"Zhen!"
Franka first subconsciously blurted out the most familiar tone particle, then raised her right hand, crossed her index finger, and wiped it towards her nose.
This touch immediately appeared a large area of bright red, just seeing it shocked and frightened people's hearts.
Franka immediately snorted.
The blood in her nose, on the surface of her fingers, and on the ground ignited black flames at the same time, and quickly disappeared.
Seeing Lumian looking at himself and stopping the bleeding by burning, Franka, who was a little distorted by the pain, insisted on teaching:
"You can't leave your blood in such an unknown place, otherwise unimaginable horrors are likely to happen.
"Hey, why are you okay?"
In Franka's opinion, he is stronger than Ciel in terms of sequence and experience, and it makes no sense that he has been affected, but he has nothing to do!
"Maybe it's okay for the time being." After Lumian said a simple perfunctory sentence, he speculated thoughtfully, "Maybe it's because the black shadow we met just now is the former you, not the previous me."
"So, why did you meet the former me instead of the previous you?" Franka looked at Lumian suspiciously.
This guy doesn't have any secrets hidden, right?
Lumian thought for a moment and said:
"Maybe this space is more closely related to the 'witch'."
"It's possible......" Franka fell into deep thought.
After a few seconds, she pointed to the footprints and blood droplets on the ground and said:
"Let's catch up and see if the current situation of those people can show us the future and allow us to prepare in advance."
Lumian gave the answer with his actions, and he walked towards the dark depths that engulfed the footprints and drops of blood.
The yellow and blue light of the calcium carbide lamp quietly resisted the erosion of rich and deep darkness around him.
The more the two tracked, the more obvious the abnormality on their bodies became, Lumian's nose began to drip with warm blood, and Franca's eyes, gums, skin, ears and other places were oozing red liquid.
Relying on the black flames she created, the two of them did not leave a drop of blood.
Finally, they "returned" to the side of the auxiliary well, and the footprints of the smuggling caravan and the gradually dense drops of blood suddenly broke here.
Whether it is the tunnel into the auxiliary well or the road to other areas, there is no trace left.
"Did they evaporate again?" Franka, who had a few black flames floating on his face, frowned.
Lumian, whose nose was sealed by the black flame, took a breath and said with a smile:
"This may be our end, when the blood flows to a certain extent, the body will gradually evaporate."
"Do you have a good mentality?" Franka glanced at Lumian, who was not impatient, anxious, or angry, and praised.
Lumian laughed:
"What can I do if it's not good?
"Too negative emotions will only affect my thinking."
"Sometimes, I think you are more mature than me." Franka sighed.
"Did you just find out?" Of course, Lumian would not say that he was so calm, on the one hand, he was indeed seriously thinking about the problem, and on the other hand, he was confident.
Compared to the village of Kordu, which was trapped in a loop, at least there was no terrifying power here!
Moreover, he didn't need to use his brain too much to come up with several ways to get out of this space:
One is to take the risk of using "peephole glasses" to look at this place from different angles and find the exit;
the second is to throw out Mr. K's finger to see if it can establish contact with Mr. K in the outside world and open a channel;
The third is to try to summon the messenger of Ms. "Hela" or Ms. "Magician", if it can be successful, it means that there is no separation from the spiritual world here, and the two ladies should have a way to forcibly pull him and Franka out;
Fourth, after all three of the above methods failed, set up an altar and pray to the "Mysterious Lord Above the Gray Mist", that great being will definitely not be limited by such a strange space, and even the cycle of fate brought by the evil god cannot isolate his gaze, let alone here?
Fifth, if the great being does not respond, you can also arrange a ritual to pray for "gifts" to stimulate the black thorn symbol on the chest, so that the sealed evil god can pollute and bring about the improvement of personality, so as to interfere with the operation of this space and make it appear loopholes.
When you have so many methods that you haven't tried yet, and when you believe that leaving this space is a high probability, you can also be as calm and mature as I am...... Lumian was a little puzzled while scolding.
He felt as if he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
Franka took out the pale golden makeup box, opened it, and placed it on the ground.
Her body quickly faded and quickly disappeared.
The water in the palm-sized mirror of the makeup box shook, highlighting Franka's figure.
"It's amazing......" Lumian, who saw this scene, sighed with emotion.
Franka glanced left and right in the mirror, looked at it for a few seconds, and disappeared there.
Her body was re-outlined opposite Lumian, and she shook her head and said:
"I can't get out of the mirror......"
Without waiting for Lumian to respond, the "witch" tried several more methods, but without exception, they failed.
Finally, she stroked the mirror in her makeup box and asked about her spirituality.
——In such a place, she did not dare to do "magic mirror divination" for the time being, for fear of connecting to something dangerous and terrifying.
"The way out of here...... The way out of here......" After Franka repeated the divination sentence several times in Hermitage, the mirror surface became dark, as if sinking into a lake at night.
The sparkling water swayed, reflecting a figure.
It was Lumian wearing a wide-brimmed round hat, a white shirt, a brown jacket and dark trousers, and black flames burning quietly on his nose.
"Uh......" Franka turned abruptly and looked at his companion next to him.
She frowned slightly and said:
"Rely on those glasses to find the exit?
"Isn't it too dangerous?"
Congratulations on finally discovering the easiest one of my five methods...... Lumian said after consideration:
"This is no longer the real Trier underground, and it doesn't seem to be directly connected to the ruins of the Quaternary Age, as long as it is well protected, even if there is a certain danger, it should be able to withstand it."
"Protect ......" Franka repeated the word and smiled, "I'm very good at this!"
She wiped her right hand, causing the black flame on Lumian's nose to go out instantly.
After a few seconds, a drop of bright red liquid slid down and was caught by Franka's spread white palm.
Then, Franka created a new black flame that sealed Lumian's nostrils again.
The pain from the slight burn was bearable for the "dervishe" Lumian, and he asked quite vigilantly:
"What are you doing with my blood, curse?"
Franka smiled:
"Why bother me if I want to kill you?
"Make you a mirror stand-in to help you block the dangers caused by using those glasses."
As she spoke, she took out a mirror less than the size of a palm and smeared Lumian's blood on it.
Carry so many mirrors on your body? One of the core of the "witch" spell is a mirror? Lumian looked at Franka busy with some enlightenment and a little envy.
At this time, Franka turned his head to the side and said to him:
"Give me two more hairs."
Lumian did not hesitate, pulled out two and handed them over.
A black flame emerged from Franka's hand, burning the two golden and black hairs to ashes.
She sprinkled the ashes on the mirror, then stroked the surface back and forth with her black flame palm, reciting inaudible incantations from her mouth.
When those black flames suddenly shrank into the mirror, all the traces of blood and the ashes of the hair were gone.
"Don't leave me more than thirty meters." Franka took the seemingly normal mirror and advised.
Lumian nodded and took out the "secret glasses" from his pocket.
He immediately put the brown gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, but his right hand did not leave, still pinching his temples, ready to take them off at any time.
Almost at the same time, Lumian saw a large number of pictures:
There are faces hidden in the darkness, pale and fierce, full of blood;
There was a dark strand floating in the shadows, which seemed to be made up of hundreds or thousands of people's hair, extending to different places;
There are lingering figures, rock walls shimmering with water, and thick pitch blackness that is difficult to see;
There was a puddle almost like a pond, and under the dull surface was a huge, puffy, pale face that was looking out from the inside;
There was a cave with a shimmering light......
Radiance...... Cave...... Lumian instantly had a certain intuition, forcing his brain, which had already experienced obvious vertigo, to focus his attention on the picture at the very edge.
The cave filled with light quickly enlarged, and a illuminated tunnel could be vaguely seen outside.
As the cave approached, Lumian discovered that it was just a mirror reflection of a scene, with a hard surface that was difficult to reach.
And the mirror was sinking to the bottom of the dull pool.
Suddenly, the huge, puffy, pale face rapidly enlarged in front of Lumian's eyes, occupying his vision.
Lumian's eyes darkened and he almost lost consciousness.
Vaguely, he "saw" that the flesh and blood on his body were trying to break away from the skeleton.
Syllable!
Lumian heard the crisp sound of breaking, and his mind cleared.
He quickly took off his "secret glasses" and retched.
When he adjusted his condition, Franka asked with concern:
"Is it okay?"
The mirror in her hand had broken into countless pieces at some point, scattered on the ground.
Lumian exhaled and said:
"It's okay now."
He then pointed in a direction:
"More than a hundred meters forward from that tunnel, there is a large puddle, and at the bottom of the puddle is a mirror that reflects a cave, and that cave connects to the road with light.
"There is also a very dangerous monster hidden in the puddle, I just saw its face clearly, and I almost died."
After listening quietly, Franka muttered to herself in confusion and annoyance:
"TMD, this place is not really related to 'witches', right?"
(End of this chapter)