Chapter 233: Spreading (Seeking Monthly Votes)

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

Maige announced with slight excitement, watching Laode apply that ointment to Tasha.

"Ah!"

Several minutes passed; Tasha looked at the ointment being washed away by fresh blood, her face gradually filling with panic and despair.

She had been very beautiful, but at this moment, her vibrant red lips had become incomparably pale, her skin cracked... as if her original life vitality was also quietly slipping away from the constantly bleeding wounds!

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

Clang—the ointment box in Laode's hand dropped to the ground. He looked at the knife-like wound that had appeared on his palm, his voice involuntarily carrying a hint of a sob: "Save me... I don't want to die yet!"

But it was useless!

Tasha smiled in despair. As she smiled, her shirt was suddenly soaked in blood, and another wound appeared, bleeding continuously.

"I once loved you..."

Maige muttered a sentence, his left hand suddenly clenching into a fist, and he smashed it into Tasha's face.

"The carrier of the curse is memory... as long as they see that wound, anyone who cannot forget this memory will be cursed."

"Idiot!"

Maige suddenly shrieked, as if he were a terrified little girl: "The path of infection... is contact?!"

He held high prestige among the 'Vulture', and immediately an Extraordinary took courage, using their Extraordinary Ability to make a rope come alive, twisting on the ground like a snake to bind Tasha and slowly drag her toward the door.

The intensity and horror of the curse seemed to have suddenly increased more than tenfold!

The pool of blood slowly rose, turning into a depression, a pond...

Maige roared: "Do as I say immediately if you don't want to die; she is the source of the curse!"

"We will go find Mr. Halsey; he is a Non-human Existence, perhaps... perhaps there is still a way..."

Because even if Tasha betrayed them, the consequences would be far less terrifying than the curse mutating!

"I... have... no..."

Maige actually knew clearly that this was highly likely a curse mutation!

But subconsciously, he did not want to believe this result; he wanted to make Tasha admit that she was the one playing tricks!

That curse which wiped out the entire 'Vulture' came from the curse power within the withered palm, equivalent to Aaron using those 'Darkness' curses to create a one-time Talisman, then throwing it to Tasha.

In that ruin, the curse had a specific rule—only after being cut would the wound bleed endlessly.

"No!"

The wounds on everyone's bodies continued to increase slowly but firmly; inside the hall, it gradually turned into a pool of blood.

This female Extraordinary was instantly sent flying backward, her face caved in, and she died immediately!

While running, the wounds on his body suddenly burst open; he seemed to have unluckily Rend an artery, causing blood to gush out like a fountain.

"That Craftsman used Tasha as a source of infection, wanting our 'Vulture' to be wiped out? Too ruthless..."

"A nice curse, nice power, it's a pity it only has a one-time effect."

Even if one was injured in that ruin, there would only be one wound, it would not proliferate!

"I... I didn't come into contact with anything."

Beneath his seemingly rugged exterior, he actually possessed a fairly clever brain; otherwise, he would not have survived that ruin filled with sharp blades and serrated grass, and even found the key item.

At this time, Tasha's entire body was covered in wounds, like a cracked porcelain doll; she had long since lost too much blood and was on the verge of death.

Maige tightly bound his arm with a bandage, the expression on his face constantly changing: "This must be the work of that Craftsman. We will all mobilize; we must force him to lift the curse... No, perhaps I should bring all the cash and go apologize in person, hoping to gain his forgiveness..."

That Extraordinary collapsed instantly, sitting paralyzed on the ground in total despair: "I want the ointment, the ointment..."

Maige's expression suddenly became incomparably ferocious, his eyeballs filled with bloodshot veins, yet seemingly hiding unspeakable terror, and he grabbed Tasha's neck.

"Boss?"

The 'Vulture's' Extraordinaries cast their abilities one after another, or threw out Talismans, letting the light of Purification envelop Tasha, and flames burned rapidly, burning her into ashes.

"So the lair is in the Lower City District? After they all die, I'll let Aokelaier go scavenge..."

"Who... exactly have we provoked..."

There, a constantly bleeding wound appeared, shocking to behold!

Finally, an Extraordinary collapsed, running toward the door in tears: "Save me... save me..."

"Even the ointment doesn't work, which means the level of that curse is higher after the mutation?"

An Extraordinary muttered, and as the last drop of blood flowed out, he turned into a shriveled corpse, falling into the pool of blood.

At this time, the commotion here had already spread to the outside; members of the 'Vulture' walked in one after another, looking at this scene as if some unforgettable terrifying memory had been triggered, their eyeballs bulging, filled with bloodshot veins, their legs weak, dodging the pool of blood, wishing they could turn into a sheet of paper and lean against the wall.

"Is it the gaze... if the gaze sees the wound, it will spread?" Maige stared viciously at Tasha, suddenly stepping forward and grabbing her.

On Laode's hand, a wound had inexplicably appeared!

Maige struggled to crawl out of the hall, but felt his strong body had already lost its last shred of strength.

Maige roared, but it gradually became short of breath, appearing very Weak.

And now?

"I..."

Maige struggled to stand up, looking at the third wound that had appeared on his body, his tone filled with indescribable despair.

Suddenly, Maige felt a pain in his arm, and a wound exactly like the one on Tasha's palm appeared, fresh blood flowing in a trickle, like a small stream.

He exhaled his last breath and fell into the pool of blood, a bloody gash opening on each side of his cheeks, like the mockery of a clown.

"Damn it, you bitch... did you betray me, wanting to harm me?"

Exclamations continued in the crowd; almost everyone had the same wound appear on their body...

Tasha kicked her legs in the air, struggling, her hands grabbing Maige's thick arms.

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

"Hehe... we are all going to die!"

Just then, among the onlookers, another person let out a miserable shriek, staring at the center of their own palm with trembling eyes.

For the first time, Maige felt regret; he seemed to have provoked an enemy even more evil and brutal than himself!

"You... hurry up and drag this woman out... rest assured, as long as you don't come into contact with the blood she's shedding, you'll be fine."

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

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

"Purification!"

Maige knelt halfway on the ground, taking ointments, bandages, and anything he could see to plug the wound, but it was useless!

The blood continued to flow slowly and firmly, just like the passage of time, which no one could reverse!

Following that, he cast 'Crying Blade', which at most left others with a wound that would not stop bleeding, but there was no longer the curse that could spread and proliferate.

"Hmm, everyone in 'Vulture' is dead and gone, which just happens to close off the channel for the Curse Meme to spread, avoiding collateral damage... but I still have to go and finish things up in the end. If that kind of curse is allowed to spread continuously, I'm afraid the Lower City District will suffer heavy casualties, until it alerts the Investigation General Bureau..."

(End of this chapter)