Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 352 Walking into a Trap

Chapter 352 Walking into a Trap

Amidst the howling wind, the street suddenly brightened, instantly transforming from night into a bright, sunny afternoon with thick clouds.

In the warm light, countless golden, translucent liquids poured down, creating a rain of "holy water from the sun."

As the golden rain washed over the air, the dark green tinge mixed in with the fumes quickly disappeared.

All traces of death and curses in the surroundings were fading and being purified.

One by one, the transparent souls appeared and then vanished with a silent scream.

Jacks snorted, and a cold wind instantly swept around them, pushing away the golden raindrops.

But in the next moment, the swirling, chilling wind went out of control, disintegrating into swirling, contracting gusts of air that carried golden rain toward Jax and Señor.

Jax turned his head to look at Señor, whose figure instantly became transparent and disappeared in a flash.

He used Jacks' eyes to perform a "mirror flash".

After Señor left, Jax turned his attention to "Aquaman" Yone Courtman, who was once again accompanied by a raging storm.

His figure twisted and shrank, transforming into a mystical puppet made of withered branches, scraps of cloth, and straw, bearing a four- or five-point resemblance to "Aquaman".

Golden rain, carried by gusts of air, poured down onto the puppet, while a bolt of silver lightning struck down at the same time.

The magical puppet, which bore four or five similarities to "Aquaman," was instantly charred black and tattered.

At the same time, Aquaman's figure, riding the whirlwind, lost control again and fell to the ground in a sorry state.

Beneath the deep blue robes of the Storm Priest, Aquaman's body turned a deep red, with many areas charred black, and wisps of electricity occasionally crackling through it.

Jax's curse caused the damage he suffered to also be reflected in the cursed.

But as the golden raindrops fell on him, the cursed aura emanating from "Aquaman" Yon Cortman began to wane.

The swirling air currents transformed into an invisible hand, placing the golden box that had fallen to the ground back into his hand.

Instantly, a golden hue enveloped Yann Courtman, spreading outwards in layers, purifying all evil and curses around him.

In the mirror world, a majestic voice suddenly rang in Señor's ears, making him instinctively want to prostrate himself and obey: "Mirror travel is prohibited here!"

As the words fell, an invisible force derived from the rules instantly materialized.

Señor felt an irresistible force coming from all directions, and the next second, he was pushed out of the mirror world by this force.

"captivity!"

As soon as he emerged from the mirror world, Señor saw countless flowing, extremely viscous, transparent liquids rushing towards him.

These liquids enveloped him, forming a transparent amber around him that even spirits could not penetrate, firmly imprisoning him in place.

"That's luck. I hadn't even gone looking for you, and you just delivered yourself to my door."

Cyril looked at Senor, whose clothes were torn to shreds, whose hair stood on end, whose face was blackened and who looked utterly disheveled, and a smile played on his lips.

As he spoke, his dark eyes reflected an illusory, ever-turning book.

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

In his eyes, a pale fire flickered silently, and an aura of coldness, death, and decay permeated the air.

Señor, "imprisoned" in place, froze, his body trembling uncontrollably, shaking like chaff.

His body was gradually becoming transparent, his breath was irreversibly weakening, his life was fading away, and he was rapidly heading towards death, as if he were crossing a river called death inch by inch.

This is an extraordinary ability belonging to the "Ferryman," which Cyril recorded from Azik when he was on the White Agate.

call!

A piece of drawing paper in the room suddenly burst into flames, with bright red flames shooting up more than two meters high.

Amidst the flickering flames, Gehrman Sparrow's figure became clearly visible in the fire.

Upon seeing Señor, who was trapped on the spot and looked disheveled, he was clearly stunned for a moment, and then decisively raised his hand.

Fine golden scales emerged from "Wriggling Hunger," and his eyes turned into dark gold vertical pupils.

"A deterrent!"

Señor's struggling movements froze, and the illusory skull that had just formed in front of him instantly collapsed.

Klein continued to use the extraordinary abilities of the "psychiatrist" who herded "wriggling hunger" with an expressionless face.

"Frenzy!"

Señor's body suddenly stopped trembling, and his skin, covered with rotten black spots, cracked silently, from which pale yellow pus and dark red, foul-smelling flesh flowed uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Klein switched to the "Crawling Hunger" grazing soul, and the dark gold scales on his gloves disappeared, replaced by brilliant golden sunlight.

He leaned back slightly, his arms outstretched as if to hug someone.

A magnificent, pure, and blazing pillar of light descended from the sky, enveloping Señor and causing his already crumbling body to evaporate at a visible speed.

"Uh...no, I...."

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Señor's lips moved slightly, and he managed to utter a few words with difficulty and inconsolably, until he could no longer speak.

His body finally gave way, turning into a pile of rotten, stinking, disgusting bits of flesh, pus, and pieces of bone stained with black spots.

Under Cyril's "gaze," his life came to a complete end.

Clang!

A gold coin was tossed from Klein's hand.

After confirming that Señor was indeed dead, he turned to Cyril and asked in confusion, "How did Señor end up in your room?"

Xireen raised his hand and pinched the space between his eyebrows; the spirituality he had just regained was almost dried up again.

After letting out a soft breath, he looked at the pile of rotting flesh on the floor and said, "How lucky I was before, how unlucky I am now."

"For him, the worst misfortune was running into his enemy while he was seriously injured."

He paused, then raised his hand and conjured a dazzling crystal ball, which he then silently shattered.

After completing the anti-divination interference, he looked at Klein and asked, "Are you going to herd him?"

"Okay, I'll compensate you in pounds."

After thinking it over, Klein nodded, but looking at the pile of minced meat, he suddenly hesitated.

Can a corpse like this still feed "wriggling hunger"?

It's a bit broken and smells a little, but it should be fine, right?

If "wriggling hunger" really can't stand it, then it can only be temporarily thrown onto the gray fog.

In addition, the souls of the "Crawling Hunger" herding are full and one must be released.

I still need the "psychologist" ability for now, and Miss "Justice's" dog probably won't advance that quickly either, so I'll just release the "witch's" soul.

After making his decision, Klein immediately released the soul of the "witch" who was herding sheep on the White Agate.

After watching the "witch's" soul dissipate, he reached out and grabbed at the top of Señor's corpse.

The palm of "wriggling hunger" opened its greedy mouth and eyes, and a cold, swirling gust of wind instantly took shape.

Some transparent and blurry figures of Señor were outlined by the swirling wind, slowly sliding towards the open mouth of "wriggling hunger".

Klein frowned slightly; the resistance to herding Senor's soul was much stronger than when he had herded "Iron" Maiviti before.

Señor's spirit and "wriggling hunger" tugged at each other for nearly half a minute before finally being released.

Call ~

With a long exhale, Klein walked to the pile of rotting flesh on the ground, squatted down, and stretched out his right hand, which was adorned with "Wriggling Hunger".

The illusory mouth that opened in the palm of the "wriggling hunger" remained open for a long time without taking a bite. Even though the glove was devoid of emotion, Klein could sense its disgust for the pile of minced meat.

Klein didn't indulge it and placed his hand directly on the pile of minced meat.

A clicking sound rang out.

"Wriggling Hunger" has started eating, but it is eating much slower than before.

Cyril watched from the side and shook his head: "Tsk, ever since these gloves came into your possession, we've been starving for three days straight. When we finally get something to eat, it's always expired food."

"..." Klein glanced at him speechlessly: "It's just a glove, it doesn't have any living characteristics, and its food is people!"

Cyril chuckled, then changed the subject: "Does the ability you gained from herding Senor's soul include the ability to glue his head back on? That's a bounty of 42000 pounds."

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Klein's expression stiffened for a moment, then he gritted his teeth and said, "No..."

"I only gained two abilities: the wailing of vengeful spirits and the mirror flash."

He paused, then added, "Iron" McVitie's head is still intact. I won't participate in the distribution of his bounty; you can give a portion to Danitz. He was used as bait."

"As for the bounty on Blood Admiral Señor, if you haven't documented flesh magic, then we'll have to forgo the 42000 pounds."

In the end, his voice was filled with helplessness.

"This is the biggest financial loss I've ever suffered."

"I should have known better than to use that extraordinary demigod-level ability."

He sighed twice, then bent down and picked up the silver necklace that had been exposed as flesh and blood were devoured by the "wriggling hunger".

A silver pendant resembling an ancient coin hangs from the bottom of the necklace, with mysterious patterns and symbols engraved on both sides. An ancient Hermetic inscription is also engraved on the edge: "As lucky you are now, so unlucky you will be later."

Klein noticed the necklace he had picked up, and remembering his initial words, couldn't help but ask, "You knew about this magical item from the beginning, and were aware of its negative effects?"

"Obviously." Sirion nodded slightly, but did not explain his source.

Klein was curious, but seeing that the other party had no intention of continuing, he didn't press the matter.

After "wriggling hunger" had completely devoured the rotten bits of flesh on the ground, he slowly got up and shook his gloved right hand with some disgust.

Even though he was wearing gloves, he still felt a bit disgusted by having his hands pressed against a pile of rotten, smelly bits of meat for so long.

"There shouldn't be any surprises from now on, I can finally get a good night's sleep."

After saying that, he felt uneasy, so he took out a gold coin and did a simple divination.

In the dock area, the sudden gale and thunder and lightning subsided just as abruptly.

"Aquaman" Yone Cortman stood in mid-air, his feet firmly planted in solid air, looking down at the streets and houses below, his powerful spirit sweeping across every corner of Bayam.

A moment later, he regained his composure, riding the gale and disappearing into the gloomy, dark sky, leaving only a faint echo fading in the wind: "The Rose School..."

On the second floor of the underground casino at the private dock, Jacks' transparent figure quickly solidified in the air.

His deeply lined face looked even older than before, and every part of him exuded a sense of decay and impending death.

His cloudy eyes, filled with blatant malice, stared blankly ahead.

A few seconds later, he looked away, sighing and murmuring, "Señor is dead..."

"Being severely injured, and having escaped from Aquaman's clutches, it's no surprise that he died."

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"But I can't see who killed him."

"Did they encounter other demigods hidden in Bayam after the outbreak of misfortune?"

"What a useless piece of trash. We have to find someone else to take over his fleet. This is an important source of information for the Rose School at sea. We can't lose him."

He whispered a few words, and his figure became transparent again, disappearing from the room.

In the Audra family's manor villa in the northern part of Backlund.

Led by Kasimmi, Emlin once again arrived at the slumbering underground of Nibais and saw the iron-black coffin.

Emlyn suppressed the urge to yawn, looked at the coffin before him, and said earnestly, "Lord Nibais, Casimi said you have important business to discuss with me?"

Since being left to volunteer at the Harvest Church, his daily routine has become increasingly anti-vampire, and over time he has developed the habit of being active during the day and sleeping at night.

This time of day is equivalent to noon for a normal vampire, a time when they are full of energy, but for him it is the time when he is most sleepy.

From within the iron-black coffin placed on the platform, Nibais's calm voice rang out: "Duke 'Full Moon' is very interested in the three 'Vampire' traits you previously traded for. He hopes you can trade for even more, higher-sequence extraordinary traits from him."

"Do you think the person or organization you traded with last time was able to acquire more of the corrupted traits?"

"Full Moon"...The Duke!

Emlyn's drowsy state vanished instantly, his bright red eyes widening in astonishment as he stared at the iron-black coffin before him.

"Heh, don't be surprised. Purifying the pollution in those properties requires the Duke's intervention."

Do you think those people could acquire even more of the characteristics of the "Moon"?

"This is very important to our vampire clan. If we can reach a long-term deal, we don't mind if you earn a commission."

Uh... Emlyn scratched his head awkwardly, took a deep breath, and suppressed his turbulent thoughts before saying, "I'm not sure, but it should be possible. From my previous conversation with that person, it doesn't seem to be that difficult for them to acquire those traits."

"Very good!" Nibais's voice, tinged with obvious emotion, rang in Emlyn's ears.

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