Chapter 65: The Lady of the Dead Souls
"I heard that you need to lift the curse? Five devil gold coins?" Mu Hua asked casually, but walked towards a gunman without even looking at Vito who seemed like he would die at any moment.

The magic circle covering the room emitted a pale light. Mu Hua walked up to a gunman and gently took the pistol from his hand.

"Yes, Master, I apologize to you for their recklessness. You know, in our line of work, we need to be cautious." Vito was quite dignified, his words were respectful, and his emotions were relatively stable.

"Click~" Mu Hua took out the bullets from the pistol, the third-level exorcism bullets, and curled his lips in disgust. 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." After stuffing the two pistols back into the hands of the gunman who dared not move, Mu Hua looked at Vito.

The two gunmen were now covered in cold sweats, because the bone claws were slightly raised, and they had to stand on tiptoes to relieve the feeling of suffocation on their necks.

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

"Yes, Devil's Gold Coin, could you please remove the magic first? Cough~ cough~~" Vito raised his hand with difficulty and touched his waist, but the slow movement caused him to cough violently again.

The bony hands in the void ripples were actually the palms of the skeleton guards. Their palms were huge, and when they held Vito's neck, it was like putting a heavy shackle on him.

Mu Hua's consciousness moved, and the bone claws let go of Vito and slowly retracted into the ripples, but the magic circle covering the room still existed, and it seemed as if the sinister bone claws would extend out from the space in the room at any time.

This way of playing makes Mu Hua more intimidating in Vito's mind, but it consumes a bit too much magic power...

Vito took out a locked iron box from the space props, a small box that could be held up with both hands. Mu Hua looked at him quietly, and saw him struggling to open the box, his trembling hands like a Parkinson's patient.

When the box was opened, Mu Hua took a quick look and found about fifty or sixty demon gold coins inside.

"Heh." Mu Hua smiled in confusion. This guy was so careful in keeping these devil gold coins. It turned out that he was also a poor guy.

Mu Hua stepped forward, picked out five devil gold coins from the iron box and did not take any more. Vito's dry face showed an expression of surprise.

"I am a very disciplined person, 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 resolve your curse." Mu Hua shook his head.

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

Because he saw a woman crawling out of Mu Hua's body. That was not the ghost he knew, but something he could not understand.

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

It seemed to be accompanied by a strange song, but Vito swore he didn't "hear" any sound. And that "song" could both soothe people's mood and make them feel creepy.

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

A headdress, a veil, and lace gloves wrapped around the arms. Under the veil, the woman only revealed her lips and chin, which seemed to be painted with purple lipstick.

A noble lady, a noble lady full of weirdness.

The woman seemed to separate from Mu Hua's body. When a pair of exquisite leather boots stepped on the ground, the soft long skirt hung down, covering the woman's feet inside the skirt.

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

Banshee? This was something he had never encountered before. And the weirdness that he had never encountered before always made people shudder.

"On Tuesday, we should give Boss Vito some relief." Mu Hua's voice diluted the weird atmosphere in the room.

As Mu Hua spoke, the noblewoman in mourning slightly opened her purple lips. A cloud of gray-black dust rose from Vito's body, and as the woman seemed to inhale, the gray-black dust representing the curse itself was sucked into her mouth.

"A low-quality curse, perhaps it will become sweeter when he dies." The woman's voice was a little hoarse, but it had a unique charm and was not unpleasant to the ear.

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

The woman in front of him was the evolved Tuesday, the original tortured princess, now named 'The Tortured Elegant Lady'.

Name: Tuesday, Race: Demon (Alien), Level 51
Life: 100%
Magic: 100%
Constitution: 50
Intelligence: 221
Spirit: 476
Magic adaptability: E
Allocable points: 0
Talents: Cursed Spirit, Touch of Pleasure.

Skills: Curse of Withering, Undead Confinement LV1.

Following Monday, Tuesday also completed her evolution. As long as she had enough Philosopher's Stones, she did not need to devour higher-level species to complete her evolution.

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

Perhaps because of her special way of birth, Tuesday is not a ghost in the strict sense, but a mutant of the devil.

After becoming the 'tortured lady', Tuesday was able to transform between a spirit and a physical body, or it cannot be said to be a physical body, it would be more appropriate to say that she 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 sense of pain, touch or other senses, just like an immortal corpse.

She has high intelligence, but no adaptability to magic, and super high spirit. Her attributes still tend to be undead creatures.

The cursed spirit in her talent makes her almost immune to all curses. What's more, curses can be regarded as a kind of food to her.

There is no need to explain much about Touch of Pleasure and Curse of Withering. One grants pleasure, and the other plunders pleasure, but the two complement each other.

That is to say, she must plunder in order to bestow it, and she does not have the ability to bestow pleasure out of thin air.

Undead Confinement is a more conventional form of necromancy magic, which is to drive undead creatures for a short period of time. This magic is somewhat of a double-edged sword.

The detention of the undead will cause them to resent it. Even if the detention is successful, if the undead cannot be tamed during the detention period, they will inevitably be retaliated and hunted down after the detention ends.

I have to say that Tuesday is actually very strong. Even though her magic adaptability is extremely low, her advantage in learning black magic is also exaggerated.

The spirit of 400+ was not something she had cultivated; her soul strength was purely innate.

The reason why Tuesday's level is low and she doesn't have two skills is simply because she is really a Buddhist.

In hell where danger is everywhere, besides the abyss, there is another place that most creatures avoid.

That is the pale land where the wind of aging blows.

It is the sleeping place of the dead. Although the dead will not be exhausted due to aging, they will fall into a deep sleep there.

Most undead creatures have to lie down when facing the wind of aging. Although it is a very comfortable lie, it is also a lie that leaves them vulnerable to the slaughter.

Tuesday, who was able to eat the curse of aging, had actually been hiding in the pale land where the wind of aging blew before being contracted by Mu Hua. . .

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