Bang!

In a hurry to dodge the flying stab of the evil dagger, the revolver in his hand failed to follow Lumian's forward leaning down, and the bullet hit the opposite wall, sending stone chips flying.

With the sound of a clang, "Fallen Mercury" flew past Margot again, falling to the ground not far away. Lumien snapped straight, his right foot nimbling towards his foe's instep to prevent him from lifting his knee and ramming it into his abdomen.

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Then, when he was close to the opponent, he slashed or smashed with both hands, supported or blocked with his elbows, kicked or stomped hard with his feet, and pushed forward or bounced his knees, so that Margot was tired of parrying and could not aim and shoot at all.

This villain only felt that the opponent's attacks were like a storm, endless, endless, and always close to him, using the technique of hand-to-hand short-fighting, not giving him the opportunity to use the firearm at a distance.

For Margit, such martial arts are strange and dangerous.

Bang!

Margit's elbow slammed into the wall, causing the house to shake slightly.

Syllable!

Margit's right wrist was thrown backwards, and the black revolver came out of his hand and fell to the ground.

Pop, Lumian's hands, elbows, knees, and feet were used in a row, causing the enemy to retreat again and again, staggering left and right.

In the end, Margot was completely instinctive in blocking, and his mind could no longer keep up with Lumian's movements.

However, he felt that he had grasped the pattern of the opponent's attack, figured out the corresponding routine, and was able to defend against all the attacks by muscle memory alone.

Wait a little longer and he'll be able to fight back!

Following his instincts, Margot lifted his right foot to stop his opponent's low kick.

But he didn't stand in the way.

Lumian's left foot stretched out diagonally in a position that surpassed the flexibility of the human body, and picked up the silver-black short knife that was lying quietly next to him.

The purpose of his assault was to drive Margot near the "Fallen Mercury".

The silver-black dagger flew up and stabbed Margot in the thigh.

On the one hand, Margot was firmly suppressed by Lumian, and on the other hand, he only stood on one foot, and many movements could not be done, so he could only reluctantly retract his right foot and slightly side his body in an attempt to dodge.

"Fallen Mercury" grazed his thigh and flew past, cutting through his sail-colored pants, leaving a trail of blood that was not deep.

Pop, Luminian once again attacked wildly with the close-quarters technique taught by Aurel, pressing Margot to the point where he had no time to deal with the leg injury.

Fortunately, the wound was shallow, leaving only a little blood.

Bang!

The backward Margot slammed his back into the wall.

At that moment, his raised arms did not hold anything.

Confused and stunned, he saw that the strange man with a white strap-on on his face took the initiative to step back and distance himself from him.

Then the strange man turned and ran, and with a toe on his tiptoes, flicked the silver-black dagger and grabbed it in his left palm.

Margot was stunned for a second, and was about to catch up, when the sound of footsteps came from the mouth of the alley.

Two police officers on night patrol heard the gunshots and were informed by nearby residents who had "come downstairs" due to the fire, and rushed over with black semi-automatic pistols.

"What's going on, and what's going on with you Stingers?" Seeing that it was an acquaintance, one of the policemen asked with a frown.

Glancing at the two policemen in white shirts, black vests, and black uniform jackets, Margot replied disdainfully: "I was attacked, officer, you are too late!"

After all, that weirdo should also be the "provocateur" of Sequence 8, and his fighting skills are obviously stronger than him, and he has been designed layer by layer, taking the initiative and gaining an advantage.

The questioning policeman sank a face:

"Then you go back with me to record a confession, and we will help you find the attacker.

"Also, this is your gun?"

He pointed to the revolver that had fallen to the ground.

Margot scoffed:

"Rely on you to find it? Haha, it's the funniest joke I've heard this year!

"The gun belongs to the attacker, take it."

After that, he briefly examined the wound and confirmed that there was no poisoning.

Then he swaggered out of the alley in front of two policemen.

The officer who was questioned at first had an ugly expression and tried to draw his gun, but his companion held his palm down.

Back on Nightingale Street, Margot's expression sank.

His instinctive instinct was to hurry home and use the preset trap to prepare for a possible second wave of attacks.

A few seconds later, Margot abandoned the plan, which he felt wasn't enough.

He plans to go to the house of Roger, the boss of the Stinger Gang, "Black Scorpion", to tell the other party about his attack, and borrow it for the night.

That's what Margot thinks is the safest place.

After bandaging the wound on his right leg, Margot ran wildly, all the way from Nightingale Street to Market Avenue, to the place near the Suhitt steam train station, and to the three-story building at No. 126 with a small garden at the back.

Soon, he met "Black Scorpion" Roger in the study.

It was a middle-aged man, with black hair standing back up, a slightly fat face, and cold and deep blue eyes.

Roger wore aqua blue pajamas made of silk and looked at Margot expressionlessly:

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"You've been attacked?"

"Yes." Margot recounted the story as it had happened.

Roger's blue eyes suddenly darkened, as if connected to the abyss with no bottom in sight or a hell that never shines.

After a moment, he nodded:

"There is no sign of a curse."

"But be careful, that knife has your blood on it."

"I'll help you eliminate the hidden danger first."

"Thank you, Boss." Margot breathed a clear sigh of relief.

He followed Luo to the study and went up the stairs into the basement.

After flipping the switch and lighting the gas wall lamp, "Black Scorpion" Roger pointed to the statue placed in the center and said:

"You open it up and get inside."

The statue was a woman with soft facial features, and the folds of her long dress were lifelike.

Margot walked a few steps to the statue, opened the secret door at its belly, and climbed inside.

As the secret door closes, the basement becomes unusually quiet.

"Black Scorpion" Roger looked at the statue and pronounced a word in Ancient Hermesian:

"New life!"

Illusory, vague black flames suddenly emerged from the surface of the statue, and they flowed like water, burning silently. Thirty seconds later, Roger said to Margot:

"You're ready to come out."

It's a way to get rid of the curse - the act of entering the belly of a female statue and coming out again symbolizes "rebirth", which, combined with the corresponding supernatural abilities, can disconnect from what falls into the hands of the enemy.

"You wait for me in the study, and I'll look for clues about the attacker." Roger saw that Margot was fine, so he gave an order.

Margot nodded, walked briskly out of the basement, returned to the study, pulled over a chair and sat down.

As time passed, Margot suddenly felt that his body had become extremely heavy, and his whole body seemed to sink into water, soaking and chilling a little bit.

He began to have difficulty breathing.

Margit's pupils dilated instantly, but he didn't see anything.

He struggled as hard as he could, as if he were bound by ropes, and had to move his arms, fingers, and feet with great difficulty.

Thump!

Margot finally allowed himself to tumble to the ground, but the anomaly didn't go away, his face purple, his mouth wide open, and his thoughts blurred.

Why, with such thoughts, Margot fell into darkness.

At the basement door, Roger walked out with a solemn expression.

"There is a strong anti-divination ability...

"It's not easy

"Black Scorpion" Roger thought as he returned to the study.

In the next second, his gaze froze.

He saw Margot lying on the ground, his face blue and his lower body wet, and he was no longer breathing.

After holding a ceremony to eliminate the hidden danger of the curse, the leader of the Stinger Gang died strangely in front of Roger, the "Black Scorpion", in the safest place of the Stinger Gang.

Golden Rooster Hostel, Room 207.

Lumian, who had already changed his clothes, nodded in satisfaction.

"Fallen Mercury" tells him in a trembling way that the exchange of fate has been completed.

This means that Margot will be attacked immediately by the ghosts of Montsourie.

- After stabbing someone, it takes a short time to complete the exchange of fate, which varies from five or six minutes to twenty or thirty minutes depending on the fate to be exchanged, the strength of the other party and the degree of resistance of the subconscious, and if the target is Lumian himself, and he opens his mind and body, even the subconscious can't wait, then he can exchange fate very quickly, a few seconds or a dozen seconds.

Looking at the silver-black short knife in his hand, Lumian smiled:

"When I have time, I'll teach you the Morse code, otherwise, every time I communicate with you, I have to constantly exclude options based on your feedback, which is too troublesome."

The trembling blade of the "Fallen Mercury" suddenly froze, and it seemed a little shocked.

Lumian, who had successfully hunted, was in a pretty good mood, and joked with a smile:

"Are you thinking, why do I have to learn a knife? To be a man must have ideals, and so do you want to be a knife? ”

He then asked:

"What fate is this exchange?"

Lumian asked, extending his spirituality to the silver-black dagger inscribed with layers of patterns.

With the help of "Fallen Mercury", he slowly discerned what the droplets of fate stored inside the knife represented:

It was the fate of Margot who had taken stacks of bills from different men.

"You're pretty picky." Lumian had been busy fighting before, and had "delegated" carte blanche to Fallen Mercury in exchange for his fate, only to tell it in advance that he had been a little short of money lately.

After praising the phrase "depraved mercury", Lumian fell into deep thought:

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"How will this fate be realized after it is exchanged?"