Franka first subconsciously blurted out the most accustomed modal particles, then raised her right hand, crossed her index finger, and wiped it towards the tip of her nose.
With this touch, a large area of bright red immediately appeared. Just seeing it made people feel shocked and frightened.
Franka immediately snorted.
In her nasal cavity, the blood on the surface of her fingers and on the ground simultaneously ignited black flames, which quickly disappeared.
Seeing Lumian looking at her, the blood was stopped by the fire. Franka, who was a little twisted in pain, insisted on teaching that you can't let your blood stay in this unknown place, otherwise it may be dangerous.
"Hey, are you okay?"
From Franka's point of view, she is better than Charles in terms of order and experience. It doesn't make sense, she is affected, but he is fine!
"Maybe it's okay for the time being." After a simple and perfunctory sentence, Lumian speculated thoughtfully, "Maybe it's because the black figure we met just now is the old you, not the old me. "So why?
Did you meet the old me, not the old you? Franca looked at Lumian suspiciously.
This guy doesn’t have any secrets, does he?
Lumian thought for a while and said, "Maybe this space has a closer relationship with witches.
"It's possible..." Franka fell into deep thought.
A few seconds later, she pointed to the footprints and blood drops on the ground and said, "Let's rush over and take a look. The current situation of those people can predict our future, so we can prepare in advance."
Lumian gave the answer with his actions. He walked towards the dark depths that swallowed the footprints and blood drops.
The blue-yellow light of the carbide lamp quietly resists the erosion of the rich and deep black surrounding it.
The closer the two of them tracked, the more obvious the anomaly became.
Lumian's nose also began to drip warm blood, while Franka's eyes, gums, skin, ears, etc. were all oozing red liquid.
Relying on the black flames she created, neither of them left a drop of blood.
Finally, they returned to the auxiliary well, where the footprints of the smuggling caravan and the increasingly thick drops of blood suddenly stopped.
No traces were left of either the tunnel entering the auxiliary shaft or the roads leading to other areas.
"They evaporated again?" A few black flames appeared on Franka's face and she frowned.
Lumian, whose nose was sealed by black flames, took a breath and said with a smile, "This may be the end of us. When the blood flow reaches a certain level, the body will gradually evaporate."
Are you in a good mood? Franka glanced at Lumian, who was neither impatient nor angry, and praised him.
She smiled and said, "What if something goes wrong?" Too much negative emotion will only affect my thinking. ""Sometimes, I think you are more mature than me." Franka said with emotion.
"Did you just find out?" Of course Lumian would not say that he was so uncertain. On the one hand, he was really thinking about the problem seriously, and on the other hand, he also had confidence.
Compared with the closely connected Kordu Village, at least there are no too terrifying forces here!
Moreover, he didn't need to use his brain too much and came up with several plans to escape from this space. One was to risk using "Peeping Glasses" to look at this place from different angles and find the exit. The other was to throw Mr.'s finger out and see.
Can it be used to establish contact with gentlemen outside and open channels? The third is to try to summon the messenger of Ms. "Hela" or Ms. "Magician".
If successful, it means that this place is not isolated from the spirit world. The two women should have a way to force him and Franka out.
Fourth, after the above three methods fail, set up an altar and pray to the "Mysterious Master Above the Gray Mist". There is no way to cut off his sight, let alone here?
You can also arrange a ritual to pray for "gifts", activating the black thorn charm on the chest, so that the pollution of the evil god can be sealed to improve the personality, thereby interfering with the operation of this space and causing loopholes in it.
When you have so many untried methods, and when you believe that escaping from this space is a high probability, then you can be as calm and mature as me... Lumian - while cursing - is a little confused.
He feels free
I seem to have forgotten something, but I just can't remember it for the moment.
Franka took out the pale gold makeup box, opened it, and placed it on the ground.
Her figure quickly faded and disappeared without a trace. The water in the palm-sized mirror of the makeup box swayed, reflecting Franka's figure.
It’s really amazing... Lumian sighed after seeing this.
Franka glanced left and right in the mirror, jumped for a few seconds, and disappeared again.
Her body was repainted on Lumian's body opposite. She shook her head and said, "You can't get out with a mirror..."
Before Lumian could react, the "Witch" tried several more methods, but all failed without exception.
Finally, she touched the mirror in her makeup box and asked about her spirituality.
——In a place like this, she doesn't dare to do "magic mirror divination" for the time being, for fear of being contacted by something dangerous and terrifying.
"The way to leave here... the way to leave here." After Franka repeated the divination sentence several times to Hermes, the mirror turned pitch black, as if it had sunk into the lake at night.
The sparkling water ripples, reflecting a figure.
It was Lumian wearing a wide-brimmed round hat, a white shirt, a brown jacket, and dark trousers, with black flames burning quietly in his nostrils.
"Uh" Franka suddenly turned around and looked at her companions.
She frowned slightly and said, "Use your glasses to find the exit?"
Is it too dangerous?
Congratulations on finally finding the easiest one to think of among my five methods... Lumian thought for a while and said, "This is no longer the real underground of Trier, and it doesn't seem to be directly connected to the ruins of the Quaternary Age.
With good protection, even if there is a certain danger, you should be able to withstand it."
"Protect" Franka repeated the word and said with a smile, "I'm very good at this!"
With a right hand touch, the black flame on Lumian's nose was extinguished instantly.
After a few seconds, a drop of bright red liquid slipped down and was caught by Franka's open white palm.
Then, Franka created a new black flame and sealed Lumian's nostrils again.
The pain caused by the slight burning was within the tolerance of "Dervish" Lumian, and he asked rather vigilantly, "Curse, what are you doing with my blood?"
Franca chuckled and said, "I want to kill you." Why bother? I will make you a mirror substitute to help you avoid the danger of wearing glasses. "As she said that, she took out a palm-sized mirror and wiped it on
Infused with Lumian's blood.
Bringing so many mirrors? One of the cores of the "Witch" spell is a mirror? Lumian looked at Franka's busy look with some understanding and some envy.
At this time, Franca turned her head and said to him, "Give me two more hairs."
Lumian took out two and handed them over without hesitation.
Black flames burst out from Franka's hands, burning the two golden-black hairs to ashes.
She sprinkled ashes on the mirror, then touched the surface of the mirror with her black flaming palm, muttering a silent spell.
When those black flames suddenly retracted into the mirror, all the blood and ash disappeared...
"Don't be more than three meters away from me." Franka warned while holding the seemingly ordinary mirror.
Lumian nodded and took out the spyglass from his pocket.
He immediately put the brown gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, without leaving his right hand, still pinching his temples, ready to take them off at any time.
Almost at the same time, Lumian saw a large number of pictures. Faces were hidden in the darkness, pale and ferocious, and full of blood; floating in the shadows was a group of jet-black hair, which seemed to be composed of tens of thousands of human hair.
, extending to different places; there are lingering figures, the rock wall is sparkling, pitch black, and difficult to see through. There is a puddle that is almost like a pond, and there is a huge, swollen, pale body hidden under the dark water.
Face, looking from the inside out;
There is a sparkling cave...
Light...cave...Lumian moment
With a certain intuition, I forced my already dizzy brain to focus on the most peripheral pictures.
The cave filled with light expanded rapidly, and a lighted tunnel was vaguely visible outside.
As the cave got closer and closer, Lumian discovered that the scene reflected in the mirror was hard and difficult to touch.
And the mirror is sinking to the bottom of the lightless pool.
Suddenly, the huge, bloated, pale face quickly grew in size in front of Lumian's eyes, filling his field of vision.
Lumian's vision went dark and he almost lost consciousness.
Vaguely, he saw the flesh and blood on his body, trying to break free from the skeleton.
Snap!
Lumian heard the crisp cracking sound, and his mind suddenly became clear.
He quickly took off his "peeping glasses" and retched.
After he adjusted his status, Franka asked you with concern, "Are you okay?" The mirror in her hand shattered into countless pieces and fell to the ground.
Lumian exhaled and said it's okay now...
He then pointed in a direction, "A hundred meters in front of the tunnel, there is a large puddle. A mirror is dented, reflecting a cave, and the cave is connected to a lighted road." There is a very strange thing hidden inside.
Dangerous monster. That puddle, I almost died when I saw its face." After Franka listened quietly, she said to herself in confusion and annoyance, "Fuck, this is really the same as a "witch"