If you want to lift the curse, you need to find the source of the curse, and the curse of different peoples has different ways to lift it.

If the Anonymous Clan uses the method of dealing with the curse of the Wu Clan to lift the foreign curse, it will undoubtedly reach a dead end.

Bai Zhou listened attentively and couldn't help but ask, "This curse...... What will it make people look like? You said before that Anonymous grows fish scales, did you make him a tailfish?"

Wen Junzhi's smile deepened a little, and said, "He will survive but not die."

At this time, in a forest in the Great Yong Kingdom, a figure in a black cloak was hidden in the darkness.

He breathed heavily, hissing in his throat, and he didn't look like a human.

He stared at the village not far away, and now it was time for the peasants to come home from a day's work in the fields, and the crowds were talking about a good harvest this year.

This is all the credit of the Cold Cloud Fairy.

Gradually, there were fewer people in the fields, only a few of them, and there was a peasant woman, who had little strength, and did the work slower than other men, and finally finished planting the seedlings, and she straightened up, revealing a face that contained wind and frost.

Her husband died young, and she had in-laws at home and two children below, all of whom were supported by her alone, and she was only in her twenties, but the years had left a furrow on her face, just like she was in her forties.

She looked at the sky, it was already dark, there was no one in the field, and there was a puff of smoke rising from the house in the distance, and the sound of talking could be faintly heard.

She walked back with the basket, and as she walked, she suddenly heard something behind her, and couldn't help but turn around, but she didn't see anything.

She scratched her head in confusion, did she hear it wrong? Or just a vole.

She continued to walk, and after walking for long, she suddenly felt a chill behind her, slowly lowered her head, and saw the tip of a knife sticking out of her chest.

She looked back in disbelief and saw a man in a cloak standing there with a knife in his hand.

She tried to shout, but she couldn't utter a single syllable.

With the last of her strength, she tore off the man's hood, and when she saw the man's face, her eyes widened and her mouth opened wide, as if she wanted to scream in extreme fear.

But she still couldn't utter a word.

It turned out that the face of the man in the black cloak was covered with scales, and even his facial features were very similar to fish!

The man in the black cloak drew his knife, and the peasant woman fell to the ground, and he gouged out her heart, took the blood, and swallowed it.

As the blood entered the abdomen, the facial features of the man in the black cloak changed back to their previous appearance, and he was very handsome, but the scales on his face were still there, and a thick and smooth liquid would flow out between the scales, which was very disgusting.

He turned out to be Anonymous!

His eyes were full of resentment.

Originally, I thought it was just a curse placed by a kid from the Vortex Realm, how strong it could be, I just needed to find a way to eliminate the curse, but I didn't expect this curse to be so powerful, making his body turn into a fish little by little.

Only by eating the blood of a living person can you slow down the speed of turning into a fish.

But it's just slowing down, and it can't be cured at all, and the further you go, the more effort is needed.

He glanced at his hand, webbed between his fingers.

I have to eat the blood of three more people before I can turn my hand back.

There was a sound of footsteps in the distance, and it turned out that the father-in-law of the peasant woman had not returned for a long time and came to look for her.

His gaze fell on the old man, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light.

This most ordinary village of the Dayong Dynasty ushered in a bloody night.

After taking the blood of fifteen people, his hand finally returned to its original state.

There were fifty or sixty villagers in this village, and he could have killed them all, but just in case, the group of farmers leaked the news, and he did not stop killing them all.

When he killed the last villager, the sky was white.

It's almost dawn.

At this time, at the end of the potholed village road, a middle-aged man riding a small donkey was walking with a dada.

It was the head of this village, and he had received news a day earlier that the officials of the town had asked all the village chiefs under his jurisdiction to go to the official office, saying that it was an edict from the Jingshi, and that they should convey it to the villagers as soon as possible.

The village chief went alone on a little donkey, stayed at his son's place in the town for one night, and rushed back as soon as it was dawn.

But as soon as he got closer to the village, he realized that something was wrong.

By this time, the village should have been filled with puffs of smoke, and the adults were talking and laughing and going down to the fields together, while the children were playing in front of the houses, giggling and giggling.

The village is too quiet today.

It's eerily quiet.

"Drive!" He slapped the donkey's buttocks, hurried slowly, and ran towards the village, and as soon as he reached the entrance of the village, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

He was suddenly clever, seemed to think of something, his face turned pale, without any hesitation, he pulled the reins of the donkey, turned around and ran.

However, as he turned around, he saw a man standing on the road.