A law enforcer wearing a black burqa was standing at the window, looking at the entrance and exit of the underground mausoleum that looked like a beast.
His eyes reflected Lumian's figure walking down the gray and white stone steps.
Somewhere in Morola, Albus Medici was also standing by the window, but what was reflected in his eyes was not the building more than ten meters away, but the cemetery and Lumian's figure that could not be seen from this street.
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"Are we going to start?" The descendant of the "Red Angel" laughed.
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Blindfolded, Lumian walked slowly and slowly in the darkness, following the marks on the map in his mind, approaching the head of the "Abscessed Hand" he sensed.
"This is the end. You need to turn left... It's really exactly the same as the example picture in the book..." Lumian stretched out his right hand without holding the carbide lamp and touched something cold and hard.
That should be the wall.
He then turned left, walked forward for a while, and then stopped.
He felt that the head of "Abscessed Hand" was two or three meters away to his right, and the surroundings were so quiet that there was no sound at all.
Lumian turned his body sideways and tried to reach out his right palm in that direction. What he touched was still the cold and hard wall.
"Behind the wall? Well, according to the example picture, there should be a room behind this, and the door has to be walked five meters forward..." Although Lumian can't see it, in this case, the importance of knowledge comes into play.
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He counted his steps and walked to where the door should be. He touched it and found that it was indeed a wooden board.
Lumian fumbled to find the handle, turned it gently, and pushed open the ajar door.
At the same time, he muttered in his heart:
"Albus can throw Broken Hand's head to this position with just a casual throw?
"Even an elastic ball shouldn't be able to bounce over it. Although it's not far from the entrance, there are two turns and the door is closed...
"The door was closed later?"
Lumian became increasingly vigilant and listened carefully to the movement behind the door.
There was no sound at all.
Slowly, he walked into the room, heading towards the corner where the special connection was extremely clear and the stench of decay continued to come out.
His right palm was inserted into the "traveler's bag", ready to draw out the "Sword of Courage" at any time, while his left hand holding the carbide lamp stretched forward and touched the head of the "abscessed hand".
The position of the head was relatively high. It was not placed on the ground as Lumian expected. It seemed to be placed on a shelf.
The next second, Lumian's fist touched something. It was slippery and wet, and it squirmed slightly.
Five cold, suspicious-looking fingers instantly came up and grasped Lumian's left fist.
Lumian's scalp felt numb.
Encountering something like this when invisible to the naked eye is doubly, no, four to five times more scary.
He has no way of knowing what this is!
He could only be sure that this was not the head of "Abscessed Hand", it was just a head!
For a moment, Lumian let his left fist ignite with a blazing flame.
His fist did not retreat but instead advanced, relying on a sudden and short acceleration, it made a crisp sound and struck between the five suspected fingers.
boom!
The violent explosion opened up the slippery and wet "fingers", and Lumian immediately used the black mark on his right shoulder, which was already in a semi-excited state, to flash behind what was suspected to be the head of the "Abscess Severed Hand".
"snort!"
Lumian let two rays of white light spray out from his nose.
He felt like he had hit the target.
He didn't care to wait for the other party to fall unconscious. His left fist holding the carbide lamp suddenly flew out with a blazing flame, and his right palm was ready to hold the "Sword of Courage" and draw it out at any time.
in the state.
Bang!
Lumian seemed to have hit a piece of dead but elastic wood, and he directly detonated the accumulated fire power.
Boom!
The violent wind and waves pushed the slippery and wet "wood" forward a certain distance.
Then, the thing stopped making any movement, and it didn't make any sound of plopping to the ground.
Lumian cautiously turned into a blazing flame spear and swished away in pursuit.
He felt that he had penetrated the withered trees filled with rust and flesh, and landed in front of the head of "Abscessed Hand" in the pungent smell that filled his nose.
During this process, he encountered no obstruction or substantial counterattack.
"Is this solved?" Lumian, who was completely invisible, felt a little nervous.
He kept his right palm in the "traveler's bag", held the handle of the carbide lamp in his mouth, stretched out his left hand, and reached diagonally upwards, always ready to activate the contracted ability of "spiritual world travel".
In the solidified atmosphere, Lumian felt the soft flesh with mucus and stench, and the greasy and disgusting clumps of "weeds".
"This should be Brother Broken Hand's hair...nothing else is wrong..." Lumian took courage and continued to touch it.
Soon, he touched what seemed to be a rotten neck and the "shoulder" with obvious wounds.
Shoulders... Although Lumian was mentally prepared, he was still shocked.
It can’t be that the head of the “Abscessed Hand” grew a body on its own, right?
After waiting for a few seconds and not waiting for a sudden attack, Lumian raised his left palm upwards, grasped the clumps of "weeds" that seemed to be hair, and pulled them towards him.
As he gradually exerted his strength, there was a reluctant "pop" sound in front of him, like pulling out a wine cork.
Lumian's center of gravity suddenly shook, and his strength seemed to fall into the void.
He ripped off the target's head!
Almost at the same time, Lumian's right palm inserted into the "Traveler's Bag" sensed that the two corpses of the "Abscess Severed Hand" were moving, but they were unable to break through the spatial barrier and could only squirm closer to each other.
, slowly pushing away the piles of debris.
"This is the head of Brother Broken Hand... Then who wanted to 'shake hands' with me just now?" Scenes flashed through Lumian's mind:
That is the head flying with its bloody spine, and that is the headless corpse chasing the head...
"There were also similar headless corpses in the underground mausoleum where '0-01' was sealed, and then one of them thought that the head of Brother Severed Hand was his own and placed it on his neck? No wonder Albus threw it away casually.
, Bro. Broken Hand's head 'ran' here..." Lumian quickly came up with a guess and thought this was both funny and terrifying.
If the combination of the headless corpse and the "abscessed hand" head is maintained for another half a year, something terrible might happen...
Lumian did not dare to put the head of the "Abscessed Hand" into the "Traveler's Bag", which would inevitably cause the body parts to gather, summoning the "Abscessed Hand" to complete the reorganization. Lumian wanted to meet Zhu
Do this after Leigh, Sallysette or Albus Vanak.
He used his left hand to hold the head of the "Abscessed Hand" and the carbide lamp used to show off at the same time, preparing to leave the room.
Suddenly, Lumian felt something and shrank his right shoulder.
He felt like something was trying to take a picture of him.
But when he dodged away, there was no abnormality around him and it was quiet.
Lumian's body surface suddenly ignited with blazing white flames, they expanded in a spherical shape and pushed out in all directions.
This only ignited the thing that originally housed the "Abscess Hand" head.
Without looking at anything, Lumian was not obsessed with figuring out what had just tried to tap him on the shoulder. He quickly determined his current position and the direction he was facing by recalling the previous battle.
Then, he walked steadily back to the door and walked out, acting as if he could see every detail here.
Finally getting the head of the "Abscessed Hand" made Lumian feel a little more confident. Based on the three-dimensional map formed in his mind, he walked towards the bottom floor of the underground mausoleum crowded with soldiers.
With layers of white bandages wrapped around his eyes, he sometimes turned right, sometimes moved forward, sometimes went down the stairs, and sometimes fumbled to open heavy or simple doors.
He did not forget to activate the brass talisman in ancient Hermetic language, studying with one ear and monitoring the surrounding movements with the other.
As he walked, Lumian suddenly condensed a ball of flame in his right palm and threw it sideways and forward, turning into a blazing straight sword.
It seemed like it had hit something, but it seemed like it was just an illusion.
Lumian did not maintain the flaming straight sword and let it go out, nor did he explore whether what he had just encountered was real or an overreaction caused by his high mental stress and loss of vision.
Although the knowledge he mastered was not explicitly stated, his previous experience allowed him to vaguely grasp one key point:
In the underground mausoleum, if you take something as true, it is likely to become true!
As long as it doesn't really endanger yourself, it's best to treat potential dangers as if they don't exist!
After walking up another flight of stairs, Lumian suddenly felt like he was being stared at.
At this moment, he had the urge to pull off the bandage on his face to see what was going on.
Snap, a drop of cold liquid fell on the back of his left hand.
It was a bit sticky, but Lumian didn't smell blood.
Pat, pat, pat, there were more and more cold "water droplets" and they became more and more urgent, like a shower.
Inside the mausoleum, which was twenty or thirty meters above the ground, a "shower" began.
What is going on here, what is the surrounding area like... The book only mentioned that there is a hall here, and you can reach the exit by walking straight ahead, but it did not give a specific layout diagram, nor did it say anything special about the hall...
Lumian endured the "rain" and took a step forward with his right foot under the gaze of countless eyes.
Boom!
The sound of drum beat suddenly sounded, as if it hit Lumian's heart, making him feel like spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Boom, boom, boom!
The drumbeats became clearer and louder and more intense.
Lumian also vaguely heard a thin, scratchy chuckle.