He learned and put it into practice now, and activated the [Long Hair Art] ability. His black hair quickly grew longer, and combined into two sharp swords, he stabbed through the clone of the witch Shelia who was controlled by Sigurd in the sky. .
Shelia screamed in despair, her eyes filled with disbelief and malice.
"How is that possible! You thief! Thief! Thief!!!! I will curse you!"
Shelia's body eventually turned into pink dust and scattered to the ground.
Sigurd, who was covered in injuries, also fell from the air. Locke caught him in time with his long hair, which prevented his butt from falling in half.
"Thank you, Locke, you are truly the best newcomer I have ever seen."
Sigur stood up with difficulty and praised without hesitation.
If his eyes weren't so swollen that there was only a line left, he would have winked playfully.
"Senior Sigurd, something doesn't seem right."
Locke looked at the homeless people who had lost their souls all over the ground.
After the pink dust came into contact with the corpses, it did not feed their sucked souls back into the body. Instead, it gave birth to spores one by one on the surface of their skin.
"Newcomer, don't be nervous. This is where the trouble comes when you encounter a witch. Leave the rest to me."
Sigurd patted Locke on the shoulder and showed his iconic smile again. The sun reflected on his teeth, giving off a dazzling brilliance.
If his skin were darker, he could even endorse black toothpaste.
Locke cursed in his heart when he saw Sigurd take out a silver spell card with complex textures engraved from his windbreaker pocket.
As he recited a complex spell, a green light burst out of the silver spell card, and the green light instantly covered a 100-meter surrounding area, shrouding the contaminated corpses.
Wherever the green light shines, green shoots sprout.
Even a small green bud grew on the tops of Sigurd and Locke's heads.
Sigurd immediately nervously pulled out Locke and the little life on his head, letting out an awkward laugh.
"Haha, you can't let this thing continue to grow, it will make a green grassland above your head."
The corners of Locke's mouth twitched slightly.
The spores on the corpses of homeless people on the ground stopped growing, and their skin was gradually covered with emerald green. Their bodies were like soil, covered with tender green buds. The buds swayed in the wind. If you look closely, You will find that they sway at exactly the same frequency, as if they are dancing in a group, weird and weird.
This scene looked even more terrifying than before when spores grew on their skin.
"Senior, what exactly is this?"
"This is a life purification technique. Don't worry, their bodies will soon be connected with the earth and become the most fertile soil in Kosolk."
Sigurd explained,
"The one we just dealt with is the Desire Witch. After her death, she will pollute a large area of land, causing all non-living bodies here to only have the desire to mate, including those soulless beings who were once alive. If left alone, those The spores take over their bodies and start spreading contamination outwards."
Locke watched as his skin gradually turned green, and Sigurd, who was still chatting casually, felt inexplicably like the Hulk.
He lowered his head and looked at his exposed skin. Sure enough, his hands had turned green. Although there was no grass growing, he felt that photosynthesis was not far away.
"Senior, is it okay for us to be like this?"
"Haha, this is just a small side effect. It will only stay green for a day or two at most. We pulled out the parasitic grass in time. These green pigments can purify the dirt accumulated in our bodies. You will be healthier after being green."
Sigurd patted Locke on the shoulder, "Don't look sad. You are still handsome now, but your skin is closer to that of a Beloso man."
The Beloso people are people who live on the sea all year round. It is said that they are the descendants of human ancestors and fish. Their skin is unhealthy blue and their hair is blue like seaweed.
Twenty years ago, it was confirmed that they only looked like Smurfs because they lived at sea all year round and suffered from a special disease that reduced the red pigment in their skin.
Locke had seen relevant records in a magazine, and Sigurd recalled relevant memories.
Sigurd was in a good mood. Although he was beaten until his face was swollen and two ribs were broken, he successfully completed an A-level mission with the newcomers and received a lot of merit.
"Let's go back to the Strange Bureau. Newcomer, please help me."
"Uh, okay, Senior Sigurd."
"Just call me Sigurd."
"Sigur, you seem to have grown a tail."
Locke reminded him kindly.
Sigur looked behind him in confusion. Due to the battle with the witch Shelia, his clothes and pants were badly worn, and a piece of his butt was exposed, with green buds growing out.
"Damn parasitic grass."
Sigurd awkwardly stretched out his hand and pulled the grass off his butt, "It's easy to sneak in."
Locke gave Sigurd a strange look, and subconsciously reached out and touched his butt. Fortunately, he didn't have this strange thing like Sigurd.
"The worse the physical condition, the easier it is to be parasitized. If it were normal, I wouldn't have to worry about this ghost thing at all, but it can indeed purify the body's impurities.
"I have an old colleague who suffered from lung disease due to smoking. Well, he was probably close to lung cancer. He was cured with parasitic grass. He stayed green for about a whole year and gained a new lease of life.
"Unfortunately, there was an accident during the last mission and he died in the north. He was too lustful and fell into the witch's beauty trap. Therefore, we must stay rational when facing the witch."
Sigurd obviously wanted to change the subject and get Locke to stop paying attention to the parasitic grass growing on his butt.
Locke also nodded in cooperation, returned the ring that could dodge attacks to a certain extent to Sigurd, picked up the things that originally belonged to him that fell on the ground, and helped the limping Sigurd away from the abandoned building and came to the road. side.
The two called a carriage. The carriage driver looked at the two green-skinned men in tattered clothes, wondering if they were suffering from some unspeakable strange disease. He frowned and said,
"Eastern District, 40 meters, no less."
Locke was a little worried about the newly bought clothes. There were obvious signs of damage on them. This was despite his deliberate protection.
He was so defenseless in super-powered combat that he couldn't even remember when his clothes were torn.
Of course, compared to Sigurd, his situation is much better.
Sigurd's current attire is somewhere between a tramp and a beggar.
No wonder the coachman had this expression.
It's a pity that this area is remote and there are no rail trains. Even the trackless trains will not pass through the Sisi District. For fear of encountering robbery gangs, only brave coachmen often come here.
"I'm sorry, I lost my wallet in the fight just now. You have to pay the fare first, and you can reimburse me later."
Sigurd said with a smile.
Locke wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Well...actually, I'm not a security guard yet. I'm here to apply for a job today."
"You've got to be kidding me."
Sigurd looked at Locke with a serious expression,
"Well, with your professional ability, don't worry, you can join the job today and you can still be reimbursed."
Locke nodded and asked,
“How are chefs treated?”
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