Hearing the "curse", Martin realizes that things are not good again.

He thought that the corpse's mutation was over, but he didn't expect that to be the beginning.

Now that the old sir's corpse has become a puddle of slime, can it continue to mutate?

He didn't have time to think about it, and pulled Salomon, who was a little sluggish next to him, to quickly retreat.

The madwoman Eddie not far away also stepped back, leaving the vicinity of the leather, and in the process she also showed a curious expression, watching the change between the corpse and the leather with great interest, she was really a true madman.

The leather grew bigger and bigger, and more and more black feathers grew on the surface, and the black fishy oil stain continued to seep out of it, dripping onto the bed, and the sheets were completely corroded the moment they came into contact.

Martin and Salomon retreated to the wall, where it was safe for the time being, and as soon as they stood still, Martin asked in a deep voice:

"What is the Black Raven Curse?"

He now needed to gather the relevant information quickly in order to respond accurately, and from the experience of facing those vines just now, there was definitely not enough time left for them to open the door or window.

"This man... is a traitor to the Holy Mountain..."

Salomon muttered slowly, as if he hadn't recovered from his surprise.

Now he is not at all like the calm mortuary just now, but more like a child who can't fully accept the truth.

Martin reacted instantly, he thought that the impact of this incident on Salomon was too strong.

He was originally a child, and his slightly immature eyebrows and eyes and thick and shiny blonde hair all showed his youth.

Why? What is it that makes a calm shepherd turn into a chick who knows nothing in an instant?

Not far away on the bed, it only took a few moments for the leather to be corroded, and the bright yellow roses were polluted with black oil, and in the blink of an eye they were blackened and withered, swallowed up by the black feathers that kept growing.

The black feathers no longer rotted and fell, but grew in layers, and the wings of a huge strangely shaped bird gradually plumped.

And as the strange bird gradually took shape, a sense of tranquility appeared out of thin air, or perhaps it was already in this room, but Martin did not notice it.

It was like a thin black curtain that instantly enveloped every corner of the room, the black curtains in the room were all still, and the light of the candles quickly dimmed.

For a moment, Martin seemed to see a tranquil cemetery in the soft moonlight, where the dead slumbered and insects gently stirred the dirt. The black thorns dripping with blood prevent outsiders from entering, and the crow of the crow in the cemetery does not seem harsh at this moment, but makes people want to fall asleep and fall into an eternal sleep together......

Just as Martin was about to fall into a deep sleep, a hot breath came from the top of his skull, as if someone had made a big hole in his head and poured pepper flakes into it.

Blood immediately crawled all over his eyes, and a familiar sense of madness briefly took over his brain.

"That's not right!"

As the madness intensified, Martin finally realized that something was wrong, as if he had broken away from an invisible diaphragm, and his five senses returned in an instant.

The darkness of the room and the danger of squirming in the distance rushed through his body like a flood of floodgates, and the cold hairs on his back stood up at this moment.

The strange bird had taken on the shape of a black crow, its wings slowly plumping, and its eyes gradually becoming more and more attentive, and it might flutter its wings in the next moment and let out a wail that would bring misfortune.

Salomon beside him and Eddie, the madwoman not far away, were in a semi-sluggish state like before, their eyelids struggling to close, their expressions gradually stiffening, as if they were about to turn into lifeless statues in the next moment.

Seeing this, Martin understood that the situation was already critical, and he gritted his teeth, pressed Salomon's shoulder, and yelled at him.

"What's the effect of the curse?! Can it be avoided?! ”

He had to push the young man and not let him sink into such a state, after all, he was the only one who knew something.

What Martin didn't notice was that at this time, there was a hint of a domineering tone in his voice that purified the spirit, which sounded like a huge thunder to outsiders.

As if struck by lightning, Salomon woke up from his trance, his mind gradually becoming cloudy since he saw the black feathers emerging from the leather, and he responded to everything around him in a daze, not even knowing when he lost his perception of the outside world.

The madwoman not far away was also awakened by this roar, her body shook a little, and then her expression came to life again, she shook her head, and looked around a little blankly.

Reason returned to the heads of the two, and Salomon realized what Martin had just said, and he cried out eagerly:

"The Black Crow's curse will drag the [Undertaker] of the traitor in the Holy Mountain into a deep sleep and into death!"

"What about the solution?!"

Martin looked at the black crow and roared. That feeling of tranquility came again, and it was much stronger than before, and the darkness was like the wings of death, about to envelop them.

"I... I don't know..."

Salomon's somewhat immature face was full of guilt, and strangely there was a hint of fear in his expression.

Martin noticed this, and he pulled out the glass bottle with amber grease and intended to use the Lava Kiss again.

If you're scared, it's because you don't have enough firepower.

Flame cleanses everything.

This is something Martin firmly believes.

As for whether it will work, it will have to wait until it is used.

"Hey, over here!"

Just as he was about to dip the grease into his lips, Add's voice came from the direction of the gate in the distance.

Martin followed the sound and looked at it, and was shocked to find that the door that he had been unable to open with all his strength just now had been opened.

Although he was very surprised, he quickly pulled Salomon, who was once again a little confused, to the door.

"How did you open it?"

When Martin came to the door, he grabbed the open gap with both hands, then sank down and twisted his back to widen the gap in the door little by little, until it was enough to accommodate one person to go out sideways.

Strangely, the outside of the door, which had been lit up a moment ago, was now pitch black, and the candlelight in the room could not be found that far, and was immediately swallowed up by darkness as soon as it was projected through the crack.

All three of them had chosen to ignore this detail, as an even greater danger was taking shape in the room they were in.

"Goddess..."

Eddie watched Martin's movements from the sidelines and exclaimed:

"Your strength is great! I just used all my strength and it didn't move! ”

"And how did you open this door?"

Martin actually put a lot of effort into it, so much so that he's a little out of strength now.

"By the grace of the goddess."

Add said as he raised his right hand and smiled, revealing his white teeth.

This crazy woman still looks good when she laughs.

Martin saw that she had three more cards in her right hand, which were the 6 of spades, the 7 of diamonds, and the 8 of hearts.

Straight.

Even though it's not a straight flush, it's a good hand.

Martin looked at the three cards and suddenly understood what Eddie had been doing when he was helped by the vines.

This is supposed to be her special ability, related to the "goddess" in her mouth.

It seems to have something to do with that ethereal "luck".

I just don't know which deck this ability belongs to.

The thought flashed through his head, and Eddie and the others were about to leave the dangerous room through the crack in the door.

Just then, Martin, who had a keen sense of smell, smelled a smell of blood wafting in from outside the gate.

A strong smell of blood.

Just like what he had smelled in the room of the [Goddess Pleasure Hall] with many heads scattered around.

He grabbed Eddie, who was about to get out, and said solemnly:

"Something is wrong."

Add looked puzzled at first, and then her brow furrowed.

"It smells of blood."

Salomon also smelled it.

They all stepped back, away from the dark gate for a moment.

Now they are in a very passive situation, they thought that they could get out of danger by opening the gate, but now they are also in danger after the gate, which puts them in a dilemma.

Just as Martin's brain was spinning rapidly to think about countermeasures, he heard Salomon next to him say in disbelief:

"Curse... The curse is gone..."

Martin turned around and followed Salomon's gaze and saw that the black-feathered crow was flapping its wings, but instead of soaring into the air, it kept writhing its body, as if it was struggling to resist something.

In the next second, countless green vines pierced out of the crow's body, as if they were scrambling to taste the outside air, piercing the crow's entire body in the blink of an eye.

The vines were like sharp thorns, shattering the crow's body, and black grease spread out from the punctured wounds of the thorns, dripping onto the bed that had been half corroded.

The crow let out a silent wail, and its feathers began to wither, as if ignited by an invisible flame, and the edges continued to shrink into a dark green flame edge, and disappeared in the process of withering.

The vines intertwined outside the crow's body, and they sinted into a fine sphere that enveloped the crow inside.

Looking closely at the vines, they looked like wriggling poisonous snakes, causing all three people at the door to gasp.

What a cruel method.

As the vines frantically intertwined, the ball grew smaller and smaller, and when it shrank to the size of a football, the vine began to stiffen and wither, becoming an empty shell of dead branches.

All this was done in a few breaths, and the three of them looked at the still vine ball, and there was no next move.

In the end, it was Martin who came to the side of the rattan ball first, this dead branch shell no longer seemed to be aggressive, and even if there were, he was sure that he could avoid it, both physically and mentally.

He touched the surface of the vine balls, and the dead branches turned to ashes the moment they touched them, and the whole vine balls fell apart, and a puddle of black slime flowed out of them.

In the puddle of black slime, two glowing cards were revealed.

Martin picked them up and found them to be two genesis cards, identical to the Dog of Alchemy and the Hand of Glory.

One of the two cards has a small "Libra" symbol drawn in the upper left corner, followed by the Roman numeral V, and a black plum logo in the upper right corner.

The card depicts a hexagonal coffin, which is dark green in color and has a pattern of scales carved around it.

In the coffin lay an emaciated figure wrapped in corpse cloth, his face covered by a white cloth, his hands crossed over his chest, sleeping peacefully.

Above the corpse's head, on the edge of the coffin, stood a crow, its eyes as wide as a bean's beak, flapping its black wings to fly away from the coffin.

Martin stared at the black ominous bird, which seemed to be the focal point of the whole pattern.

After reading the pattern, Martin noticed that the name marked directly above the card was [Black Raven's Gift].

The text below the pattern describes:

"It's a gift and a curse."