Chapter 113: Deadly Tarot, Battle of Arts

Tarot card curse?

Using divination to lift a curse?

Louis couldn't imagine what a curse from a divination tool like Tarot cards would look like, or how to use divination to lift a curse.

However, it didn't hinder him from continuing to observe. He was also very curious about what the astrologer's exorcism method looked like; this was the first time he had seen others perform exorcism.

Let's see what level it was.

Under Louis's observation, the astrologer named Alma took out some items, drew a double-line circle on the ground, and drew twelve patterns between the two circles.

Then she placed the box with the inverted pentagram in the middle, and candles were lit in the room, creating a silent and solemn atmosphere.

Louis, watching from the doorway, touched his chin. Looking at this scene, he felt it was somewhat like some kind of ritual or ceremony?

However, he didn't feel any fluctuation of mysterious power. It seemed this diviner was just at the level of a rural shaman, possessing no special power herself.

Louis was a bit disappointed, but the next second, his eyes lit up.

He saw that in the room, the diviner Alma, who was still performing the ritual, suddenly paused, as if she had sensed something. The three young people also noticed a figure in a black robe at the fireplace in front slowly turning its head.

Like a white face smeared with countless powder, pitch-black eyes, paired with this black robe, it actually looked somewhat like a nun.

Alma looked at the young people, "Sorry, she noticed."

After saying that.

She started having a nosebleed, and the hand she had placed on the box became incredibly stiff.

The black-robed soul, resembling a nun, stood up and reached out its hand. Whoosh!

In the terrified gaze of the four young people, the box moved on its own, and the thirteen Tarot cards spun rapidly, forcibly performing divination for Alma.

The divination speed was surprisingly fast. In the blink of an eye, Alma's summary card came out.

It was the Six of Swords, but different from a normal Six of Swords.

It depicted a scene of a little person being stabbed to death by six swords.

At the same time, in the darkness, six swords seemed to be faintly flickering with light, the meaning self-evident.

So, the Tarot curse referred to this?

Forced divination, then a special way of death?

What kind of physical version of Final Destination is this?

However, interesting. How does this deck work? Or rather, what is this curse about?

Knock, knock, knock.

Louis knocked on the door.

As if sensing some threat, the black-robed soul stopped its movements and looked straight over.

"Excuse me, sorry to disturb."

"This astrologer, I heard your Tarot curse is very powerful. I'm curious, so can you lend me the Tarot cards to take a look?"

Louis was very polite, but what he said wasn't very polite. He also opened the door completely on his own and walked in.

The four young people who looked like college students looked at Louis in panic. They didn't understand what the situation was now, and who this was?

Why was he so bold, and after he came in, why did that evil spirit stop moving?

The situation seemed to be getting more complicated.

Bang!

With a wave of the black-robed soul's hand, Alma, who had been hard-controlled, flew backward and smashed into the wall.

Subsequently, the thirteen Tarot cards began to spin, and the black-robed soul's gaze also focused on Louis, as if inviting him.

He didn't expect this soul to be quite particular.

Louis smiled and walked over with steady steps.

It was just that when he passed the four young people, he felt they were a bit in the way, so he kicked them on the way.

One of the girls among the four young people reacted and immediately wanted to pull her classmates to run away together.

However.

Bang!

The door closed instantly.

It seemed to be telling them that before the result came out, no one should think about leaving.

The four young people could only shrink into the corner with bitter faces, their legs trembling. At this time, the diviner who had been smashed into the wall had also recovered a little.

"Cough, cough."

Her gaze toward Louis was full of suspicion and uncertainty.

"Master Alma, what should we do now?"

Alma shook her head, "Let's look at their result first. If that stranger fails, then we must get that deck of cards. Only that deck of cards can turn the tables and destroy the astrologer's soul, ending all this."

The five people all huddled in the corner, watching Louis and the black-robed soul's operation.

Louis was a bit excited. This was his first battle of arts.

Although the opponent in the battle was an astrologer who had already died and turned into a curse, it was still a battle of arts!

He saw the thirteen Tarot cards begin to spin.

Louis spat out thirteen peach wood needles, instantly pinning the thirteen Tarot cards in place, floating above the Tarot cards, pressing down hard, wanting to nail them down.

The pale yellow Yang Qi emitted by the peach wood nails began to collide with the black mist emitted by the Tarot cards themselves.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...

Like hot oil meeting solid ice.

The black-robed soul waved its hand again.

An invisible force began to increase, and the thick black mist instantly swallowed the peach wood needles.

At the same time, a card began to flip, wanting to become Louis's summary card.

Louis's movements were also incredibly fast; the moment the peach wood nails failed to work, three fangs made from crocodile teeth had already flown out.

Bang!

The fangs exploded, and three cards were actually blasted away, exiting the divination formation, which caused the black-robed soul to reveal a murderous glare.

And at this time, the summary card had also flipped.

The Hanged Man.

Reversed!

The black-robed soul grinned, and in an instant, the soul began to twist.

Layers of bandages wrapped around its body, its body began to become thin and small, its palms became sharp like claws, its soles became adept at climbing, and it held a rope in its hand.

The next second.

The thin but agile monster leaped violently, crashing through the wooden roof and jumping onto it, leaving a black hole in the roof.

A thick rope also fell violently, flying straight toward Louis's neck.

And at this time, Louis still had time to think. From now on, this guy's so-called Tarot curse was just as he had thought before; it wasn't a fate-style accidental Final Destination.

She was playing with summoning!

After the so-called summary card came out, she would turn into a monster from the corresponding special Tarot card to launch an attack.

It was just that he didn't know what her abilities were like after turning into these monsters.

While thinking, Louis dodged the rope coming to loop his head with extremely fast and agile reactions, and at the same time spat out a mouthful of fire, instantly igniting the rope that had just bent over and was attempting to track and strangle him.

Louis raised his finger slightly.

Whoosh!

The raging fire turned into fire snakes, spiraling up along the rope, burning rapidly, using the rope as a medium to reach the center!

Bang!

The black-robed soul, which had turned into a bandage monster, fell from the black hole. The rope in its hand had disappeared. It looked at Louis with wariness.

Seeming to realize that it was restrained by fire, the bandages on its body actually began to fall off, and in the blink of an eye, it turned back into the black-robed soul.

But Louis stood there watching quietly, not taking the opportunity of these short two seconds to launch an attack.

The black-robed soul waved its hand again, and one of the remaining nine Tarot cards flew out and flipped.

The Magician.

Reversed!

The soul changed again. A magician with a big mouth and a top hat appeared, and at the same time, various hallucinations seemed to appear on the scene.

One after another, very realistic audience members with different faces appeared, watching excitedly, shouting, and dancing, seeming happy for the interesting performance about to be staged.

The lights also changed suddenly, seeming to turn into spotlights, shining on Louis.

But Louis was completely unmoved, just watching coldly, even if the sound in his ears was loud, he didn't move at all.

Because the effect of the ox tears was still there, he could clearly see that there was nothing in front of him; there was only the black-robed soul seemingly smiling in front of the fireplace.

Everything... was fake!

"Sigh, is that it?"

"Ordinary, just a Hanged Man that can only play with a rope; a Magician that uses some hallucinations to deceive ordinary people."

"Really disappointing."

Just this, it was only stronger than a rural shaman without magic power. Hmm, it was at the level of an ordinary sorcerer who had some fame in the town. Strictly speaking, it was at the same level as himself.

But he had many methods, and compared to the opponent, he was half a level higher. It was about that the opponent belonged to the level of a small county with less than 20,000 households, and he belonged to the level of a large county with more than 20,000 households.

Facing Louis's verbal provocation, the black-robed soul was a bit angry. She changed again, and this time, it was the Devil card!

Whoosh!

Black mist swirled.

When the black-robed soul walked out from inside, it had already turned into a demon.

Ram horns, bat wings, black face and fangs, thick palms and sharp claws, wrapped in black energy, its figure tall and burly.

The iconic ram-headed demon image.

At this time, the four people in the corner were all trembling with fear.

The scenes that had just happened seemed very complicated, but in fact, the time passed was extremely short: strange nails, black mist, Hanged Man, fire-breathing, Magician, inexplicable ending.

Up to the current Devil card, it had actually turned into a demon!

"The Magician just now must have been using hallucinations, so it seemed like an inexplicable ending to us, but now it's the Devil card, I'm afraid..." Alma's tone was a bit pessimistic.

Because according to the information she had looked up before, this astrologer initially worked for a count in Hungary. She helped the count predict many things and made many contributions, but one day the countess was pregnant, and the count asked her to perform divination.

But the result obtained was actually the Death card.

The count was furious and forced her to perform divination continuously until a new card appeared.

But until the next day, the result of the divination still hadn't changed.

The saddest thing was that on the day the countess gave birth, she actually had a difficult labor, and in the end, both mother and child died!

The count was furious. He believed that it was the astrologer who killed his wife, so he sent people to capture the astrologer's daughter and hanged her alive.

The astrologer, who had luckily escaped, chose a dark ritual to perform a sacrifice out of hatred, committed suicide in a pentagram array, and attached her soul to the Tarot cards.

Not long after, the count's whole family died mysteriously one after another.

And the astrologer's soul, which had merged with the curse, also spread along with that set of special Tarot cards.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 114 =====