. You idiot."
Laurel's pupils suddenly constricted, and all color drained from her face.
"Her nose can smell every dirty thing you've done since you were a child, right down to the color of the underwear you're wearing today."
There was no emotional fluctuation in Dr. 077's tone, yet it was more humiliating than any sarcasm.
He looked at Laurel's sudden panic and loss of composure as if looking at an insect in a petri dish that had reached a dead end. He coldly threw over a palm-sized, precision-engineered metal instrument and a small bottle of blood.
"This can simulate the radiant energy of the Blood Moon, enough to support the ritual. I have designed it... into a mode that even an idiot like you can operate."
He made no attempt to hide the contempt in his words.
"The blood of The Addams Family is also prepared for you. It's truly unbelievable that you didn't prepare such an important material in advance."
"As for me..."
Before Dr. 077 could finish his sentence, several more students wearing Nevermore uniforms stepped out from the shadows of the corridor.
Their steps were perfectly synchronized, their faces expressionless, and their eyes hollow, like mass-produced puppets.
They spoke simultaneously, their voices overlapping with a hair-raising sense of synchronization: "I will hold them off for a while."
Now.
Wednesday immediately understood what this meant after hearing Goody's words—
The snake had been startled, and the opponent was going to take desperate measures!
"We must go to the Crackstone Crypt immediately!"
Wednesday's voice was resolute as she looked at Victor.
"They are definitely going to force the resurrection ahead of time!"
"Wow," Victor whistled. Instead of fear, an extremely excited, eager smile appeared on his face.
"Starting the boss fight early? I like it! The dungeon speedrun race starts now!"
"Let's go!" Wednesday said without hesitation, turning to rush toward the location of the Crackstone Crypt.
"Wednesday? I finally found you. Principal Larissa wants you to go to the principal's office; your parents are waiting for you there."
A student, panting for breath, blocked Wednesday's path. Fine beads of sweat were on his forehead; it seemed he had been looking for her for a long time.
"Come with me quickly," he urged while panting. "The principal is probably getting impatient."
The student had only just approached Wednesday by a few steps—
*Puchi!*
A pitch-black blade flashed with a cold light, accurately slicing off the student's head.
The head drew an arc in the air. Dazzling electric sparks burst from the cut, and exposed wires crackled.
"How did you find out?"
The head flying in mid-air was actually still speaking, its mechanically synthesized voice showing no ripples.
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