Origin of the Curse(3)

Snap!

The rope wrapped around the woman's neck had snapped as a dull sound rang out the moment her body struck the ground.

Then, she stood up...the vibe surrounding her made everyone feel as if she was a majestic Goddess that had just descended from her heavenly abode to the mortal realm.

However, she was most definitely not a Goddess.

The aura surrounding her was too sinister and undivine that no one would possibly think of her as a Goddess.

If she was to be described, then it would be deserved for her to be called as the Saintess of Death!

As if on cue and true to her nature, a change occurred at that moment.

The pungent smell of rotting flesh washed over through the entire village as Heisenberg and Ricardo did everything that they could to stop themselves from vomiting. They had to pretend that they were dead, and how could the dead still vomit? In fact, it was questionable if the dead had a sense of smell!