Mysterious Tribulation

"That kind of curse-transformed weapon must be particularly sharp...that dagger, I want it!"

McGonagall announced with a little excitement, watching Lauder apply the ointment to Tasha.

"what!"

A few minutes passed, and Tasha looked at the ointment washed away by the blood, her face gradually filled with panic and despair.

She was originally very beautiful, but at this time, her bright red lips had become extremely pale and her skin was chapped... as if the original vitality, also quietly passing from the bleeding wound!

"Boss... I, my hand hurts!"

With a bang, the ointment box in Lauder's hand fell to the ground. He looked at the knife-like wound that appeared on the palm of his hand. He couldn't help but cry in his voice: "Help me...I don't want to die yet!" "

"Damn, you bitch... are you betraying me and wanting to hurt me?"

McGonagall's expression suddenly became extremely hideous, his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and there seemed to be an indescribable panic, and he grabbed Tasha's neck.

In that ruin, the curse has a specific pattern-only after being cut, the wound will not stop bleeding.

And now?

A wound appeared in Lauder's hand for some reason!

In fact, McGonagall knows that the high probability is that the curse has changed!

But he subconsciously didn't want to believe this result, he wanted Tasha to admit that she was making a ghost!

Because even if Tasha's rebellion, the consequences are far less terrifying than cursing the mutation!

"I do not…"

Tasha kept kicking and struggling in the air, grabbing McGonagall's thick arms with both hands.

Suddenly, McGonagall felt a pain in his arm, and a wound that was exactly like Tasha's palm appeared, with blood gurgling like a stream.

"Do not!"

McGonagall knelt on the ground and took ointment, bandages, and anything that could be seen to plug the wound, but it didn't work!

The blood is still flowing slowly and firmly, just like the passage of time, no one can save it!

"Hehe...we will all die!"

Tasha smiled desperately. While smiling, the position of her coat was suddenly stained with blood, and another wound appeared, bleeding continuously.

"It's the wound on your palm, it... it's contagious!"

McGonagall screamed suddenly, like a frightened little girl: "The way of infection... is contact?!"

Underneath his seemingly rough appearance, he actually has a fairly clever head, otherwise he would not have survived the ruins full of blades and sawtooth, and would find key items.

"Boss?"

At this time, the commotion here has spread to the outside world. The members of the'vulture' walked in one after another, looking at this scene, as if they were swayed by some unforgettable horrible memories, each with their eyes protruding, bloodshot, and legs. Soft, avoiding a pool of blood, wishing to turn into a piece of paper, leaning against the wall.

"You... hurry up and drag this woman out... don't worry, as long as you don't touch her blood, you'll be fine."

McGonagall tied his arm tightly with a bandage, his expression constantly changing: "This must be the craftsman who has done something wrong. We are all dispatched. We must force him to lift the curse... No, maybe I should bring all the cash and come to the door to apologize. , I hope to get his understanding..."

He was very prestigious among the'vultures', and suddenly there was an Extraordinary who had the courage to use his Extraordinary ability to make a rope come alive, twisting and advancing like a snake on the ground, binding Tasha, and She slowly dragged out the door.

At this moment, one of the onlookers screamed again, looking at the position of his palm with trembling eyes.

There, a bleeding wound suddenly appeared!

"I... I haven't touched anything."

The Extraordinary suddenly collapsed, and sat on the ground desperately: "I want ointment, ointment..."

The crowd kept exclaiming, and almost everyone showed the same wound...

"It's the gaze... if you see the wound, it will be contagious?" McGonagall stared at Tasha fiercely, and suddenly strode forward and grabbed her.

At this time, Tasha was covered with wounds all over her body, like a cracked porcelain doll, who had already lost too much blood and was dying.

"I used to love you..."

McGonagall murmured, making a sharp fist with his left hand and hitting Tasha's face with a fist.

The extraordinary female suddenly flew out, her face sunken and she died directly!

"Purify her!"

McGonagall roared: "If you don't want to die, do it immediately, she is the source of the curse!"

The Beyonders of the ‘Vulture’ cast their abilities one after another, or cast spells, allowing the purifying light to envelop Tasha, and the flames burned quickly, burning her to ashes.

But it didn't work!

The wounds on each person are still increasing slowly and firmly, and gradually become a pool of blood in the hall.

The pool of blood slowly rises, turning into depressions, ponds...

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

Finally, an Extraordinary broke down and ran to the door crying bitterly: "Save me...Save me..."

When he was running, the wound on his body burst suddenly, and it seemed unlucky to tore the aorta, causing blood to gush out like a fountain.

"idiot!"

McGonagall roared, but it gradually became weak and weak.

"Ointment doesn't work anymore. It represents the level of the curse, which is higher after the mutation?"

"That craftsman used Tasha as the source of infection, and wanted us to wipe out all the vultures? Too ruthless..."

McGonagall regretted it for the first time. He seemed to provoke an enemy who was even more evil and cruel than him!

"Let's go to Mr. Halsey, he is inhuman, maybe... maybe there is a way..."

McGonagall struggled to stand up, looking at the third wound that appeared on his body, with unspeakable despair in his tone.

Even if it is injured in that ruin, there is only one wound, and it will not multiply!

The intensity and horror of the curse seemed to increase more than ten times!

"Who on earth did we provoke..."

An Extraordinary murmured, and the last drop of blood flowed out, turning into a shriveled corpse, falling into a pool of blood.

"I…"

McGonagall struggled to crawl out of the hall, but felt that his strong body had lost the last trace of strength.

He breathed out his last breath and fell into a pool of blood, with blood openings on both cheeks. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com was like a clown mockery.

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"The carrier of the curse is memory... As long as you see that wound, those who can't forget this memory will be cursed."

Inside the hotel, Aaron opened his eyes and looked at the map.

"So the old nest is in Xiacheng? When it's dead, let Oclair go pick up the trash..."

"A good curse, a good power, but unfortunately only a one-time effect."

The curse that made the ‘vulture’ come to an end came from the power of the curse in the dry palm, which was equivalent to Aaron using those ‘dark’ curses to create a one-time charm, and then threw it to Tasha.

Next, he cast the "Weeping Blade", leaving at most a bleeding wound to others, but there was no curse of spreading and multiplication.

"Well, the'vulture' died clean up and down, just closing the channel for the spread of the curse meme, so as not to accidentally get hurt... But in the end, we still have to finish it. If the curse is allowed to continue to spread, I am afraid that Xiacheng will suffer heavy casualties until Alarmed by the General Bureau of Investigation..."