For ordinary people, curse arts are simply "devil's arts."

But for alchemists with a certain amount of knowledge, any art can be traced back to its origin.

"Curse arts... are they essentially something like parasites? I must have been infected by breathing or coming into contact with the green blood of those crows..."

Relevant knowledge automatically popped into Soren's mind.

He also guessed how he had been infected.

Besides being used for surveillance, those red-eyed crows were more importantly a medium used by that "Plague Doctor" Sergei to cast curse arts. The crows were hit by bullets, and green blood splattered everywhere, making it impossible to avoid. Or perhaps, whether they were shot or not, the crows themselves were the source of the plague.

Soren looked at his attribute panel, and his brows furrowed.

At that moment, a negative status prompt appeared on it: [Plague Crow's Blood Poisoning Curse], consuming 1% of essence blood per minute, birthing green-blooded plague crows.

The live crow that had just been spat out was a deformed monster that the curse art had created from his flesh and blood.

Being hit by this curse was equivalent to having a continuous blood loss status in a game.

Consuming 1% of essence blood per minute didn't mean that a person would die when it was consumed to 100%. In fact, when it reached about 30%, the person would fall into a weak state. At most 60%, the person's life would be in danger.

Well, the psychological damage was also quite significant.

For ordinary people, suddenly spitting out a hairy, living thing like that would be terrifying, regardless of the physical harm.

Soren now felt strange even swallowing saliva. There seemed to be something foreign in his throat, something he couldn't swallow or choke down.

Thinking about it, he injected himself with a recovery potion.

The momentum of essence blood loss slowed down, but it didn't completely cure it.

If he continued to inject recovery potions, the effect would become worse and worse, and his body wouldn't be able to withstand it.

To completely solve the problem, he had to find the correct way to lift the curse. Otherwise, he would be sucked dry alive.

........

At this time, a red-eyed crow suddenly darted onto the motorcycle's handlebars and croaked in human language, "Boy, you've already been hit by my curse. I'll give you a chance to live..."

But before the crow could finish speaking, Soren didn't seem to have the slightest interest in listening. He pulled out his gun and blasted it into a cloud of green blood mist, with crow feathers flying everywhere.

A chance to live?

I'll believe you when pigs fly.

After causing such a big commotion in the inner city, killing more than a dozen members of the Umbrella organization, Soren didn't have any illusions about being captured alive.

Even if he wanted to live, he definitely wouldn't rely on this thing.

He could only rely on himself.

Without thinking, the crow's next words would either be to make him surrender or to stall for time...

Soren knew that this was also a trick of that "Plague Doctor" Sergei. The crow itself didn't have much combat power. Now that the "curse" had been cast, it could only engage in verbal attacks.

But it also revealed one thing: Sergei's main body was still some distance away. Otherwise, his main body would have come, and he wouldn't have needed to use a crow to relay the message.

Sergei was indeed very strong, but no matter how strong he was, his main body couldn't kill people from a distance. How could he possibly gain an advantage with just a few crows?!

Soren wasn't interested in paying attention to this thing.

Then, another crow flew over and threatened, "You're courting death! I'm going to..."

Before it could finish speaking, it was shot down with another gunshot.

This action completely enraged the flock of crows. At this time, these hundreds of crows actually formed a formation and charged towards Soren's motorcycle. The damage wasn't great, but his vision was obstructed, and his riding speed became slower and slower.

"Heh... as expected, they want to stall for time."

Looking at the crows chasing after him in the sky, Soren simply stopped running. The buildings on the streets became the crows' cover, making it inconvenient to shoot. He simply drove the motorcycle to an open space.

Once he went to an open space, the flock of crows arrived in an instant, aggressively trying to peck at Soren's eyes and block his vision.

Soren squeezed the brakes, and the motorcycle's front wheel swerved, suddenly stopping. Then, he made grasping motions with both hands, conjuring two puppets out of thin air, and unceremoniously sprayed phosphorescent flames into the sky!

If he couldn't deal with a Tier 2 professional, could he not deal with a few feathered beasts?

The flames caught the crows off guard, and hundreds of them were instantly burned to death. Their corpses fell to the ground like rain, and the air was filled with the smell of charred meat.

The surviving crows were too far away, croaking in fear and scattering in all directions.

But Soren didn't hold back, drawing both guns.

He was a dignified "Firearms Expert." He might not be able to kill professionals, but shooting these stupid birds was as easy as shooting fish in a barrel, even hitting several with one shot.

With just a few volleys, the surviving 20-30% of the crows exploded into clouds of blood mist in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, only a few scattered crows remained out of the hundreds, fleeing in panic. He even heard one crow flying away while angrily squawking, "Damn it, kid, I will definitely tear you to pieces..."

Soren showed no emotion upon hearing this threat. Without even aiming, he raised his hand and pulled the trigger in the direction of the sound, shooting it down with one shot.

It's no wonder that "Plague Doctor" Sergei was breaking down and cursing. Soren's actions had caused him a significant loss.

These "green-blooded crows" were not ordinary crows. It took a lot of money, effort, and time to feed and train them to be like this.

Every time one died, it was like plucking hair from the top of a "balding" head. Every time he plucked one, his heart ached.

Moreover, the three that could speak were especially precious!

.......

After doing all this, Soren ignored the crows hiding far away and rode his motorcycle towards Green Street again.

He also knew that his whereabouts were now exposed and that he would be ambushed at any moment.

Moreover, there was a Tier 2 professional who was good at tracking, which was the most troublesome thing.

"I must find a way to kill that Sergei first, otherwise I won't be able to escape even if I get back to Green Street..."

Soren rode his motorcycle, a hint of coldness appearing in his eyes.

To kill a Tier 2 professional, the most confident method he could think of right now was the living corpse and the scythe in the Green Street basement.

However, the abilities of the "Plague Doctor" Sergei were very strange. Legend had it that he had a special curse art that allowed him to use crows to take damage for himself, making him immune to physical damage such as knives and guns. There were rumors in the underworld that he had been killed and "revived."

Soren didn't know what that ability was, but the fact that it had spread meant that Sergei must have a similar ability, which should not be underestimated.

After all, the scythe dealt physical damage. If it couldn't kill him, then Soren felt that his situation would be very bad.

"Qiantiao is on Norton Street... No, besides Smoker, there must be other spies in the Cross Society."

Soren trusted Qiantiao, but he knew that Qiantiao couldn't protect him.

He didn't fear the Crow Gang, but behind it was the Umbrella organization in the inner city.

Moreover, if he couldn't find anyone on Norton Street right away and instead attracted other spies like Smoker, that would be the worst.

As for the "communicator," Soren didn't dare to use it now.

The communicators of ordinary gang members only had a communication range of a few kilometers, and they received on all channels, so the confidentiality was very low.

Once he spoke, the Umbrella organization's spies outside the city would immediately receive the message, which would expose his approximate location.

Simply shouting "Smoker is a spy" would not be very meaningful.

First, there was no evidence.

Second, it would be harmful to his escape route.

What might await him then was not rescue, but assassins.

And then... the only expert he knew seemed to be Mr. Black.

That elusive top professional didn't fear the Umbrella organization, but had no obligation to help.

"It seems I can only use that method..."

A thought flashed through his mind, and Soren frowned, muttering to himself.

.......

The flock of crows had been scattered, but Soren knew that his whereabouts must have been exposed.

He expected that "Plague Doctor" Sergei was definitely on his way.

However, the situation was not all that bad.

The South City was the territory of the Cross Society, and it was impossible for the Crow Gang to cross the border on a large scale. He thought it was very likely that Sergei would come alone.

Soren thought of a plan to trap and kill him.

After tricking the flock of crows just now, those crows had learned their lesson and were hiding in the dark, no longer arrogantly coming out to threaten him. But he had [Malice Perception], so even though the crows were hiding very well, they couldn't escape his perception.

Soren pretended not to notice and rode his motorcycle, not to Green Street, but to Ginkgo Avenue a few blocks away.

He abandoned the motorcycle and deliberately circled around, making sure to take anti-tracking measures, before entering the small western-style building at No. 88.

After entering the house, Soren wasn't in a hurry.

He sat on the sofa in the living room and finally had time to deal with the wounds on his body.

Then, he checked his ammunition, guns, and equipment.

After doing all this, he leaned back on the sofa to rest. Looking at the ceiling, he muttered to himself, "I hope Mr. Black won't mind me leading people into his trap..."

That's right, this was a plan he had thought about a long time ago.

Soren had once imagined that if he encountered an irresistible enemy, No. 88 Green Street would be an excellent ambush location.

Because there was also a "Tier-T cursed space" in the basement.

And Soren knew how to get out.

Although he might encounter that terrifying ultra-tier living corpse after entering, compared to that, it would be even more of a nightmare for the enemy who was lured in.

.......

"However, this [Plague Crow Blood Poisoning Curse] is indeed a problem. If I can't find a way to break it, I might really be sucked dry..."

Nearly twenty minutes had passed now, and even after injecting a healing potion, Soren clearly felt dizzy, which was a sign of weakness due to the loss of essence blood.

At this time, that familiar choking sensation suddenly appeared in his throat again. Soren's face turned slightly pale, and after a moment, with a "vomit," another hairy crow flew out.

The "croaking" sound seemed to be mocking his overestimation of his abilities.

Just as the crow came out of his mouth, Soren didn't feel surprised at all. He just acted as if he had been discovered and turned around to rush out of the door.

But obviously, the enemy wouldn't let him escape like that.

Just then, the window glass on the second floor suddenly shattered, and a group of crows flew in, blocking his way. In the flock of crows, a middle-aged man with large black feather wings and a pointed crow mask on his face flew in.

"He can fly, and he came really fast."

Seeing the person who came, Soren naturally guessed that this was the "Plague Doctor" Sergei himself.

This guy's talent was the rare beastification talent [B-055-Crow Man].

As soon as the crows entered the room, the imposing pressure of a Tier 2 professional immediately made Soren feel a strong sense of malice like needles pricking his eyes.

Sergei looked at Soren, who had become a turtle in a jar, sneered, and didn't rush to attack. He mocked, "Boy, did you think you could escape?"

What responded to him were two consecutive "bang, bang" bullets.

They killed two crows, but didn't hurt Sergei's main body at all.

Seeing this, Soren looked "terrified" and rushed into the basement without any hesitation.

Sergei showed a look of disdain, but was also slightly puzzled. He was still thinking of escaping now?

He guessed that there might be an ambush or a tunnel in the basement, so he didn't rush to chase down, but instead controlled the flock of crows to fly down first.

Looking through the shared vision of the crows, he discovered that it was actually an empty, closed basement.

Then, a burst of dense gunfire came from the basement again.

His crows were shot by Soren again.

"Damn bastard!"

Sergei cursed angrily, feeling a twitch in his eyes as he felt his pets being killed. His anger instantly rose.

Since he knew that there was no ambush in the basement, he chased down.

.......

Sergei blocked Soren in the basement.

Originally, this guy wanted to persuade him to surrender as a victor, but before he could, a strange scene appeared.

The space around Soren, who was standing in the basement, twisted, and then, without warning, he disappeared!

"Instant movement? Or invisibility?"

Sergei just watched a living person disappear in front of him, and his expression changed drastically.

Where Soren disappeared, a piece of paper slowly floated to the ground.

Sergei widened his eyes, trying to find Soren's figure in the basement, but he found nothing.

"No hand seals, no alchemical array lit up, how did he escape?"

Sergei was full of doubts.

At this time, he also saw the piece of paper, so he controlled a crow to pick it up.

Taking a look, the piece of paper read: "The basement is a cursed space."

"Cursed space?"

Sergei instinctively muttered something in his mind, and suddenly found that the scenery around him twisted and changed.

He instantly realized something and secretly said "Not good!"