Chapter 288: 122 Curse Witch (Seeking Subscription, Seeking Monthly Tickets)_4

Chapter 288: 122 Curse Witch (Seeking Subscription, Seeking Monthly Tickets)_4

Translator: 549690339

Seven Brown isn’t foolish, she sees the “third party” has appeared.

She already knows that her Flood Gang and Brotherhood have both been manipulated.

They have fallen into the schemes of others, designed to instigate a conflict and cause mutual consumption.

No matter which of these two major gangs is eliminated, the other will definitely be severely damaged.

The structure of Sinless City will immediately change.

The control of Gold-digging Dock will completely shift hands.

As for who will seize control, it can only be the Noble Class that profits the most from this changed situation.

The old woman, not interested in revealing any more, sneered, “Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is you. Now that I have shown myself, I definitely cannot let you, a little girl, live and return.”

Seven Brown is well aware of this. She knows her death is inevitable.

Looking at the deformed puppet in the old woman’s hand, she guesses something, “Have you bribed someone close to me?”

“Yes.”

The old woman didn’t feel the need to hide anything as the curse spell had already been revealed, there was no point in hiding anymore, “Ah, this place isn’t bad, peaceful...”

She was not prepared to kill yet.

The old woman initially wanted to play the game of cat and mouse, intending to engage with her prey for a little while longer.

However, an unexpected event occurred.

Without warning, an evil ghost next to her, as if it had noticed something, suddenly went into a defensive alert mode.

The old woman’s face suddenly changed: “Not good!”

Before she could react, the fellow who was still unconscious nearby suddenly sprang up!

The person charged over, and in mid-air, transformed into a terrifying werewolf.

This kind of distance, for a Mysterious Type card master with low defense, is undoubtedly fatal!

Before the old woman had time to react, the werewolf had already pounced on her face.

Simultaneously, a sharp surgical knife pierced through her Curse Power Shield, stabbing her right on the forehead.

It seemed like she was about to drop dead right there and then.

Seven Brown, who was lying on the side, was astounded by this sudden development.

She had already given up hope, not expecting that the man was actually pretending to be unconscious!

She felt a mix of expectation and concern in her heart: the enemy is a Second Order Card Master after all!

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The surgical knife plunged into the old woman’s forehead. The moment it touched her skin, the texture turned from flesh and blood to rigid wood.

Leonard Churchill stabbed in with his knife, “clank” sounded.

A life-size wooden puppet fell from the cloak.

She had clearly used a kind of escape secret skill called “Puppet Doppelganger”.

However, the werewolf behind her showed no signs of retreating from the onslaught of evil ghosts.

He kept stabbing her with his knife.

The old woman was terrified beyond belief.

She had never imagined that the situation, which was under her control, could suddenly turn against her.

Could a First Tier card master really drive her to a dead end?

Why are my spells utterly useless?

Why are the evil spirits that I’ve nurtured for decades useless too?

The old woman began to question herself.

She would never assume in her wildest dreams that Leonard had many supreme treasures that specifically dealt with Mysterious Type card masters.

And yet, another stab went straight into the old woman’s heart.

The old woman was entirely desperate now.

Knowing she was bound to die, she thought of her mission, hardened her face, and her eyes were resolute.

She bit her tongue and spat a mouthful of black blood on the puppet she was holding.

Leonard Churchill also noticed the old woman’s actions.

But while spitting blood, she lost her last chance of escape.

With a look of indifference, Leonard Churchill slit her throat with his knife.

Seeing the curse power starting to disperse from the corpse.

He knew he had finally killed her.

“She sure had a lot of survival tricks...”

As Leonard Churchill looked down at the body on the ground, he couldn’t help but comment.

After being stabbed dozens of times, any normal Second Tier close combatant would have been dead already.

And yet, this old woman managed to hold on till now.

But looking at the blood-stained puppet, Leonard Churchill sensed something strange.

He didn’t linger. Holding onto the hair of the corpse, he dragged it and walked back.

At the same time.

Seven Brown was still baffled about what had just happened.

But in the blink of an eye, a scene that she would never forget unfolded before her eyes.

A gigantic werewolf was dragging a corpse back, like the dog-headed god of death in myths who was dragging a soul to hell.

The person dragging the corpse was walking towards her.

This image was overwhelmingly oppressive.

This terrifying and brutal scene tore through some of her understandings.

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