Chapter 65 The Lady of the Dead Soul
"I heard that you need to lift the curse? Five demon gold coins?" He asked casually, but Mu Hua walked towards a gunman, not even looking at Vito, who seemed to be dying at any time.
The magic circle that enveloped the room exuded a pale halo. Mu Hua walked up to a gunman and gently took the pistol from his hand.
"Yes, Master, I apologize to you for their recklessness. You know, in our business, we need to be cautious." Vito was somewhat magnanimous, his words were respectful, and his mood was relatively stable.
"Click" Mu Hua took off the bullets in the pistol, level three exorcism bullets, curled his lips in disgust, took the pistol from the other gunman, disassembled the bullets, and stuffed them into his own space prop.
"Are you cautious? Believe me, I know more about your business than you think." Mu Hua put the two pistols back into the hands of the gunman who dared not move, and then looked at Vito.
The two gunmen had cold sweats on their faces at this time. Because the bone claws were slightly raised, they had to stand on tiptoes to relieve the suffocation on their necks.
"So, where is my devil's gold coin?" Mu Hua asked Vito.
"Yes, Devil's Gold Coin, can you please remove the magic first? Coughcough" Vito raised his hand to his waist with difficulty, and the slow movement caused him to cough violently.
The bone hands in the ripples of the void are actually the palms of the skeleton guards. Their palms are large and they hold Vito's neck like a heavy shackle.
Mu Hua's consciousness flashed, and the bone claw let go of Vito and slowly retracted into the ripples, but the magic circle covering the room still existed, and the vicious bone claw seemed to be poking out of the space at any time.
This kind of gameplay made Mu Hua more intimidating in Vito's mind, but it consumed a little too much magic power. . .
Vito took out a locked iron box from the space props. It was a small box that could be held up with two hands. Mu Hua looked at him quietly and saw him struggling to open the box again. His trembling hands were like Parkinson's disease. patient.
When the box was opened, Mu Hua took a rough look and found that there were about fifty or sixty demon gold coins inside.
"Ha." Mu Hua smiled without knowing why, keeping these demon gold coins so carefully, this guy is also a poor guy.
Mu Hua stepped forward, picked out five demon gold coins from the iron box and took no more. An unexpected expression appeared on Vito's dry cheek.
"I abide by the rules, and I hope my friends also know the rules." Mu Hua chuckled and even helped Vito close the iron box.
"Yes, Master, I apologize again for my previous recklessness. If you need anything, we will be honored to serve you." Vito said more carefully.
"Okay, now it's time to resolve your curse." Mu Hua shook his head.
As soon as Mu Hua finished speaking, Vito's eyes suddenly filled with horror.
Because he saw a woman emerging from Mu Hua's body. It was not a ghost in his mind, it was something he could not understand.
Like a human being with flesh and blood, no, maybe not necessarily blood? Because her skin is too pale.
It seemed to be accompanied by a strange singing voice, but Vito swore he didn't 'hear' the sound. And that 'singing' can not only make people feel soothed, but also make people feel hairy.
A woman wearing a black dress, with a tall figure, the black one-piece dress is like an exquisite mourning dress.
A headdress, a veil, and lace gloves wrapping her arms. Under the veil, the woman only exposed her lips and chin, which seemed to be covered with purple lipstick.
A lady, a lady full of weirdness.
The woman seemed to be separated from Mu Hua's body. When a pair of exquisite leather boots stepped on the ground, the supple skirt hung down, covering the woman's feet in the skirt.
The woman stood quietly behind Mu Hua, her pursed lips seemed to be smiling, and Vito relied on his knowledge of the world to classify this woman as a kind of advanced ghost.
Banshee? This was something he had never been exposed to. And the weirdness that has never been experienced is always creepy.
"On Tuesday, we should make it easier for Boss Vito." Mu Hua's voice diluted the weird atmosphere in the room.
As Mu Hua spoke, the lady in mourning clothes slightly opened her purple lips.
A stream of gray and black dust was seen rising from Vito's body. As the woman seemed to inhale, the gray and black dust, which represented the body of the curse, was sucked into the woman's mouth.
"Perhaps this inferior curse will become sweeter when he dies." The woman's voice was a little hoarse, but it had a unique charm and was not unpleasant to hear.
Vito felt his body relax, but the woman's words made his heart tremble again.
But the woman in front of her is Tuesday after she evolved. She was originally the sadistic girl, and now she is called the "Sadistic Lady".
Name: Tuesday, Race: Demon (Xenogeneic), Level 51
Health: 100%
Magic: 100%
Constitution: 50
Intelligence: 221
Spirit: 476
Magic adaptability: E
Points available for distribution: 0
Talents: The spirit of curse, the touch of pleasure.
Skills: Blight Curse, Undead Internment LV1.
Following Monday, she also completed her evolution on Tuesday. As long as she has enough Philosopher's Stone, she can complete the evolution without swallowing the superior species.
However, Tuesday's evolution consumes more Philosopher's Stones than Monday's. It is said that if it evolves normally, the risk of evolution is higher than that of other monsters.
Perhaps because of her special way of birth, Tuesday is not an undead in the strict sense, but is a mutant form of the devil.
After becoming the ‘Adorable Lady’, Tuesday can transform between spirit and entity, or it cannot be said to be entity, it is more appropriate to say that it is a corpse.
Just like Tuesday’s current state, she is a bit like a lich after being materialized.
Although she has a graceful figure and delicate expression, her body has no vitality, no pain, touch and other senses, just like an immortal corpse.
High intelligence, but no magic adaptability, super high spirit, her attributes still tend to be undead creatures.
The curse of torture in her talent makes her almost immune to all curses, and what’s more, curses can be regarded as a kind of food for her.
There is no need to say much about the touch of pleasure and the curse of withering. One is to give pleasure and the other is to plunder pleasure, but the two complement each other.
In other words, it must be plundered to give, and she does not have the ability to give pleasure out of thin air.
Undead detention is a more conventional undead magic, which is to drive undead creatures for a short period of time. This magic is a bit of a double-edged sword.
Detaining the undead will cause the undead to resent it. Even if the detention is successful, if the undead cannot be trained well during the detention period, they will inevitably be attacked and hunted down after the detention.
It must be said that Tuesday is actually very strong. Even if her magic adaptability is extremely low, her advantage in learning black magic is also very exaggerated.
The 400+ spirit is not from her hard work, her soul strength is purely innate.
The reason why Tuesday is low in level and has no two skills is entirely because she is really a Buddhist.
In the hell where danger is everywhere, in addition to the abyss, there is another place that most creatures avoid.
That is the pale land blown by the wind of aging.
It is the sleeping place of the undead. Although the undead will not be exhausted due to aging, they will immerse themselves in it and fall into a deep sleep.
Most undead creatures have to lie down in the face of the wind of aging. Although it is a very comfortable lie, it is also a lie that can be slaughtered.
And Tuesday, who can eat the curse of aging, has actually been playing soy sauce in the pale land blown by the wind of aging before being contracted by Mu Hua. . .
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