Chapter 213: Residual Influence (Thanks to Hui Chen for rewarding the Silver Alliance)
Chapter 711 The Residual Influence (Thanks to Hui Chen for rewarding the Silver Alliance)
Is this the normal mirror world? Lumian looked at the dark, illusory and unreal roads around him, like a mosquito caught in a complex spider web, and felt a sense of fear for no reason, as if the depths of this strange place were at any time.
A huge, twisted, pitch-black spider will crawl out, dragging himself and Franka into the dark bottom that represents destruction.
"Every illusory road is connected to a mirror?" Franka's voice suddenly sounded in Lumian's ears. The distance was very close and her breath could be heard.
At the same time, Lumian smelled a sweet fragrance with a bit of warmth, his blood vessels dilated inexplicably, and he relaxed a little both physically and mentally.
Franka didn't know when she was next to him, looking around with twinkling eyes.
Lumian nodded lightly:
"That's the theory."
"No!" Franka denied herself, "It may also be connected to some mysterious alien space."
"Yeah..." Lumian remembered what he had learned about the mirror world before.
He exhaled and took a step forward:
"I think the connection in that situation should also be a mirror, one that belongs to those mysterious alien spaces."
Without waiting for Franka to respond, he pointed to the dark and illusory road ahead:
"Without mastering the coordinate rules and positioning methods of the mirror world, it should be very dangerous to travel here rashly. If you are lucky, you may just go to the wrong mirror and have to return to the real world. If you are not lucky,
, you will arrive at the mirror that represents a dangerous place. When you go out, you will have to face terrible enemies, the ones with the worst luck..."
At this point, Lumian paused.
Franka squeezed to his side again and asked in a soft voice:
"What will happen to the one with the worst luck?"
"Yes, I will disappear forever in this mirror world. No one will be seen alive, and no body will be found if dead." Lumi calmed down and tried to take a step forward.
Suddenly, he felt as if the dark, unreal and unreal road had turned into a huge whirlpool, pulling him down and falling into it.
Franka also had a similar feeling and received a strong spiritual warning.
The two of them took a step back at the same time, breaking away from the attraction of the terrifying vortex.
"It's really dangerous." Franka sighed, "Even if you just approach these illusory roads without thinking about going deeper, you will be forced to fall into the unknown mirror. At this time, you may have to rely on the strength of the 'winners'
Luck, I hope the destination is not too bad, uh, your ability to magnify destiny or promote destiny should also be useful."
Lumian nodded:
"I originally thought that there is a close connection between the mirror world and the spiritual world, and that 'teleportation' can also be used here, but now it seems that the connection is there, but it is not enough to support me in 'teleportation'. It's not that I can't travel, but it's too
It's dangerous, almost 100% lost.
"Without mastering the abilities related to the mirror world, unless a high-ranking 'witch' or a high-ranking 'apprentice' provides help, I do not recommend using this place to ambush Moran Avni."
Seeing Franka nod thoughtfully, Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and deliberately smiled in a teasing tone:
"Have you recovered?"
"Ah?" Franka was stunned at first, and then became angry, "What can I do? When you use rituals to pray to the original for help, you will inevitably be affected to a certain extent. Sometimes you will be tempted, and sometimes you will feel pain.
, sometimes I feel depressed, as if I have a temporary mental illness, sometimes I feel stiff for a period of time, as if I have turned into a stone statue..."
After becoming a formal member of the Witch Cult, the "Black Witch" still taught Franka a lot of occult knowledge, especially about praying to the "Original Witch".
Regarding similar things, "The Black Witch" said:
As the host of the ceremony, the ceremony itself will provide a certain degree of protection, and the degree of influence from the original spillover is very low. When the ceremony is over, just endure it for ten or twenty seconds. The only thing that needs to be noted is that the desire comes from the original spillover.
The normal reaction after being charmed will subside relatively slowly. However, any witch who doesn't have many lovers doesn't need to worry too much about this matter.
The more Franka spoke, the more plausibly she became, even a little aggrieved:
"That's the True God. How can I withstand the influence of the True God?
"If I were not the host of the ceremony, I would have been unable to control myself long ago and my bestiality would have been unleashed."
Speaking of animalistic outbursts, Franka amused herself.
——When she arrived in the mirror world, she always used the word "original" to refer to the "original witch" to avoid blasphemy.
Lumian thought for a moment and said:
"Praying to other true gods will not cause similar things, unless someone is blasphemous at the scene."
"Who said the original state was not right?" Franka had already thought about the reason, "Don't think that you can endure it just because you are an 'ascetic monk'. If you were present at that time, you were not the host of the ceremony, hehe.
, then I can see your bestiality."
Having said this, she looked Lumian up and down, raised the corners of her lips, and smiled softly:
"You're not unresponsive. Are you afraid that you won't be able to bear it anymore, so you deliberately exposed my state and made things awkward?"
Unconsciously, Franka's breathing became heavier again.
Lumian said "ha":
"When I arrived, the residual influence of the scene had not completely subsided, and there was still a strange fragrance permeating the air. That was the True God. How could I be able to withstand the influence of the True God?"
He repeated Franka's words.
"Really? Just because of the influence of the residual smell?" Franka's blue eyes narrowed dangerously, as if he was provoked.
The water in her eyes reappeared, sparkling like fragments of sunlight.
Lumian exhaled, took a step sideways, and grabbed Franka's upper arm:
"I'll take you back first, Jenna is waiting for you."
"You're going back now?" Franka asked in surprise, "You're not going to explore the mirror world anymore, and think about ways you can use this place?"
"I have a solution." Lumian pulled Franka who was leaning closer and escaped from the dark world where the illusory tunnel was like a spider web.
After returning to the quarry hollow, Franka, whose attention was diverted, asked:
"What can I do?"
While trying to stimulate the black mark on his right shoulder, Lumian replied expressionlessly:
"Contract ability."
He plans to find a supernatural creature with the ability to travel through the mirror world to sign a contract and obtain the corresponding characteristics!
Anyway, he hasn't decided which three abilities he wants to contract this time, and this can be one of them.
"Yes, contract ability..." Franka was delighted.
She immediately discovered that Lumian was still staying in the same place, and with understanding, she leaned into his ear and smiled softly:
"Aren't you going to 'teleport'? Why haven't you left yet? Is it because your 'spiritual world travel' activation is so slow in the first place, or are you enduring something?"
As soon as Franka finished speaking, the two figures disappeared into the dark quarry cavity.
…………
In the evening, inside the apartment Lumian rented.
The nearly one meter long Fürth fire fish was placed on the dining table. Ludwig took a child's knife and destroyed the brown and hard fish skin from the weak points, cutting the white and tender fish meat inside into pieces.
Another slice.
Lumian glanced at Franka, who had put on a light-colored hunting suit, and found that the "Witch of Joy" had evasive eyes, full of embarrassment.
She seemed to be wailing:
"Kill me!
"It's so embarrassing, I can't live anymore!"
Lumian, who was a little embarrassed at first, smiled.
He mouthed to Franka:
"The time of wise men is so great."
Although Franka didn't know how to read lips, she still felt Lumian's ridicule.
Pleasure is harmful!
Pleasure is harmful!
Regardless of whether you are male, female, or both, when your brain is filled with happy thoughts, you will always do various behaviors that make you socially dead!
What a shame!
I don't live anymore!
At this moment, Franka wished that a gap would open in the ground so she could hide in.
Anthony, who was sitting quietly at the dining table, glanced at Lumian, then at Franca, and then looked away.
Finally, Ludwig removed the parts that were inconvenient for human consumption and filled up enough fish for three soup pots.
Franka sealed one of the pots with ice and put it in her "traveler's bag" for future use. Ludwig pushed the other one to Lugano and spoke in a child's tone.
road:
“Can I have fillet and clam chowder tonight?”
"Okay." Lugano agreed quickly.
He tried hard not to let his eyes wander to the two witches, Franka and Jenna, feeling that this was disrespectful to his boss.
In his opinion, these two witches should both be lovers of the boss.
He secretly admired:
As expected of a boss, he actually has a witch as his lover, and there are two of them!
At the beginning, there was only one Emperor Russell.
After pouring a large amount of lemon juice into the fish fillets in the soup pot, Ludwig pushed them to Lumian.
His meaning was very clear, now he needed the blood of Sequence Extraordinaries in the "Hunter" path.
"How much?" Lumian asked.
"Just stir them up." Ludwig said as if this was the minimum requirement.
Seeing this, Jian Na frowned and asked:
“How much does each person need to eat to get that permanent effect?”
Ludwig replied innocently:
"Different physiques, different sequences, and different required amounts will only be clear after you actually eat them."
Lumian raised his eyebrows and put all the remaining Gardner Martin blood into the soup pot.
Seeing that it was still a little short, he made a cut on his hand with a ceremonial silver dagger and dripped twenty or thirty milliliters of blood into it.
Ludwig looked expectantly.
"Aren't you worried about pollution?" Lumian asked with a sneer.
Ludwig shook his head:
"The current amount is small enough."
Franka tried her best to act normal and said funnyly:
"To talk about toxicity regardless of dose is just a hooliganism."
"Yes." Ludwig agreed with Franka's words and stirred the fish fillets in the soup pot with a spoon.
The drops of blood that seemed to be burning were gradually absorbed into the tender white fish meat, and the fish meat slowly began to burn.
"Put ice cubes." Ludwig hoped to Franka and Jenna.
The two witches stood up at the same time and reached out to the soup pot.
Drops of white frost condensed out and fell like rain, significantly alleviating the tendency of the fish to become burnt until it stopped.
Ludwig jumped off the chair, ran into the kitchen, brought a few silver dinner plates, and gave everyone seven or eight slices of "ice lemon fish fillets."
"Is this enough?" Jenna asked with a surprised smile.
"If it's not enough, you can add two or three more slices." Ludwig replied sincerely.
Jenna instinctively wanted to say the usual words, but after seeing the appearance of Ludwig's child, she endured it.
She pointed to the dinner plates she was waiting for and said:
"You only need to eat so many fish fillets, but you need so much blood from Lumian?
"Why don't you cook a little and leave most of the pot for tomorrow?"
Ludwig hugged the soup pot in front of him and shouted:
"mine!"
"..." Jenna suddenly felt like a witch snatching candy from children.
Sure enough, he was pretending to be self-serving... Lumian looked at Ludwig and shook his head in a funny way:
"Only when it comes to eating do you still have some brains."
After saying that, Lumian swept all the "ice lemon fish fillets" on his plate into his mouth.
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