Vaguely, Lumian saw bubbles popping out of the dark liquid that soaked most of the bloody devil's body, glowing with a brown-green color, like tree tumors.
The bubbles shattered in an instant, reflecting brilliant colors and blending into the dark liquid.
Lumian felt something was wrong for no reason, and wanted to close his eyes so as not to see these details, but in a dream, he could not control himself freely.
Deep in the dark liquid, there seemed to be a figure hiding. It was slightly raising its head and looking at the bloody devil.
On the body surface of this figure, wet tree tumors that were either brown, green or light brown stood out, reminding Lumian of Susanna Matisse, Susanna Matisse in the state of "Fallen Dryad"
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But the difference between the two is that Susanna Matisse's tree tumors, branches, leaves, and flowers grew out of her body and were integrated with the original body, while the tree tumors on the current figure are more like they grew out of flesh and blood.
Inside, from the internal organs, it was stabbed straight out, stained with blood, and displayed wantonly.
In the dream, Lumian subconsciously raised his right hand, wiped the corner of his eyes, and found that the back of his hand was bright red.
Blood flowed from his eyes at some point, and there was a blur of red in his vision.
In the blur, the overall outline of the figure emerged.
It seemed to grow on a giant brown-green tree, pierced by branches, eroded by tree burrs, covered with flowers and bones, and dripping with viscous liquid.
A strong burning sensation suddenly appeared in Lumian's chest, causing him to instinctively close his eyes in his sleep.
But this is still a step too slow.
Bang!
Lumian's eyes suddenly exploded, and severe pain flooded into his mind.
He finally woke up, curled up in pain, raised his hands and covered his eyes.
The tentacles were flat, sticky and moist, and the smell of blood was pervasive.
As an "ascetic monk" and someone who had experienced many severe injuries, it took Lumian several minutes to recover from the pain that could make him faint at any time.
He fumbled to sit up and opened his eyes naturally.
Darkness.
There is no crimson moonlight, nor the outlines of various furniture in the bedroom.
He couldn't see anything.
Lumian raised his hand again and touched his eye sockets very gently, and found that both eyeballs were "deflated" and obviously shattered.
"Did you see something you shouldn't have seen? Did your eyes explode?" Lumian laughed at himself.
Moreover, he saw it in his dream, and it was not what he wanted to see!
He thought about it briefly and felt that if Mr. Fool's seal on his body hadn't been activated in response or triggered by Termipolos, and he had closed his eyes in time, it might have been more than just his eyes that were blown up.
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Lumian wiped the tip of his nose, and as expected, he felt wet and smelled a fishy smell that smelled like rust.
He laughed softly and said in a good mood:
"Fortunately, the blood that flowed down should only be blood, not brain matter."
This is a blessing, a blessing to survive a disaster.
Compared to the tragic condition of his head, Lumian's body had almost no trauma, but he was just a little weak.
He held on to the edge of the bed and stood up. In a state where he could neither see nor smell, and was close to losing his sense of smell, relying on the "Hunter"'s grasp of every detail of the home environment and the existence of the map in his mind, he easily bypassed the chair and opened the door to the bedroom.
Door, entered the living room, knocked on the servants' room.
"Yes, what's the matter?" The startled Lugano, wearing a cotton shirt and underpants as pajamas, hurriedly opened the wooden door.
He was worried about encountering something as terrible as Father Monserrate again.
The next second, under the crimson moonlight, he saw Lumian's blood-stained face and his rather empty blood-colored eye sockets stuffed with broken fragments.
"What...what's wrong?" Lugano asked stutteringly.
Who made the employer look like this?
Who could beat him like this?
How about we "teleport" out of here first?
Lumian pointed to his eyes calmly:
"Treat it."
"Okay." Lugano answered subconsciously at first, and then said awkwardly, "The eyeball is like this. There is no way to cure it. We can only find another suitable transplant."
Lumian endured the pain and said calmly:
"No need, just stop the bleeding and relieve pain."
"Okay." Lugano did not dare to argue. He followed his employer's instructions and stretched out his left palm with a shimmering light.
With the contact of his palm and the simple operation of the scalpel, Lumian's eyes felt cool, and the pain was no longer as unbearable as before.
Of course, he still couldn't see it.
"You can continue to sleep." Lumian waved his hand, as if he had not lost his eyesight, put one hand in his pocket, stepped over the Tutan language textbook that Ludwig had left on the carpet, and walked slowly and slowly to the
Next to the easy chair, he lay down on it and rocked gently.
Lugano looked at it nervously for a while, then went back to bed, but couldn't fall asleep.
When the morning sun shone on the edge of the sea, the "doctor" suddenly got out of bed and decided to get a cup of coffee to refresh himself.
As soon as he left the room, he saw his employer moving his body, with bright green eyes and no trace of trauma.
"Are you okay?" Lugano was startled.
Lumian replied with a bright smile:
"yes."
"..." Lugano couldn't find the words for a moment.
What does the employer rely on to make the eyeball grow back?
What kind of monster is this...
As his doctor, my role is only to stop bleeding and relieve pain?
Lumian didn't pay attention to the servant's psychological changes. He returned to the master bedroom, opened the curtains, spread out the paper, and picked up a dark black absorbent pen.
"Still not cautious enough..." He sighed suddenly.
After choosing to accept the warning from the two devils with ice-blue eyes and preparing to leave Hunter Island with the "Berry", he thought there was no danger, so he did not rush to write to Ms. "Magician" and planned to observe the follow-up.
Wait until you are completely out of this port before doing it.
Who knew that I had such a terrifying and dangerous dream last night!
Lumian first suspected that a devil with ice-blue eyes suddenly entered a state of being unable to control himself and secretly exerted influence on him. Then he thought that he was using "Peeping Glasses" to see the blood-colored devil and concealed himself when he saw the dark liquid.
The earth was polluted, and it didn't completely explode until we fell asleep and entered a dream.
After gathering his thoughts, he wrote down what he saw and heard on Hunter Island into words, except that he replaced the name "Naboridisli" with the phrase "Love Spell".
At the end of the letter, Lumian wrote sincerely:
"Maybe I have met too many devils recently. I feel that the accumulated pollution is a bit too much, and I want to receive treatment."
Immediately afterwards, Lumian arranged the ceremony, summoned the "doll" messenger, and handed over the letter paper folded into squares.
The "doll" messenger stretched out his right hand to receive the letter, and at the same time covered his nose with his left palm and said:
"You stepped on the smelliest thing in the world!
“It stinks so much!
“So dirty, so dirty!”
After holding the letter between two fingers, the "doll" messenger quickly disappeared into the room.
Lumian waited for a while, but when Ms. "Magician" didn't reply immediately, he planned to go somewhere else to see if he could get some "treatment".
That was the cathedral of the Mother Earth Church in Hunter Harbor that he had visited yesterday.
In the early morning, before work begins, many believers listen to the sermon here.
The preacher was the clergyman with ice blue eyes who was in his prime from yesterday.
It interprets a certain doctrine in the holy scriptures and divergently talks about the origin of good and evil, inseparability, promotion of good and suppression of evil, etc.
Is it a little weird for a devil like you to say this? Lumian cursed, sat in the first row, and listened casually.
He soon felt that this church had strong vitality, with vegetation growing around it, mushrooms growing darkly, and the smell of wheat and milk making him feel peaceful.
Unconsciously, Lumian found that his life became more vigorous.
Each of the major righteous churches has its own merits... He sighed silently.
After five or six minutes, the cleric with ice-blue eyes finished his sermon and came to him, smiling gently and saying:
"Young people who are willing to follow advice will always have a bright future.
"Praise the earth, praise the mother of all things!"
Does this mean that I am "satisfied that I have stopped asking around, exploring the forest, and looking for people with ice-blue eyes since noon yesterday?" Lumian looked at the priest with ice-blue eyes and put away his raised hand.
He held up his hands, thought for a moment and said:
"But I had a horrible dream last night and almost died from it."
"What dream?" the clergyman with ice-blue eyes asked kindly.
"Bishop, what's your name?" Lumian asked without answering.
"Newman." The cleric with ice-blue eyes said his name in human society.
Lumian briefly talked about the bloody devil, the dark liquid, the blurry figure and the burrs on the branches in the dream, but did not say what kind of harm he suffered in the end.
After Bishop Newman listened quietly, he stared at Lumian for a few seconds and said:
"Would you like to listen to my sermon?"
"Okay." Lumian also wanted to hear what this ice-blue-eyed devil would say.
Newman opened the holy book in his arms and said in a magnetic voice:
“There are two abyss, one is material, with the entrance somewhere in the real world, and the other is spiritual, with the entrance deep in each of our hearts.
"These two abyss are sometimes separate, but often they are one.
"Good intentions and evil thoughts come from the same source. We will inevitably have evil thoughts such as jealousy, hatred, destruction, greed, harm, arrogance, etc. This is normal and not a sin.
“But if we kill out of jealousy, kill out of hatred, kill out of greed, and commit all kinds of sins out of arrogance, then our souls will gradually sink into the abyss of our hearts.
"When the time comes, I can only confess to my mother, just like I do now.
"Merciful mother, I have fallen into the abyss of evil..."
Lumi listened quietly and understood what Bishop Newman was saying:
I made a mistake because of my arrogance.
He had taken many risks before and never encountered any big problems, which made him underestimate the dangers hidden in high-level things.
He stood up and raised his hands:
"I see.
"Praise the earth, praise the mother of all things!"
Newman nodded with satisfaction.
Back on the Berry, Lumian saw the reply folded into squares.
The letter contained a spiritual world coordinate and a sentence:
"The matter on Hunter Island is over here. Find time to go here for treatment."