Chapter 232 Propagation (Seeking a Monthly Ticket)

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

McGonagall announced slightly excitedly, watching Lauder apply that 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... It was as if her original vitality had also quietly disappeared 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 on his palm, and there was a hint of crying in his voice: "Save me... I don't want to die yet. !"

"Damn, you bitch... Did you betray me and want to hurt me?"

Mag's expression suddenly became extremely ferocious, his eyes were full of bloodshots, and he seemed to be hiding unspeakable horror, and grabbed Tasha's neck.

In that ruins, the curse has a specific law - only after being cut, the wound will bleed continuously.

And now?

On Lauder's hand, a wound appeared inexplicably!

Mag actually knew that this was probably a curse mutation!

But he subconsciously didn't want to believe the result, and wanted Tasha to admit that she was the one who was doing the trick!

Because even if Tasha's betrayal, the consequences are far less terrifying than the curse of mutation!

"I do not……"

Tasha kept kicking and struggling in the air, grabbing Mag's stout arm with both hands.

Suddenly, Mag felt a pain in his arm, and a wound that was exactly the same as Tasha's palm appeared, and the blood was gurgling, like a stream.

"Do not!"

Mag was half-kneeling on the ground and took the ointment, bandages, and anything he could see to block the wound, but it was useless!

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

"Hehe... we're all going to die!"

Tasha smiled in despair. While smiling, her shirt was suddenly soaked in blood, and another wound emerged, bleeding continuously.

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

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

Beneath his seemingly rough appearance, he actually has a fairly smart head, otherwise he would not have survived from the ruins full of sharp blades and sawtooth grass and found key items.

"Boss?"

At this time, the commotion here has spread to the outside world, and the members of the 'vulture' walked in one after another, looking at this scene, as if they were evoked by some unforgettable terrifying memory, each one's eyes were bulging, bloodshot, legs Soft, dodging the pool of blood, wishing to turn into a piece of paper and lean against the wall.

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

Mag tied his arm tightly with bandages, and the expression on his face kept changing: "This must be the work of the craftsman, 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. I apologize and hope to get his understanding..."

He has a high prestige among the 'vultures', and suddenly an Beyonder dared to use his Beyonder ability to make a rope seem to come alive, twisting forward on the ground like a snake, tying Tasha, She slowly dragged out the door.

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

There, a bleeding wound suddenly appeared!

"I...I didn't touch anything."

The Beyonder collapsed, and slumped on the ground with a face full of despair: "I want ointment, ointment..."

The crowd exclaimed constantly, and almost everyone had the same wounds...

"It's the eyes... the eyes will be infected when you see the wound?" Mag stared at Tasha fiercely, suddenly strode forward and grabbed her.

At this time, Tasha was covered with wounds all over her body, like a cracked porcelain doll. She had already lost too much blood and was on the verge of death.

"I used to love you..."

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

This female Beyonder immediately flew out, her face sunken, and she died!

"Purge her!"

Mag 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 or cast spells, allowing the light of purification to wrap Tasha, and the flames quickly burned, burning her to ashes.

But it didn't work!

The wounds on everyone's body were still increasing slowly and firmly, and the hall gradually turned into a pool of blood.

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 collapsed and ran out the door in tears: "Save me...Save me..."

As he ran, the wound on his body burst open, and it seemed that the aorta was torn apart unfortunately, causing blood to flow out like a fountain.

"idiot!"

Mag roared, but gradually became out of breath and looked very weak.

"The ointment doesn't work anymore. It means that the level of the curse is higher after the mutation?"

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

For the first time, McGonagall regretted that he seemed to have provoked a more evil and murderous enemy than him!

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

Mag struggled to stand up, looking at the third wound that appeared on his body, there was indescribable despair in his tone.

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

The intensity and dread of the curse seems to have increased tenfold at once!

"We...what did we get into..."

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

"I……"

Mag struggled to climb out of the hall, but felt that his strong body had lost the last bit of strength.

He let out his last breath and fell into a pool of blood, with blood openings on both cheeks, like a joke by a clown.

...

"The carrier of the curse is memory... Anyone who sees that wound and 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 the lower city? After death, let Eau Claire pick up the garbage..."

"Nice curse, good power, but unfortunately it only has a one-time effect."

The curse that wiped out the 'vultures' came from the power of the curse in the dry palms, which was equivalent to Aaron using those curses of 'darkness' to create a one-time spell, and then threw it to Tasha.

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

"Well, the 'vulture' died cleanly up and down, which just closed the channel for the spread of the curse meme to avoid accidental injury... But in the end, we still have to put an end to it. If the curse continues to spread, I am afraid that Xiacheng will suffer heavy casualties. Until the General Bureau of Investigation is alerted..."