Chapter 65 The Lady of the Dead Souls

"I heard you need to remove the curse? Five demon coins?" Mu Hua asked casually, but he walked towards a gunman, not even looking at Vito who seemed to be dying at any time.

The magic circle covering the room exuded a pale halo. Mu Hua walked to a gunman and gently took the pistol from him.

"Yes, Master, I apologize to you for their recklessness. You know, we need to be cautious in our line of work." Vito was quite generous, respectful, and calm.

"Click~" He took out the bullets from the pistol, the third-level exorcism bullet, and curled his lips in disdain. He took the pistol from another gunman, disassembled the bullets, and stuffed them into his own space props.

"Cautious? Believe me, I know more about your business than you think." Mu Hua stuffed the two pistols back into the hands of the gunman who dared not move, and then looked at Vito.

The two gunmen were sweating coldly at this time. Because the bone claws were slightly raised, they had to tiptoe to relieve the suffocation on their necks.

"So, where are my demon coins?" Mu Hua asked Vito.

"Yes, demon coins, can you please remove the magic first? Cough~ cough~~" Vito raised his hand with effort to touch his waist, and the slow movement caused him to cough violently again.

The bone hands in the void ripples are actually the palms of the skeleton guards. Their palms are very large. Holding Vito's neck is like putting a heavy yoke on him.

Mu Hua's consciousness moved, and the bone claws released Vito and slowly retracted into the ripples, but the magic circle covering the room still exists. In the space in the room, it seems that the sinister bone claws will be extended at any time.

This way of playing makes Mu Hua more deterrent in Vito's heart, but it consumes 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 both hands. Mu Hua looked at him quietly. He opened the box with great effort. His shaking hands were like those of a Parkinson's patient.

When the box was opened, Mu Hua took a rough look. There were about fifty or sixty demon gold coins in it.

"Heh." Mu Hua smiled in confusion. He kept these demon gold coins so carefully. It seemed that this guy was also a poor guy.

Mu Hua stepped forward and picked out five demon gold coins from the iron box and did not take more. Vito's dry cheeks showed an unexpected expression.

"I am very disciplined, and I hope my friends also understand 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 solve your curse." Mu Hua shook his head.

As Mu Hua finished speaking, Vito's eyes suddenly showed horror.

Because he saw a woman coming out of Mu Hua's body. It was not a ghost in his cognition. It was something he could not understand.

Like a human with flesh and blood, no, maybe not necessarily with blood? Because her skin was too pale.

It seemed to be accompanied by a weird singing voice, but Vito swore that he did not "hear" the sound. And that "singing voice" can make people feel relaxed, but also make people feel creepy.

A woman in a black dress, tall figure, black dress like an exquisite mourning dress.

Headdress, veil, lace gloves wrapped around the arms, under the veil, the woman only showed her lips and jaw that seemed to be painted 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 soft long skirt fell down, covering the woman's feet in the skirt.

The woman stood quietly behind Mu Hua, with a smile on her lips, and Vito, relying on his understanding of this world, classified the woman as a high-level ghost.

Banshee? This is something he has never encountered. And the weirdness that has never been encountered is always creepy.

"Tuesday, we should let Vito take it easy." 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.

I saw a gray-black dust rising from Vito's body, accompanied by the woman's action as if inhaling, representing the gray-black dust of the curse body was inhaled into the woman's mouth.

"The inferior curse may become sweeter when he dies." The woman's voice was a little hoarse, but it had a unique charm and was not unpleasant.

Vito felt a sense of relief, but the woman's words made his heart tremble again.

The woman in front of him was Tuesday after evolution, the original tortured girl, now named "Tortured Lady".

Name: Tuesday, Race: Demon (Alien), Level 51

Life: 100%

Magic: 100%

Constitution: 50

Intelligence: 221

Spirit: 476

Magic adaptability: E

Points available for allocation: 0

Talent: Curse of Torture, Touch of Pleasure.

Skills: Withering Curse, Undead Detention LV1.

After Monday, Tuesday also completed her evolution. As long as she has enough Philosopher's Stone, she does not need to devour the superior species to complete her evolution.

However, Tuesday's evolution consumes more Philosopher's Stone than Monday. It is said that if she evolves normally, the risk of evolution is higher than that of other monsters.

Perhaps because of her special birth method, Tuesday is not a strictly undead, but a mutant of a demon.

After becoming the "Abusive Lady", Tuesday can transform between spirit and entity, or it cannot be said to be an 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 she materializes.

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 cursed spirit in her talent makes her almost immune to all curses, and even 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 grant pleasure, and the other is to plunder pleasure, but the two complement each other.

That is to say, she must plunder to grant, and she does not have the ability to grant 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 be disgusted. Even if the detention is successful, if the undead cannot be trained well during the detention period, they will inevitably be backlashed 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 spirit of 400+ is not from her training, 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 dead. Although the dead will not be exhausted due to aging, they will be immersed in it and fall into a deep sleep.

Most of the 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 a cat in the pale land blown by the wind of aging before being contracted by Mu Hua. . .

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