The green brilliance turned into a ray. As soon as it ran out, it fell on the old man's chest and disappeared into the loose black robe. Like the sunshine, no one could dodge.
The expression of the old man who was seven or eight years younger suddenly became distorted, and every inch of exposed skin on his body showed signs of melting.
His breath weakened rapidly.
Almost at the same time, a vigorous and substantial life force burst out from his body. Under the melted and peeled skin, the flesh and blood squirmed, resisting the distortion.
The black-robed old man's eyes suddenly darkened, and his whole person suddenly faded and disappeared.
Then, on the armchair next to the dining table, a blurry face stood out, blending with the brown wood, and it was about to become clear.
At this moment, fire rain fell from the ceiling covered with red flames, pouring on the armchair, and quickly ignited it.
Before the brown face was fully formed, he had to shrink back when faced with the blazing flames.
Then, Lumian could no longer see or sense the presence of the old man in black robe.
He had just looked around half a circle when Lugano, who was lying on the dining table, sat up and jumped down, looking at him blankly, looking like a wandering zombie.
Lumian chuckled, raised his right hand, and pointed at Lugano.
Along with this movement, bright dots appeared in his eyes, like stars descending from the sky.
Lugano suddenly came to a void night sky, with stars twinkling above, below, left, and behind.
He stood there blankly, with no follow-up actions, like a machine that had lost its energy and operator.
Lumian took care of his servants and looked around again.
But what was reflected in his eyes were flowing, burning red flames, and there was no trace of the old man in black robe just now.
Lumian's expression did not change at all. The five fingers of his right hand were spread out and clenched into a fist.
His body suddenly became heavy, and the surrounding flames seemed to be attracted by magnets, rushing towards him like a river rushing towards the sea.
The bottles and jars in the room, the organs from different parts, and all the lighter weight things all flew up and flew towards Lumian.
On the surface of the wooden coat rack near the door, the transparent figure of the old man in black robe protruded, and was pulled by invisible force out of his hiding place.
He struggled hard, but he couldn't resist the tendency to move closer to Lumian, just like the wood caught in the flood or the thin leaves flying in the strong wind.
Lumian's left hand had already been raised, and with the help of heavy suction, the red-to-white flame in his palm quickly turned white into a small ball.
The layers of compressed blazing white fireballs were launched, and the heavy and terrifying suction force disappeared.
Bang, the old man in black robe finally stepped on the floor, but his vision was completely occupied by the blazing white fireball.
Boom!
The blazing white fireball exploded on the extraordinary person who was performing evil surgeries and strange rituals. The sound of the explosion spread into the distance, but was blocked by the darkness bending around the room and could not penetrate.
In such a violent explosion, no one on the ship heard the sound or sensed any abnormality.
Boom!
The body of the old man in black robes was torn to pieces by the horrific explosion. A large number of body parts were instantly blackened or stained with open flames, and were thrown to every corner of the living room and dining room.
With "Psychic" and Ludwig at his back, Lumian fully enjoyed the authority of the "Governor of the Sea" and the almost demigod-level power it brought, without caring about what the enemy would become.
.
It's so cool. Is this a demigod? Even if it's just a false demigod... Unfortunately, after six o'clock and until dawn, there will be no more... Lumian sighed while turning his gaze to the corpses that were still burning.
He glanced at it and found that the black-robed old man's flesh and blood was burned into coke or ashes faster than he imagined, just like condensed frost encountering the impact of magma caused by a volcanic eruption.
Just a few seconds later, only the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, intestines, stomach and other internal organs were left in the room, as well as a gray-white, semi-charred brain.
This... Even if Lumian thinks with his feet, he can find that the situation is a bit unusual:
Except for the brain, the remaining remains of the enemy are actually internal organs.
And the evil surgery he just completed was to remove other people's internal organs and make them look like normal people and continue to live!
At the same time, the strange ritual he performed was to use the entire set of internal organs to try to piece together the body of the so-called Son of God!
These are all internal organs, and it’s hard not to associate them with Lumian.
"This guy wouldn't have had his own internal organs cut off, and then rely on other people's internal organs to maintain his life, and become an extraordinary person? What is this called, human alchemy? If it is true, who cut it off?
His internal organs?" Lumian muttered something silently.
The stars in his eyes quickly faded, and Lugano returned to the real world.
Lumian raised his right hand from a distance of four to five meters and shook it slightly.
Snap!
Lugano was slapped in the air by an invisible hand.
He was excited, and his eyes gradually got rid of the emptiness.
The first thing Lugano saw was the falling red flames. They extinguished quickly without igniting anything.
Then, charred corpses, scattered internal organs, a glass jar filled with light amber liquid and the organs soaked in it appeared in his sight.
Am I still awake... is this a scary dream? As soon as Lugano had this thought, the image of his employer, Louis Berry, with black hair and green eyes, reflected in his eyes.
Raised by a bitch, the dream is even more terrifying! Lugano shuddered and asked subconsciously with a bit of flattery:
"What happened?"
Lumian asked thoughtfully:
"What did you dream about just now?"
What dream did you have? Lugano confirmed his current sobriety and recalled:
"I dreamed about what happened when I was a child. My mother stood at the door and asked me to go home for dinner. She also sang nursery rhymes from her hometown...
"She has been dead for almost ten years. I miss her so much that I keep walking to the door, but I can't get there..."
At this point, Lugano suddenly realized that this was not the suite where he and others were staying, and he was horrified and said:
"What happened?"
Lumian smiled and said:
"You sleep until midnight and suddenly sleepwalk. When you get here, there is an old guy who plans to perform an operation on you, remove your kidneys, and slowly turn you into a patient like Ennio."
The more Lugano listened, the more frightened he became. Before, he was wondering how a guy like Ennio, who had lost most of his internal organs, could still be alive, but only became weak. He almost turned into a similar person just now!
"Hiss..." He took a breath and asked tremblingly, "Where is that old guy?"
"That's all that's left." Lumian pointed to the internal organs and gray-white half-burnt brains on the ground.
Without giving Lugano a chance to express his feelings, he instead ordered:
"Go and bring Ludwig here."
Calculating the time, it’s almost time to have that midnight meal.
Lugano hurried out of the suite, feeling very lucky that he had chosen to follow Lumian to the Southern Continent.
Otherwise, if he encounters similar things elsewhere, no one can save him!
——Lugano felt that this matter had nothing to do with Lumian and was purely caused by himself. If it were Trier, he might also encounter a strange patient who had lost his internal organs.
Lumian looked at his back, raised his right hand, and rubbed his chin:
"Just by hearing the cry of a baby caused by a failed ritual, the Extraordinary of the 'cultivator' path will be affected after falling asleep, acting in a sleepwalking state, and accepting corresponding orders?
"Isn't this too exaggerated? This is an absolute suppression of the 'cultivator' path...
"If that ritual succeeds and the Son of God is truly born, I can still understand a similar phenomenon. It is still a product of failure, so it is so strong?
"Even if the scope is limited, it's still terrifying... Is there a key reason for this that I don't know about?
"In addition, only the Extraordinaries of the 'Plower' or 'Sowder' path can hear the cry of the Son of God? Well, will the 'Medicine' path, which is interchangeable with the 'Tiller' path, also be able to hear it?"
While Lumian was thinking a lot, Lugano led Ludwig into the suite.
Facing this rather bloody scene, Ludwig held his mouth, yawned and said:
"Where's the food?"
Lumian did not make a request immediately, but turned to Lugano:
"You go to the door and guard it."
There was something about drinking blood in front of him. Lugano could vaguely guess what would happen. He didn't dare to face it directly. After hearing Lumian's instructions, he breathed a sigh of relief, ran quickly, came to the corridor, and closed the door behind his back.
A vermilion door.
Lumian then pointed to the internal organs on the ground and said:
"Do you want me to help you bake it?"
Ludwig glanced sideways at Lumian:
"Don't you find it difficult to resist?
"This is all human entrails."
Lumian laughed:
"In my eyes, this is equal to the entrails of a monster."
Then, he showed a self-deprecating expression:
"Furthermore, wouldn't it be equivalent to cannibalism if an Extraordinary person directly uses Extraordinary characteristics to be promoted?"
Without saying anything more, Ludwig took a few steps sideways, squatted down, picked up the old man's heart, stuffed it into his mouth, and started chewing it.
The still bright red blood slowly dripped down from the corner of his mouth.
Lumian pulled up a chair and sat down, waiting patiently for Ludwig to finish eating and digest.
After seven or eight minutes, Ludwig took out the white handkerchief from his coat pocket, wiped his mouth and said:
"These internal organs belong to different people, some are extraordinary people, some are ordinary people, some are old people, some are young people...
"There are traces of being refined from the human body, and the breath of life is mixed and not pure enough...
"It will be controlled and influenced by the refiner...
"The person who was refined didn't know that he had suffered this.
"He has a complete memory and a recall of the past, which is something that ordinary human beings cannot achieve.
"He followed Ennio on the ship and wanted to remove the remaining organs and complete the ritual before the enemy arrived at his destination..."
Ludwig used a straightforward tone to talk about the knowledge and memories he had absorbed.
PS: Everyone should know that Yuewen just held its annual meeting and went to Singapore. I just got home yesterday. Hey, running back and forth was only supported by depositing manuscripts, so I didn’t stop updating. Thank you for depositing manuscripts, but it is now
There's only one left. I'm not used to writing and posting without revising, and I'm really tired. I need to slow down for a few days. Well, if there is a monthly ticket to add updates this month, then I will put it on Saturday or Sunday. Tomorrow is the normal time.
The update will not be made in advance, and it cannot be made in advance. This means that the second chapter is being written and published now. Thank you all.