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Chapter 217 'Accusation'

Chapter 715 "Accusation"

Lumian, who was wearing a wide-brimmed round hat and a black woolen coat, stood on the side of Moran Avni's villa, looking at the garden with few dead leaves, and said to Franka:

"Please keep your distance later."

As he spoke, Lumian's eyes turned silver-black again, observing the tributaries of fate that corresponded to Franka's future.

The tributary dyed lightly black has nothing to do with the subsequent infiltration. In other words, judging from the current situation, the infiltration into Moran Avni's villa left a "mirror mark" on the surface of the full-length mirror in his study.

, no higher risk of death.

Of course, Lumian did not dare to be careless because of this. After using the "Eye of Disaster" many times, he discovered that there was currently only one black tributary of destiny, which did not mean that there was only one hidden disaster of death.

In Franka's words, many "death calamities" are hidden further back in the tributaries of destiny. They are still very blurry and cannot be seen or distinguished by Lumian.

In other words, although there is currently only one branch of fate that breaks into Moran Avni's villa, it is dyed faintly black, but when Franka makes a choice and tries to sneak in, the originally harmless branch of fate becomes the main trunk.

Among the tributaries of fate that subsequently branched off, there may still be one dyed black, symbolizing disasters related to death.

Lumian’s truest understanding of this is:

There are various possibilities and changes in the future destiny.

Of course, there are also some parts that are destined to remain unchanged. For example, for the vast majority of human beings, death is destined to come.

"Don't worry, I'm not a rookie." Franka is definitely experienced in the matter of infiltration.

Assassin Lesson One: Infiltrate!

Lumian said no more, retracted his gaze, activated the mark, transformed himself into a shadow creature, and blended into the shadows brought by the plants in the garden.

Franka took a step forward and also disappeared beside the shadow swaying in the wind.

The two quickly sneaked to the side of the villa.

At this time, Moran Avni was attending a ministerial meeting, and his wife took her maid to an art salon. There were only a few male servants, maids, gardeners and chefs left in the villa.

No one from the Avni family lives here. Only the direct family members of the Minister of Industry can live in the villa provided by the government for a long time. Moran Avni's three children have either married and moved out, or they are still commemorating

I go to the university in the parish and won’t come back until the weekend.

For Lumian and Franca, this is the time when the security of the target location is the weakest. After all, the most important person is Moran Avni, and the secret protective force will definitely leave with him.

Lumian grew out of the shadow in the corner and said to Franka:

"Just wait here and be prepared for the unexpected."

"Okay!" Franca didn't protest or argue.

Lumian stared at the fateful branch of the "Witch of Joy" for a few more seconds, transformed into a shadow creature again, and silently entered Moran Avni's villa.

He cannot see his future destiny, not even with the help of a mirror. He can only judge his own by observing those of his companions.

Franca hid in the shadows and waited patiently.

Not long after, Lumian arrived at Moran Avni's study as easily and directly as if he were returning to his own home. During his several observations, Moran Avni always used the full-length mirror here to enter the mirror world.

of.

As for why he is so familiar with the environment, it is because "007" provided a detailed security map.

The sunlight is already quite dim at around four o'clock in the winter afternoon. There is a mixture of light and dark in the study, and the feeling of dusk is quite strong. Quietness has been the melody here for a long time.

Lumian carefully and carefully walked around the shadows in the study, but did not find any traps or anyone hiding.

Only then did he turn back into a human being, escape from the shadows, and appear in front of the full-length mirror.

Following the activation of the black mark, Lumian reached out his right palm and pressed it against the cold, hard glass mirror.

A bloody handprint suddenly appeared there, but it was upside down and reversed with Lumian's right palm, as if it came from another person.

The upside-down, evil-colored palm prints quickly faded, blended into the mirror, and disappeared.

Lumian was about to retract his right palm and leave here when a hand suddenly stretched out from the full-length mirror and held his wrist.

The hand was a healthy white color, and the fingers were slender and strong.

It pulled hard, and Lumian was caught off guard and was dragged into the glass mirror.

I don't know when the place became void and had no entity. Lumian's eyes dimmed and then lit up, and he saw a large number of dark passages in the form of spider webs.

In the area corresponding to the current mirror, a man of average height and unremarkable appearance stood on the edge, raised the brass revolver, aimed at Lumian, and pulled the trigger.

He was wearing a dark woolen formal suit, a half-high silk top hat, and a glass-like button on his cuffs. He had a faint smile on his face, as if he was mocking Lumian for not considering Moran.

There is a possibility that Pooh's bodyguard is hidden in the mirror.

Bang!

A bullet flashing with green light shot out and rushed towards Lumian.

Lumian's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and the bullet hit the afterimage left by him and flew into one of the dark and empty tunnels.

The next second, Lumian's figure quickly appeared behind the ambusher, and he made a "hum" sound without hesitation.

Two white lights spurted out from his nose and fell on the ambusher.

The ambusher closed his eyes, passed out, and fell to the ground.

He had just fallen halfway, his eyes moved quickly, and he suddenly woke up.

Plop! He fell to the ground, "falling" his body into a shadow.

The shadow split into multiple pieces and wandered in all directions, entering different dark tunnels.

Immediately afterwards, the ambusher appeared covertly in a certain void passage, his body shadowy, as if shrouded in pale white mist.

Lumian's figure was reflected in his eyes that were also filled with mist. Before Lumian could sense it and look sideways, he said in some strange language that could leverage the power of nature:

"You are guilty!"

Lumian had never been exposed to this language, but he clearly understood its meaning. His body suddenly froze, as if it was under invisible restrictions.

The ambusher opened his mouth again:

"You are blasphemous!"

Suddenly, the entire mirror world froze, and those dark, ethereal passages all turned into little bugs in amber.

Lumian once again heard the terrifying sound that seemed to come from infinite distance.

Vaguely, he "saw" three figures.

The three figures were all sitting cross-legged, one facing the left, one looking straight ahead, and one looking to the right, with their hands in different postures.

One of them is thick, one is real, and the other is illusory. They are in three different states, and they are constantly moving, changing, and exchanging around the center of the silver circle.

The majestic sound echoed, and Lumian's mind was buzzing and he lost his thoughts.

In a blur of clear and vague pain, the confused Lumian felt a familiar burning sensation coming from his left chest, while the palm of his right hand was sometimes hot and sometimes cold.

He used this to regain his sense of self little by little.

In a dark and solidified tunnel, the ambushers saw silvery-white and black tumors erupting from Lumian's body one after another, with evil patterns made of viscous liquid emerging, and the surroundings didn't know when they were blowing up.

Due to the cold and strange wind, in the depths of different tunnels, darkness squirmed, as if some monster was about to crawl out.

The ambusher became stiff due to this, his body became less and less real, and a thin white mist loomed inside.

After an unknown amount of time, the man finally survived the most dangerous moment, regained consciousness of his own body, and regained his vision and hearing.

Looking at Lumian whose tumors and patterns had faded away, the ambusher instinctively and fearfully ran through several thoughts:

"How did he commit blasphemy?

"Which god is being blasphemed?

"Why didn't you just lose control?

"I've never been in this situation before!"

The ambusher has an extraordinary ability that allows him to see what crimes the target has committed, and then "accuse" him with different crimes. Different degrees of crime will cause completely different harm and impact, which is something the accuser cannot do in advance.

As expected, we can only make certain guesses based on our own experience from the previous "cases".

This is the first time that an ambusher has encountered a situation where a sinner was punished by the gods for blasphemy, and the spillover effects were almost unbearable!

Fortunately, he recovered earlier than his target.

The ambusher once again raised the brass-colored revolver and aimed it at Lumian, who was bent over and in pain.

Just when he pulled the trigger, Lumian suddenly raised his head, his expression twisted and his eyes fierce.

Bang!

A bullet shining with starlight flew out of the muzzle and locked onto the target's body.

Almost at the same time, Lumian's shadow came to life and flipped upwards.

Wow!

The black shadow was broken like a mirror, and along with the starlight, it sunk inward and was completely annihilated.

After disappearing briefly, Lumian's figure was outlined behind the ambusher, and he made another "hum" sound.

Just now, he used the ability of "Shadow Activation" in time, and the shadow triggered the "Mirror Stand" from Franka!

This is why Lumian asked Franka to sneak in and stay outside the villa together - relying on the "mirror double" requires keeping a certain distance.

It turns out that his shadow can also share a "mirror double"!

Two white lights spurted out, causing the ambusher to close his eyes again.

This time, Lumian did not give the enemy a chance to wake up quickly. He stretched his right foot forward and blocked the opponent from falling directly.

At the same time, he pulled out his revolver and put it against the target's forehead.

The ambusher's eyes rolled, he woke up, and felt the terrifying pressure created by the gun's muzzle.

He put on a smile, handed out his revolver, and whispered:

"Here's this for you, please let me go, okay?"

Lumian's thoughts changed, he took the revolver, nodded and said:

"good."

He immediately withdrew his pistol.

The ambusher kept a humble and flattering smile, turned around, and walked towards the depths of the dark tunnel.

Suddenly, Lumian heard the majestic voice of Thermipolos:

"You'd better not let him go."

Uh... Lumian's eyes narrowed and he instantly noticed something unusual.

Why did I agree to that deal just now?

Why should I let him go?

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