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Chapter 142 Catharsis

Chapter 639 Catharsis

In just ten seconds, the two Extraordinaries who were fighting realized that someone was watching, instinctively distanced themselves from each other, and turned their attention to Lumian.

Lumian, who was leaning against the alley wall, laughed and said:

"Fight, keep fighting, don't pay attention to me."

The young native, holding a heavy dagger and slightly opening his left palm, stared at Lumian, who had black hair and green eyes, outstanding appearance and wore a golden straw hat, his eyes full of wariness.

Who is this?

What does he want to do?

The short-haired man holding two special-shaped scalpels was equally vigilant.

He glanced at Lumian, then at the young native, then suddenly lowered his body and lowered his arms.

Black smoke with a strong sulfur smell instantly filled his surroundings, completely covering his figure.

The smile on Lumian's face did not diminish, and his right eyebrow slightly raised.

Seeing this, the young native ignored Lumian's reaction and pushed forward with his slightly open left hand. The shadow lingering in his palm suddenly expanded and turned into a twisted "dark cloud".

This "dark cloud" merged into the area filled with the strong smell of sulfur. In just a blink of an eye, the thick black smoke was sucked into the body, making the entire alley clear again, and allowing the red moon high in the sky to illuminate the place again.

But the man with short black hair, dark green eyes, and an expressionless face had disappeared.

Ran away? The young native was shocked, angry and annoyed.

While he was looking for clues, he subconsciously turned his head and looked at the place where Lumian was standing just now.

The wall there was empty and there was no sign of anyone.

When did he leave? Why didn't I notice it at all? The young native holding the heavy dagger was shocked and unsure whether to continue chasing the target.

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Bram, who successfully escaped from the alley with his spell-like ability, put away the two alien scalpels and walked on the dark roads without lights, constantly changing directions, trying to get rid of the imaginary stalker.

In the process, he also pried open the shoemaker's shop on the street, changed into a pair of leather shoes that didn't fit well, and dealt with the signs of burglary.

After making three large circles in a row, Bram returned to the alley where he fought before and entered a house in a nearby neighborhood.

This is a simple apartment built with dark stone and brown trees.

Bram opened his own room, walked in, and closed the wooden door with his backhand.

It was only then that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he took out a transparent glass bottle from the gray cloth bag hanging on his waist. The bottle contained an almost colorless liquid with a hint of dark red. There was a blood-colored, plump-lined lip in the liquid.

His lips were slightly open, seeming to contain intense pain and panic.

Bram stared at the glass bottle in his hand as if he were appreciating a work of art.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze, walked to the side of the room, and opened the cabinet standing there.

There are seven or eight similar glass bottles placed in the cabinet. Each glass bottle has a lip, which is dull in color and has different lines, either slightly tilted or pouted.

Bram placed the newly acquired trophies in a blank space and drew an evil symbol on it with sticky blood-colored paint.

After doing this, his fingers rubbed different lips through the glass bottles, just like appreciating every outstanding work at an art exhibition.

"How perverted."

Suddenly, a mocking sigh echoed in Bram's ears.

He suddenly turned his body sideways and looked at the place where the sound came from, and found that on the armchair placed next to the table, a man with the top two buttons of a white shirt unbuttoned, wearing a golden straw hat, had been sitting for some time.

A young man with black hair and green eyes.

he?

Bram's pupils dilated rapidly as he recognized the man who suddenly appeared in his room:

The person who just watched me fight with the member of the "Spiritual Religion"!

When did he follow?

How did he lock my whereabouts without me even noticing...

Lumian smiled and kindly answered the other person's questions:

"No one told you that the preservative smell in that glass bottle was really obvious?

"Besides, there was a bit of blood smell when you killed people."

Bram's heart tightened:

"Are you a 'Hunter'?"

While speaking, he moved slowly and quietly.

"You know a lot." Lumian maintained the same sitting position, "Then why do you cut off your lips, soak them in preservatives, and wear them with you? This is not a qualified 'serial killer', I understand.

, you have the desire and need to collect trophies, is this not only to satisfy yourself, but also the material for a certain ceremony? Haha, desire harms people, the 'cold-blooded' are just calm and cold-blooded, but they will still make mistakes calmly, betting that they can do it

Not being caught in details that aren’t rigorous enough.”

When he saw this perverted murderer creating thick black smoke with the smell of sulfur, Lumian roughly knew that he was a Sequence 7 "serial killer" of the "criminal" path.

It was mentioned in the book "Demonology" in New Silver City that after "criminals" reach the Sequence 8 "Cold-Blooded", also known as "Broken-Winged Angels", their bodies will have some inhuman characteristics and gain two or three demonic realms.

Spell-like abilities vary from person to person, and different people have different gains. Some are poisonous fire, some are "harmful words," and "creating black smoke" is one of them.

Based on the target's performance during the battle, Lumian basically determined that he only had Sequence 7 and was just a "serial killer".

Hearing Lumian's ridicule and sarcasm, Bram's forehead jumped.

He kept calm, moved little by little, and whispered:

"Are you just looking for me to chat?

"What exactly do you want from me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the "serial killer" was surrounded by thick black smoke with a strong sulfur smell.

Covered by the thick black smoke, Bram's eyes darkened and he used his other spell-like ability in the demonic realm.

His body changed color like a chameleon, almost matching the color of the spreading smoke.

Then, he moved quickly and arrived at the door silently, opened the door and jumped out.

Bram's eyes were dazzled, and he saw the thick black smoke that was still spreading, and saw the green-eyed man sitting on the armchair looking at him with a smile.

He returned to the room again.

Compared with the previous state, there was only one difference. He changed from facing the door to facing away from the door.

"Bottle of Fiction"!

After Lumian sneaked into the room, the first thing he did was not to pose, but to construct an "imaginary bottle" that extraordinary people could not pass through the exit!

Bram was not affected by the sudden surge of frustration and annoyance. In the thick black smoke that disturbed his vision, he threw himself to the side, rolled to the edge of the bed, and took out a six-barreled machine gun from the bottom.

He raised the machine gun, aimed at Lumian, and pulled the trigger.

With a clicking sound, Lumian's figure disappeared into the armchair, and the furniture there was torn apart by the storm formed by metal bullets.

Gone? As soon as Bram had this thought, he instinctively raised his head and saw a man wearing a golden straw hat falling from the ceiling to his head, surrounded by a large number of red and nearly white flame crows.

Swish, swish, the fire crows got ahead of Lumian and pounced on Bram one after another.

Bram had no time to escape the encirclement, so he could only throw away the six-barreled machine gun, trying to curl up and roll under the bed to avoid the explosion.

But those red and nearly white fire crows dissipated on their own, and Lumian landed in front of him with his feet on the ground. He put on the gray-white lightning-shaped brooch and said with a smile:

"Didn't you just ask me what I wanted to do?

"What I want to do is simple:

"It's been too long since I've vented. I'm in urgent need of a human-shaped sandbag."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lumian punched out and hit Bram who was shrinking his body.

Bram subconsciously raised his right arm and blocked it.

With the banging sound, a silver-white electric light jumped from Lumian's fist into Bram's arm and spread to all parts of his body.

Bram trembled, and even though his body had undergone inhuman changes, he also became temporarily paralyzed.

Lumian followed up with another fist, hitting the side of Bram's face directly.

Bang!

This "serial killer"'s head was beaten crookedly, and several teeth flew out, mixed with blood.

Silvery white lightning burst out again, traveling around Bram's head.

Bang bang bang, Lumian fired his bow left and right, and punched in a chain, making Bram seem to be caught in the wind and rain of a thunderstorm. Not to mention counterattack, even parrying was hit by electric shocks, making it difficult to succeed.

Bang bang bang!

Lumian's expression was cold, and he punched Bram one after another on the face, chest, arms and top of the head, causing the chest of this "criminal" Beyonder to be dented, the ribs to be broken, the face to be swollen, and the skull to be folded inward.

, the upper body was covered with burnt marks.

After a severe beating, Lumian clenched his fists and raised his arms.

He hit Bram hard on the left shoulder.

Bang!

Bram's left shoulder collapsed completely.

He fell to the ground, no longer human, and his breath was extremely weak.

"Isn't this going to work? It doesn't matter. I can ask my servant to treat you and then continue." Lumian smiled and stopped.

In Bram's eyes, this is a standard devil's laugh.

Without waiting for Bram to respond in fear, Lumian took off the "Wrath of the Sea" brooch, put it back into the "Traveler's Bag", and asked in a very gentle tone:

"Tell me, which family are you from?"

Bram's body has begun to dehumanize, and his constitution is relatively strong. In addition, Lumian did not attack his vital points and even deliberately avoided it. At this time, he was not close to coma and could still think to a certain extent.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind, and the picture in his mind finally settled on Lumian's smile just now.

After a brief silence, Bram replied weakly:

"I am a member of the Andre Ladd family."

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