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Seeing the scorched and tattered wooden door slowly open back, Lumian's scalp felt numb instantly, as if someone had poured ice water on it.
Can't you open the door?
Was my guess wrong?
If it could open the door, why did it knock so long and talk so much?
Just do it! There is something wrong with the brain, isn't it?
Although he has become an arsonist and has experienced some big scenes, but facing the current situation, Lumian's heart still thumps faster involuntarily.
It's like a steam train running wildly on the rails and sleepers. If it wasn't for Gardner Martin or other members of the Jagged Cross who were hiding around and observing closely, he would have wanted to set up an altar on the spot and summon a magician Lady's messenger, or pray directly to Mister Fool.
Subconsciously, Lumian was about to condense the fire crows, create a cloak, and be ready for battle, but the reminder from Termiporos flashed again in his mind.
"Don't respond."
Lumian himself felt that the monster outside knocked on the door first, then threatened, and finally opened the door by itself, which was very problematic.
So he suppressed himself forcibly, remained silent, and looked at the door like a statue.
The crumbling scorched black wooden door continued to open back, and the dark gap gradually expanded from the thickness of the fingers, allowing one person to enter and exit.
But there is nothing outside the door? The room away from the window was dark, and the crimson moonlight permeated into the small room against the broken glass, barely showing the outline of a ruined wall.
Where's the guy knocking? Lumian's first reaction was to turn on his spirit vision to see if there were hidden monsters that the naked eye could not detect.
But he finally controlled himself, fearing that this was equivalent to a response, the shaky wooden door stopped and did not move, and in the deep darkness outside, no one came out, and nothing squirmed, it was extremely quiet .
Lumian's sitting posture remained unchanged, looking there, he felt that this was so **** weird, even if he wanted to set fire to the enemy, he couldn't find the target, quietness became the current main theme, and time seemed to be stagnant because of it.
Suddenly, a drop of water fell from the ceiling and hit Lumian in front of him. Lumian's eyelids twitched, and through the crimson moonlight outside the window, he saw the bright red liquid, which looked like blood.
Tick, tick, drop after drop of blood fell, gradually dyeing a large area red, just seeing such a scene made Lumian's heart full of uneasiness.
Tick-tock, another drop of liquid left the ceiling and landed on the right side of Lumian's face, cold, viscous, and silky.
It didn't look like the blood of a living person, but it wasn't stained with a dark color. The strong smell of blood pierced Lumian's nose, making him subconsciously want to roll to the side, turn over, stand up, and throw himself out of the window.
"Don't respond." The words of Thermiporos flashed in his mind again.
Lumian adjusted his breathing slightly, letting the thick, blood-smelling viscous liquid hit his face and head.
Gradually, he felt that his body became heavier, and he began to examine his bare hands outside his clothes.
There were also drips of cold and viscous blood, and they expanded silently, connecting together, as if putting **** gloves on Lumian.
Lumian used this to think that other parts of the body, suspected that he had been wrapped in a layer of blood mucous membrane, so he would feel heavy and heavy.
Like a conditioned reflex, he wanted to insert the palm of his suspected sluggishness into his pocket, take out Mr. K's fingers, and let the Aurora Angel, who is best at blood magic, fight against this strange blood mucous membrane.
"Don't respond." This time, it wasn't Lumian who remembered the reminder from Termiporos, but the angel of fate, who once again made a powerful voice.
Lumian controlled himself again, allowing his body to get heavier, and it became difficult to breathe. After a while, he felt the strange blood seeping through his skin, trying to get into his body.
They all seemed to have a life of their own, slowly but surely soaking into Lumian's body, submerging him bit by bit from the outside in.
Lumian felt that his brain had also been damaged accordingly, his thoughts were blurred a lot, and all kinds of thoughts inevitably turned violent.
He wanted to kill people, he wanted to burn the area, he wanted to set Trier on fire, he wanted to destroy the world.
"Fuck, Thermiporos didn't want to take this opportunity to deceive me, and wanted to use the strange power here to control me and achieve the goal of getting rid of the seal."
Lumian couldn't help but doubt the validity of Thermiporos' words "don't respond" and the real purpose of that angel of fate.
He planned to stop suppressing himself, and quickly resisted, looking for a chance to escape from the burned building.
While thinking about it, Lumian maintained his composure, and was going to wait a little longer to see what would happen.
His head was getting heavier, his thoughts were becoming more and more confused, there was a piercing cutting sound in his ears, and his body felt pain that seemed to come from afar, it was like someone put him into a semi-comatose In such a state, he took the opportunity to cut off his limbs and divide his body.
Suddenly, Lumian's mind was withdrawn, he seemed to be a spirit out of his body, and saw himself sitting by the window, covered in blood, his eyes were abnormally empty, and there was a scorched figure squatting in front of him.
Holding a **** ax, he kept chopping at his thigh, splitting the white bone into two pieces.
Uh, Lumian gradually realized something was wrong, he lowered his head consciously, and saw that his body was still in good condition.
He was still sitting next to the broken window, but what he saw was no longer the crumbling scorched wooden door, but the reflection of the surrounding area and himself being torn apart by the scorched figure.
Compared with the severed legs and the torn bones, Lumian was most impressed by his own pair of empty eyes.
After a short period of trance, the horrible and **** scene disappeared, and the broken wooden door was once again reflected in Lumian's eyes.
He really knew that it wasn't an illusion just now, because now he had a feeling that he was free from the water film, and all the pores on his body became comfortable.
What would have happened if I hadn't held back and responded? The horrific images I saw will come to reality, and the response is a mystical connection that makes those horrible encounters that are almost hallucinations really happen.
Lumi breathed out slowly with peace of mind, he raised his hand to hold his left chest, suppressed his voice, and said with a low laugh: "Termipolos, it's quite powerful, it's worthy of being an angel, even if it's sealed, It is easy to see the nature of the current anomaly."
Thermiporos' voice sounded, layer upon layer: "The anomaly here is slight."
"Is this still minor?" Lumian couldn't agree with it: "If you hadn't reminded me, don't respond, and I was firm enough, something happened just now, Gardner Martin, the sow raised, really wanted to kill me .”
Thermipolos responded with a grand voice: "I won't die, the abnormality just now will only transform you, causing you to have a shift in concept while keeping your personality traits, way of thinking, and self-awareness unchanged. , become fanatical about certain things, thereby rejecting some ideas.”
Lumian pondered this sentence, a little incomprehensible.
At this time, Termiporos added: "It's like you have been conquered, from body to mind."
Lumian suddenly realized, and lowered his voice and said, "Gardner Martin let me stay here overnight. He wanted to take advantage of the abnormality here to control me? Eliminate possible hidden dangers. No wonder he went to the Breeze Ballroom late at night. More thinking time."
"Did you realize your shallowness until now?" Termiporos confirmed Lumian's guess with these words.
Lumian cursed in a low voice, and said to himself: "Even if I succeed, I am controlled by the abnormality here, and it is not controlled by Gardner Martin. Isn't he afraid of problems? The abnormality here is related to the Iron Cross. , so he is not worried."
Thinking of this, Lumian frowned and asked Termipolos: "Since I have not been affected by the abnormality and have not been transformed, will Gardner Martin find out that I am wrong when I go out tomorrow morning?"
Thermipolos said in a majestic voice: "If this level of pollution could be seen so easily, Gardner Martin and his friends would have been cleared away by the official Beyonders long ago, unless the source of the pollution Provide information directly, otherwise they won't see that you are not contaminated."
Well, while Lumian was thinking about it, he suddenly discovered that there was a fact hidden in these two sentences of Thermiporos.
Gardner Martin and the Jagged Cross members around him have long suffered from similar pollution, and they are all controlled by people.
Hiss, the more Lumian thought about it, the more he felt that this was a little scary.
After a few seconds, he asked Termipolos again with the mentality of trying his best to squeeze the wool when he could: "After meeting Gardner Martin, where should I show fanaticism and which ones should I reject?" idea?"
"Crazy about war and turmoil, and repelling the belief in other gods." Thermipolos actually gave the answer.
Lumian nodded, and thought of another question: "With the intensity of the abnormality just now, people who have been here for a while should be polluted."
"Only two special ways will inevitably trigger the abnormality here. Others must do specific things at a specific time before they will be encountered. The official only recognizes the latter situation, only at a specific time, secretly Prevent others from entering this building."
Thermipolos replied with the same voice: "Two special paths: hunter and witch." Lumian can probably guess.
Termipoulos didn't deny it, Lumian went through the whole thing in his mind again, and finally said with a smile: "Termiporos, it seems that you have really recognized your situation and straightened your position. Location."
This time, Thermiporos didn't hear any more, and fell completely silent.
In the next few hours, Lumian encountered two more abnormalities, one with a broken neck, and one with an implosion in his body, and his internal organs were thrown everywhere.
Relying on the words "don't respond", he forcibly survived, and his thoughts returned to his real body, which was not hurt. Finally, a touch of reddish gold appeared on the horizon, and the sun gradually rose.
Lumian stood up slowly, bathed in the morning light for several seconds, and walked out of No. 13 Market Avenue step by step.
Then, he saw Gardner Martin sitting in the opposite carriage, and their eyes met.
The next second, Gardner Martin smiled, and Lumian also smiled.