Chapter 87 Negative Impact (please vote for me at the beginning of the month)
"How is that possible?" Jian Na was surprised and stunned, but also had strong doubts.
She remembered that at the end of the occult gathering just now, the participants were separated and there were many routes to choose from. The two of them were careful not to leave any traces, so how could they be followed?
Seeing that Jenna controlled the urge to look back, Franka walked forward as if nothing had happened and whispered in a casual voice:
"Who knows? Maybe a participant happened to choose this route and found someone in front of him and wanted to follow him to see if there was a chance to make a windfall. Maybe someone had special abilities and used some kind of method that we didn't expect.
The way followed.
"Go forward and pretend nothing happened. It will be safe when you return to the arcade underground.
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"If the stalker launches an attack before this, you should immediately throw away the carbide lamp in your hand and hide in the surrounding shadows. You can then decide how to participate in the battle depending on the situation."
Jian Na nodded slightly and said she would do it.
Her left palm holding the carbide lamp unconsciously tightened a little.
After the two of them walked a hundred or two hundred meters along the dark and damp tunnel, Franka slowed down, turned her head, looked behind her, and muttered to herself in confusion: "The stalker is gone."
"It may also be possible to use some way to bypass the spider thread I left..."
As soon as she finished speaking, in the darkness ahead, from the edge of the light illuminated by the carbide lamp, a figure walked out.
Jian Na reacted very quickly, immediately dropped the carbide lamp she was holding in her left hand, and hid in the shadows on the side.
Franka relied on her "mirror stand-in" and didn't rush to avoid it. She turned her attention to the stalker who was walking around in front.
It was a man dressed as a wizard, with a hood covering his face.
That client!
He looked at Franka and said in a deliberately sharp voice:
"I want to make a deal with you."
Behind the "Christina Night Pillar", Lumian held a new white candle, reflecting the dim light of the fire, and followed behind "Hela" along the mottled stone steps that seemed to lead to the real hell.
Layers move into the depths of darkness.
The rock walls on both sides slowly receded, revealing what looked like real reliefs of human heads. They were dark gray and densely packed together, just like the countless skeletons stacked close together in the upper tomb.
Just after walking up all the stone steps and setting foot on the extremely silent fourth floor of the catacombs, Lumian suddenly became violent, as if he had been locked in a prison and had lost his personal freedom for a long time, trying to escape by any means possible.
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He has felt this way before, it was the negative impact from the "Armor Shadow" contract, but it has never been as strong as now!
It's like his spirit was imprisoned by his body and he finally recognized the truth.
His spirit wants to blow up this "cage", blow up this world, blow up everything, and gain true freedom!
Huh... Lumian exhaled slowly, calming down his mental state a lot.
Even without the gift of "Mendicant Monk", he asked himself whether he could withstand such abnormal emotions, but with the power of "Mendicant Monk", he could control it more easily.
"According to Ms. Justice, the higher the sequence, the more madness has accumulated, and the easier it is to be affected by the hidden pollution on the fourth floor of the catacombs... I am in this situation now, just because the sequence is not high, and I am affected by It's very weak, so it can be tolerated and controlled?" Lumian quickly made a guess about the current situation, instinctively raised his head, and cast his gaze at "Hela" diagonally ahead.
The opponent's neck is quite slender, and most of it is hidden in the collar of the widow's outfit, making it very suitable for pinching in the middle.
...
As soon as such an idea crossed his mind, Lumian quickly shook his head and pushed the negative impact from the "Abscessed Hand" contract to the back of his mind.
At the same time, he saw that "Hela"'s face became paler, looking more and more like a corpse that had been dead for many days rather than a living human being.
The next second, "Hela" took out a military flask, unscrewed the lid, and Gulu drank.
Lumian sniffed and smelled the strong aroma of wine.
He muttered silently:
It should be strong alcohol... According to Ms. "Hela"'s drinking method, will she be like those drunkards in Fusac who carry many wine bottles with her?
After drinking a third of the bottle of distilled spirits in one go, "Hela"'s face turned a little rosy and asked: "Which way should we go?"
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"Inside an ancient tomb in the far west." Lumian said frankly without hiding any more, "Currently we only know the general range, and I'm not sure which one it is."
"Hela" nodded slightly and turned his gaze to the top of the tomb.
A thick black line is drawn there, with arrows extending in all directions, pointing to different locations.
Based on the road signs near the entrance, Lumian roughly knew which route to take to the west.
But he still took out the compass he had prepared in advance, intending to make a confirmation.
As soon as the portable instrument was placed under the dim light of a white candle, the pointer kept jumping, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, completely irregularly and unable to stop.
"It's crazy." Lumian used jokes to calm down his controlled temper.
"It can only be found by combining road signs and black lines." "Hela" seemed to have expected it.
Lumian sighed, looked at the still-beating compass, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "It doesn't stop, can it be used as a perpetual motion machine?"
"Hela" glanced at him: "Aren't you a believer in the 'Eternal Blazing Sun'?"
Lumian replied sincerely: "For the time being."
"Hela" did not continue this topic, and took steps forward to the right according to the street signs next to it and the black line above its head.
"Marian Night Pillar" and "Lius Night Pillar" are both on this floor, as well as Francois' Tomb, Scarlet Monastery Hall, Crazy Mushroom Cave... Well, the style of this name is completely different from the others. Ah." Lumian murmured, looking away from the street sign.
The most obvious difference between the fourth floor of the tomb and the three floors above is that the bones of the deceased are no longer stacked on both sides of the road. It looks much spacious and cleaner, but it also highlights the quietness of death.
And those ancient tombs have closed entrances, making it impossible to see at a glance what is hidden inside.
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"Hela" said without looking back: "A symptom of your mental abnormality is that you talk more and nag more?"
"That's not true, it's just that talking helps relieve my anger." Lumian didn't hide it.
The two stopped and walked, constantly adjusting their direction based on the street signs and black lines.
When passing by the semi-natural tomb named "Convent Hall" with a hint of blood in the outer layer of the soil, Lumian's gaze that kept sizing up the surroundings suddenly caught sight of a person.
It was a woman, wearing a simple white robe, with smooth black hair. Her facial features were extremely delicate and perfectly matched, and her temperament was so holy that she seemed not to belong to such a dead and filthy tomb.
Although Lumian often saw the "Happy Witch", he still felt a strong sense of surprise, and even had a sinful impulse to ravage her.
This is not only the negative impact of "torture" gloves, but also comes from the dark thoughts deep in his heart.
What made Lumian regain his consciousness was that the other party's crystal blue eyes were cold and lifeless, and his hands were empty, not holding a lit white candle!
In the catacombs, living people will disappear without the protection of the firelight of white candles!
As Lumian's body tensed up, the woman turned into the surrounding darkness, was blocked by the outer wall of the "Scarlet Monastery Hall", and disappeared.
"What are you looking at?" "Hela" said in a cold voice.
"Didn't you see it?" Lumian described the scene he witnessed in detail.
"Hela" was silent for a few seconds and said: "I really didn't see it, although I set my sights there as soon as you stopped moving forward."
"Only I can see it? Or, only let me see it?" Lumian was not sure whether it was the influence of Thermipolos, or the reason for his sequence or gender.
"Hela" thought for a moment and said:
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"Don't pay attention to this kind of thing. There are special resentful spirits deep in the catacombs. It's normal for evil spirits to wander around. But the catacombs themselves are equivalent to a very strong seal. If you don't violate the rules and trigger abnormalities, you won't encounter them.
dangerous."
Lumian nodded: "I was wondering just now. Ordinary tourists and adventurous college students will definitely not be able to get here through the third level of tombs, so why do they need to get the black guide lines and accurate road signs? Who are they for?
of?"
"The official Beyonders who come here regularly to clean up and the tomb administrators who are responsible for patrolling every day." "Hela" answered while taking another step.
She then simply reminded: "According to your description, the female figure you just saw looks like a high-ranking witch."
Lumian was shocked: "Isn't it the remnant spirit of the 'Disaster Witch' Crismena?"
"I'm not sure." "Hela" took out the military flask, and Gulu took another sip.
Lumian looked at it casually, and his eyelids suddenly twitched.
He saw a purple-red patch on the back of "Hela"'s right hand.
That wasn't there originally.
It's like the body spots of a deceased person!
Is this the impact of the pollution on the fourth level of the tomb? Is Ms. "Hela" relying on strong alcohol to fight against it? Lumian continues to make excuses.
In a nagging state, he and "Hela" walked through multiple unmarked ancient tombs and arrived at the westernmost area of this level.
There are dozens or hundreds of ancient tombs scattered on the edge of the rock wall here, and Lumian can't see the end of them at a glance.
He was about to ask "Hela" if there was any way to speed up the search for the target, when he suddenly heard a knocking sound coming from a nearby ancient tomb.
Amid such movement, and under the alert gazes of "Hela" and Lumian, more of the damaged stone walls of the tomb chamber collapsed, forming a black hole for humans to enter and exit.
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A figure walked out from there with a bent back.
Lumian, who was extremely nervous, wanted to blast it with a "huge fireball", but he still resisted the urge and planned to observe it first.
The man who climbed out of the ancient tomb took a lit white candle, patted the dust on his clothes, and slowly straightened up.
He wears a black robe like a fortune teller in the circus. He has brown skin, a slim build, slightly curly black hair, dark eyes, and a crystal-like monocle in his right eye. He looks like Moni, the liar from the Islands.
special.
Monit smiled at Lumian and "Hela": "What a coincidence!"