Chapter 89 Changing the way of thinking (asking for a monthly pass)
When, the silver-black short knife fell to the ground and bounced a few times.
Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to himself:
"Without the protection of the semi-stimulated black thorn symbol, this thing is a bomb......"
Fortunately, he already knew how to avoid the negative effects of this evil short knife.
Walking between the gray and white flesh and blood, Lumian lifted the black robe left by the "blacksmith" monster.
He tore off a lot of strips of cloth with a few stabbing sounds, wrapping them around his right hand, as if he was doing a complete bandage.
Then, Lumian grabbed the "Death Hunting Knife" with this hand.
The silver-black short knife did not react abnormally throughout the whole process.
Lumian, who was ready to throw away the things in his hand at any time, felt relieved and muttered in a low voice:
"I have to get it a scabbard so that I can carry it with me.
"Do you have to keep your left or right hand wrapped around the strap in the future, so that you don't have time to protect yourself when you want to draw your sword in an emergency?
"This thing is dangerous, strong is really strong, in addition to the short service life, crushing those extraordinary weapons mentioned by Aurore, well, many level 3 seals may not be as good as it."
Lumian said to himself as he wrapped the "Hunting Knife" layer by layer with the remaining black strips of cloth.
After wrapping three layers from top to bottom, he reliably inserted this evil short knife into his left belt.
After doing this, Lumian rubbed his temples, and despite his physical and mental exhaustion, he walked into the room where the "blacksmith" monster came out and searched carefully.
He found nothing except the stove with flames burning.
At this point, Lumian's exploration came to an end, and he was very cautious and careful on the way back.
No longer disturbed by fate, he successfully escaped from the ruins, passed through the barren fields, and entered his half-submerged two-story building.
He was in no hurry to go to bed, got out of here, put down the "life hunting knife", rested for a while, and when his spirit recovered to meet his needs, he danced the sometimes crazy and sometimes distorted absurd dance in the bedroom.
He wants to attract strange creatures in the surrounding area, let one of them possess him, and try to see what the negative effects are.
Sensing the fear and awe of the Black Thorn symbol of the Flame Monster, the Three-Faced Monster, and the "Hunting Knife", he was less afraid and fearful of letting something attach to him.
The pollution he originally had on his body was much more powerful than these!
Moreover, he was quite tired now, and he could fall asleep quickly, and at that time, even if the strange thing possessed by him was unwilling to leave or had a serious negative impact, he would recover after a day of rest in the real world.
"Is this what Aurore often calls 'cheating' and 'opening a cheat'?" Lumian jumped as such a thought flashed through his mind.
As the dance intensified, his spirituality gradually spread, combining with a certain force of nature that was being pried around him, radiating in all directions.
Gradually, Lumian, who seemed to merge with the surroundings, felt that something had entered the area.
Lifting his legs, stepping on his feet, turning around, he directly saw three more transparent figures on the glass window of the bedroom without turning on the "spiritual vision".
It is still a skinless monster, a shotgun monster and an mouthpiece monster.
It seems that my inspiration is not strong enough, or my status is too low, so I can only "summon" them...... Lumian didn't dislike it, pulled out the ceremonial silver dagger given to him by Aurore, and stabbed a wound on the back of his left hand.
A drop of bright red blood quickly oozed out, but did not spread around.
It condensed in place and was dyed with a strange color.
The three transparent figures outside the window suddenly became ready to move.
Lumian then used the ritual silver dagger to pick up the drop of solidified blood, accompanied by the last few dance movements, so that the tip of the knife was aimed at the mouthparts monster.
He was asking the other party to attach himself to him.
The monster with three black marks on its upper body opened its swirling mouthparts and seemed to hear Lumian's summons, but it did not make any further moves.
Yes, the windows were still closed, and the monsters in the dream ruins didn't dare to enter my house...... Lumian probably understood something, followed the rhythm of the dance, half-jumped, and landed next to the desk in front of the window.
He immediately stretched out his left hand, opened the closed glass window, and handed the blood-carrying ritual silver dagger outside the house.
Not only did the mouthparts monster not come to swallow the drop of blood, but followed the ritual silver dagger into Lumian's body, but retreated seven or eight meters amidst the whining wind, floating in mid-air, staring blankly at the continuation of the dance.
"Hey, come here!" Lumian, who had already danced to the last dance move, couldn't help but urge in a hurry.
The three blurred and transparent figures outside the house floated further away in unison, and when Lumian's dance stopped, they completely disappeared there.
"......" Lumian looked at this scene a little dumbfounded, not understanding why the mouthpiece monster was unwilling to possess him.
He thought carefully and made sure there were no mistakes in his dance and the process of stabbing blood.
"Could it be that it obsessively remembers that I killed it, so it doesn't want to attach itself to me?
"But the knowledge attached to the 'dancer' doesn't mention this, it stands to reason that it should be more desperate to possess me and take revenge on ......" Lumian fell into deep thought.
Thinking of the three-faced monster running away as soon as he saw him, he had a new guess:
"There is contamination from evil gods in my body, and there is a seal of great existence on my body.
This is a very rare situation, and it is normal that the occult knowledge corresponding to the "dancer" is not mentioned.
The more Lumian thought about it, the more he felt that this should be the reason, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became:
"You just watch me dance and don't want to possess me?
"What is this called? In Auror's words, prostitution for free!"
What makes Lumian lose is that in this way, before the "contractor", the ability of the "dancer" is equivalent to being abandoned, and there is no way to attract strange creatures to use certain characteristics or abilities of them.
He could only comfort himself that it was probably only the strange creatures in the ruins of the dream realm, after all, they were closely related to the owner of the black thorn symbol.
"I don't know what reality can attract, dare it attach to me......" Lumian muttered, walked to the bed, and lay down.
Glancing at the "Hunting Knife" placed on the cabinet next to him, wrapped in layers of black cloth, he instantly felt a lot better.
This is a very powerful and extraordinary weapon that can help him better explore the ruins of the dream world and unlock the secrets here, the only drawback is that it cannot be brought to the real world.
"I don't know if the mysterious lady can help get it out, just like she brought the magic potion and ritual materials to the ruins of the dream......
"But next time I explore the ruins of the dream realm, I will trouble her to bring back the 'Hunting Knife'......
"She is definitely unwilling to help so repeatedly, she shows obvious fear of trouble and likes to be lazy......"
With this thought, Lumian fell into a deep sleep.
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When Lumian woke up, the sky was extremely dark, and there was still a trace of the red of the setting sun in the distance of the mountain.
This scene made him uncontrollably depressed, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.
Adjusting his mood, Lumian left the room and went down to the first floor.
Aurore was busy making dinner there.
"Are your eyes okay?" Lumian used to help.
Aurore lifted her falling blonde hair behind her ears, turned her face sideways, and opened her eyes wide and said:
"It's almost over."
Lumian looked into her eyes and saw that there was nothing abnormal in her light blue eyes except for some bloodshots.
Aurore continued to fry the lamb chops and asked casually:
"What did you find in the dream ruins this time?"
Lumian started cutting the dish behind him and recounted his experience.
"That knife is really strong." Seeing that his brother was fine, Aurore restrained his concern and laughed, "If it were me, I would definitely not give it the name 'Life Hunter', it's too straightforward and doesn't have enough charm."
Lumian asked curiously:
"What will you take?"
Aurore smiled and said:
"I would call it 'Fallen Mercury'!"
"Okay, from now on, it's called 'Fallen Mercury'!" Lumian nodded immediately.
The name my sister chose must be used!
Aurore laughed suddenly:
"The name is actually not very good, but the time is too short to think of it.
"Well, the performance of those monsters further proves our speculation that the black thorn symbol on your chest, or the contamination in your body, is not simple, it can suppress something with a fairly high level and closely related to that hidden being.
"Maybe the key to the cycle is really in you."
"Hmm." Lumian nodded, "Now let's see what secrets are hidden in the dream ruins, and then, wait patiently for the twelfth night."
So far, they have investigated basically all the abnormalities, except for the tomb where the owl is located and has not been there.
It was very, very dangerous, Aurore didn't think that he and Lumian plus three more foreigners could face it, and the only hope was to invite Mrs. Puaris, but this lady obviously didn't intend to be troublesome, she just wanted to wait for that special time point to come.
Lumian didn't have any hope when he talked about the dance that attracted strange creatures was hindered by the two symbols on his body and could not succeed, and finally said:
"Sister, do you have any ideas to bypass this restriction?"
Aurore scooped up the lamb chops and thought for a moment:
"It seems that it is not possible to ask the 'god' to do it, why don't you try it, order?"
"Order?" Lumian's eyes lit up when he heard this.
Aurore nodded slightly:
"Since those strange creatures are afraid of the pollution in your body and the seal of that great being, then you will use their fear to directly order them to attach themselves to you, well, in ancient Hermes language."
"This is a ...... of thinking," Lumian understood what his sister meant by "fox fake tiger power".
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(End of this chapter)