Chapter 135 Black Scorpion boom! Maggot was in a hurry to dodge the flying dagger, and the revolver in his hand failed to move down with Lumian's body, and the bullet hit the opposite wall, causing stone chips to fly. With a jingling sound, "Fallen Mercury" flew past Maggot again and fell to the ground not far away. Lumian snapped upright and swiftly stepped on the enemy's instep with his right foot to prevent him from raising his knee and hitting his abdomen. Then, when he was almost close to the opponent, he chopped or smashed with his hands, blocked or blocked with his elbows, kicked low or stomped hard with his feet, and pushed forward or bounced with his knees, which made Maggot exhausted from parrying and unable to aim or shoot. The villain only felt that the opponent's attack was like a storm, continuous and endless, and it was always close to him, using close combat techniques, not giving him the opportunity to distance himself and use firearms. To Maggot, this kind of fighting style was both unfamiliar and dangerous. boom! Maggot's elbow hit the wall, causing the house to shake slightly. Snapped! Maggot's right wrist was pulled back, and the black revolver slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground. Bang, bang, bang. Lumian used his hands, elbows, knees and feet in succession, forcing the enemy to retreat again and again, unable to do anything. In the end, Maggot was blocking purely on instinct, his mind unable to keep up with Lumian's movements.
However, he felt that he had grasped the pattern of the opponent's attacks and figured out the corresponding routines, and could defend against all attacks with muscle memory alone. Just wait a little longer and he'll be able to counterattack! Following his instinct, Maggot raised his right foot to block the opponent's low kick. But he didn't block anything. Lumian stretched out his left foot diagonally with a flexibility beyond that of a human body, picking up the silver-black dagger that was lying quietly beside him. The purpose of his previous fierce attack was to force Maggot to the vicinity of "Fallen Mercury". The silver-black dagger flew up and stabbed Maggot's thigh. On the one hand, Maggot was firmly suppressed by Lumian, and on the other hand, he was only standing on one leg, unable to perform many movements. He could only reluctantly retract his right foot and slightly turn his body to try to dodge. The "Fallen Mercury" flew past his thigh, tearing his sail-colored pants and leaving a shallow blood mark. Bang, bang, bang. Lumian once again used the close combat techniques taught by Aurore to attack wildly, oppressing Maggot so much that he had no time to deal with the injury on his leg. Fortunately, the wound was shallow and only a little blood was left. boom! Maggot's back hit the wall. During the entire process, he didn't even have a chance to speak, and the other party had his ears plugged and was not afraid of his provocation at all. Maggot's blood boiled and a ruthlessness burst out in his heart. He planned to gain the initiative in the battle at the cost of injury and get out of the current predicament. At this moment, his raised arms caught nothing. He was confused and shocked to see that the strange man with white bandages wrapped around his face took the initiative to step back and distance himself from him. Then, the strange man turned around and started running. On the way, he tiptoed and flicked up the silver-black dagger and grabbed it in his left palm. Maggot was stunned for a second and was about to catch up, when he heard the sound of footsteps coming from the entrance of the alley. Two policemen on night patrol heard the gunshots and were informed by nearby residents who had gone downstairs due to the fire, so they rushed over with black semi-automatic pistols. "What happened? What is your Sting Gang doing?" Seeing that it was an acquaintance, one of the policemen frowned and asked.
Glancing at the two policemen in white shirts, black vests, and black uniform jackets, Maggot replied disdainfully: "I was attacked, officer, you are too late!" Although he said this, he was actually glad that the police arrived not too late and scared away the strange man, otherwise he might really have been hunted. After all, that weirdo should also be a Sequence 8 "provoker", and his fighting skills are obviously stronger than his, and he has designed layer by layer to take the initiative and gain the advantage. The police officer who was questioning the question had a gloomy face: “Then come back with me to give your statement, and we will help you find the attacker. "Also, is this your gun?" He pointed to the revolver that had fallen to the ground. Maggot sneered: “Rely on you guys to find it? Haha, this is the funniest joke I’ve heard this year! "That gun belongs to the attacker, you can take it." After saying that, he briefly checked the wound and confirmed that there was no poisoning. Then he swaggered out of the alley in front of the two policemen. The police officer who asked the question first had a grim expression on his face and tried to draw his gun, but his hand was held down by his companion. Back on Nightingale Street, Maggot's expression darkened. His most instinctive thought was to return home quickly and use the preset traps to guard against a possible second wave of attacks. After a few seconds, Maggot abandoned the plan, thinking it was not appropriate enough. He planned to go to the house of the Sting Gang leader "Black Scorpion" Roger now, tell him about his attack, and stay there for one night. That was where Maggot thought the safest place was. After bandaging the wound on his right leg, Maggot ran wildly, all the way from Nightingale Street to Market Avenue, to the area near the Suchit Steam Locomotive Station, and to No. 126, a three-story building with a small garden at the back. Soon, he met "Black Scorpion" Roger in the study. This is a middle-aged man with black hair sticking back, a slightly plump face, and cold and deep blue eyes. Roger was wearing a light blue silk pajamas and looked at Maggot expressionlessly: "You were attacked?" "Yes." Maggot recounted the entire incident. Roger's blue eyes suddenly became dim, as if they were connected to an abyss with no bottom or a hell without light. After a moment, he nodded: “No signs of a curse. "But be careful, there's your blood on that knife." Roger walked up to Maggot while speaking: "Let me help you eliminate the hidden danger first."
"Thank you, boss." Maggot was visibly relieved. He followed Roger out of the study and down the stairs into the basement. After turning the switch and lighting the gas wall lamp, "Black Scorpion" Roger pointed to the statue in the center and said: "You open it and get inside." The statue was of a woman with soft features and lifelike folds in her long skirt. Maggot walked a few steps to the statue, opened the secret door in its belly, and crawled in. As the secret door closed, the basement became unusually quiet. "Black Scorpion" Roger looked at the statue and said a word in ancient Hermetic language: "newborn!" Suddenly, illusory, blurry black flames appeared on the surface of the statue. They flowed like water and burned silently. Thirty seconds later, Roger said to Maggot: "You can come out now." This is a way to eliminate the hidden dangers of the curse - the act of entering the belly of the female statue and coming out symbolizes "rebirth", and combined with the corresponding extraordinary abilities, it is possible to sever ties with things that have fallen into the hands of the enemy. "Wait for me in the study. I'll look for clues about the attacker." Seeing that Maggot had nothing to do, Roger gave the order. Maggot nodded, walked quickly out of the basement, returned to the study, pulled up a chair and sat down. As time passed, Maggot suddenly felt his body become extremely heavy, as if he was sinking into water, getting wet and cold little by little. His breathing became labored. Maggot's pupils dilated instantly, but he saw nothing. He struggled with all his might, as if he were tied up by ropes and could only move his arms, fingers and feet with great difficulty. thump! Maggot finally rolled himself to the ground, but the abnormality did not disappear. His face became more and more purple, his mouth opened wide, and his thoughts gradually became blurred. Why... With such thoughts, Maggot fell into darkness. At the basement door, Roger walked out with a serious expression. "It has a strong anti-divination ability... “This matter is not simple... “…” “Black Scorpion” Roger returned to the study while thinking. The next second, his gaze froze. He saw Maggot lying on the ground, his face blue and purple, his lower body wet, and he was no longer breathing. After holding a ceremony to eliminate the hidden dangers of the curse, the leader of the Sting Gang died mysteriously in the safest place of the Sting Gang, in front of "Black Scorpion" Roger. …………
Golden Rooster Hotel, Room 207. Lumian, who had already changed his clothes, nodded with satisfaction. "Fallen Mercury" told him in a trembling way that the exchange of fate had been completed. This means that Maggot will be immediately attacked by the ghost of Montsouris. ——After stabbing someone, it takes quite some time to complete the exchange of fate. This varies from five or six minutes to twenty or thirty minutes, depending on the fate you want to exchange, the opponent's strength, and the degree of subconscious resistance. If the target is Lumian himself, and he opens his body and mind, and even his subconscious can't wait, then the fate can be exchanged very quickly, in a few seconds or a dozen seconds. Looking at the silver-black dagger in his hand, Lumian smiled and said: "When I have time, I'll teach you Morse code. Otherwise, every time I communicate with you, I have to eliminate options based on your feedback. It's too troublesome." The trembling blade of "Fallen Mercury" suddenly stopped, as if a little shocked. Lumian was in a good mood after his successful hunt, and he said with a smile: "Are you wondering, why should I learn to make a knife? Being a man should have ideals, and the same applies to making knives. Do you want to live like this for the rest of your life?" He then asked: "What fate is being exchanged this time?" As Lumian asked, he extended his spirituality to the silver-black short sword engraved with layers of patterns. With the help of "Fallen Mercury", he slowly figured out what the drop of fate stored in the knife represented: That was the fate of Maggot as he took wads of bills from various men. “You’re quite picky.” Lumian had been busy fighting, so he “entrusted” the matter of exchanging fates to “Corrupted Mercury”, only telling it in advance that he was a little short of money recently. After praising “Fallen Mercury”, Lumian fell into deep thought: "After this fate is exchanged, how will it be realized?" (End of this chapter)