Seeing the two people in the light and shadow outside, Fake Ef was startled at first, then raised his right hand, pointed at Lumian, and asked loudly:
"Who are you? Why are you impersonating me?"
While accusing, he accelerated his progress, pulled his body out of the dug passage and jumped to the ground.
Faced with this situation, as usual, Lumian would have rushed up to fight closely, or pulled out his revolver and sent a few bullets to the enemy, and would not give him a chance to speak at all, but this time, for some reason, he always had the desire to perform, wanting to see what the other party could do, and then seize the opportunity to express himself as much as possible.
If there is no opponent, there will be no opponent play!
The same was true for Franka, eager to try to respond to the fake on behalf of Lumian, but did not attack immediately.
Behind the fake Eve was Charlie wearing the clothes of a waiter, and as soon as he climbed through the rubble, he saw a figure in the double light of a calcium carbide lamp and a horse lantern.
He was suddenly frightened by the scene of the confrontation between the two Charles and stopped in place, as if in a dream for a while, unable to tell who was true and who was false, who wanted to harm him and who was trying to help him.
The only thing he could be sure of was that he was in danger again!
Fake Ef looked at Lumian twice, and said to Franka anxiously and angrily:
"Wake up, you have been deceived by imposters!
"When will I wear something like that?"
After Lumian reminded Charlie, he just took off his makeup and didn't change his clothes, or the weird mix-and-match style of a simple formal suit and canvas trousers.
Franka couldn't help but act:
"Really?
"Then tell me what my code name is."
Fake Eve asked angrily and amusedly:
"Ms. 'Red Boots', have you even forgotten your nickname?"
Franka couldn't help but laugh out loud.
She then took two steps back, blending into the shadows on the edge of the calcium carbide light.
This underground ruled by darkness is too suitable for "witches" to fight!
Seeing this, Fake Ev suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, understanding that his attempt to really use fake chaos had most likely failed and could no longer perform, so he immediately changed his strategy.
He dropped the lantern, raised his head slightly, and looked at Lumian, his expression becoming extremely cold.
He curled the corners of his mouth and chuckled:
"I don't know if I should sympathize with you or congratulate you, but I actually saw through my disguise, but this is definitely not a good thing for you."
The fake Ef holding a lantern suddenly rose and instantly turned into a terrifying volcano that was about to erupt.
Lumian faced him as if he were facing the evil giant with three heads and six arms in Kordu Village, except for not being mentally traumatized and hit, the rest of the reactions were basically the same.
He trembled and lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the other party, but the desire to perform and his own stubbornness made him raise his head again and move his gaze to the fake Ef's face little by little.
At the same time, the darkness outside the light seemed to be covered with a layer of green, and vines and branches spread out of nowhere, occupying the top of the cave and the rock wall.
Franka, who had dived into the shadows, was shocked by the fake Eff's momentum and could no longer maintain the effect of his abilities, his body standing out less than two meters away from the fake Eff.
Charlie, who was still lying in the passage, trembled even more, buried his face in the gravel and dirt, and his mind went blank.
Fake Ef glanced at Lumian and Franka contemptuously:
"You dare to follow me if you don't know anything?
"The only thing you are lucky about is that you look pretty good, I can't bear to kill you directly."
These words poured into Lumian and Franka's ears, filling their hearts with fear, and they just wanted to turn around and run away.
This feeling made Lumian have a cognition:
Demigod!
That fake Eve is a demigod with divinity!
Lumian gritted his teeth, plucked up the courage, and reached into his pocket, hoping that Mr. K's fingers could successfully resist for a while and help him and Franka escape from the underground Trier.
What happened to the demigod? It's not that I haven't seen a demigod, I won't be so scared that I lose my mind, I won't be so scared that I give up struggling!
Just as Lumian's right palm was about to touch Mr. K's finger, Franka was about to lose control of himself, turned his body, and ran away, when there was a clicking sound from the top of the cave.
A fist-sized piece of rubble fell like those of its previous kind, and fell straight to the fake Eve who was looking at Lumian and Franca's reaction with a proud attitude.
Fake Eve couldn't dodge, only avoided his head, and was hit hard in the left shoulder by the rubble, causing the bones to crack and the flesh to sink.
He let out a short scream and was almost smashed to the ground.
With such a change, the terrifying aura and divine feeling instantly dissipated, and only not too many green vines and brown-green branches testified to everything that had just happened.
Lumian suddenly got rid of the state of shock, half driven by the desire to perform, and half took advantage of the trend to use "provocation".
He threw away the calcium carbide lamp, covered his stomach, and laughed:
"Fake?
"Why are you fake in everything, that thing can't be made of wood too, right?"
Fake Ef, who had just recovered from the pain, exploded with emotion, his eyes locked on Lumian, and his eyes were dyed a touch of green.
He didn't notice at all that Franka had thrown out a flickering fluorescent powder, and disappeared in place with a whisper.
In the next second, Lumian felt a strong desire, a desire for pleasure for the opposite sex.
If Franka hadn't been "invisible", he would definitely not be able to control himself, but now, he would not completely lose his mind, but his actions would become troublesome, both physically and mentally.
Lumian pulled out the revolver in the gun pouch under his armpit with a bit of perform, trying to aim at the fake Eff.
At present, when he sees the other person's face, he feels inexplicably charming.
Bang!
Lumian pulled the trigger but failed to hit the fake Eff.
Fake Ef's eyes were full of hatred, and while approaching the target with agility, he raised his hand and patted his face.
His appearance suddenly changed to a certain extent, but it was not particularly obvious, as if he couldn't do anything like kneading his own image arbitrarily, he just made his facial features softer a little, giving Lumian's handsome face a bit of femininity.
Lumian gasped and pulled the trigger again.
He felt that his desire was about to explode, and he wanted to hold the feminized fake Efu like this and that.
This was accompanied by the intensity of emotions, which made him instinctively recall what Ms. Susie, the "psychiatrist", had said, and quickly took a deep breath.
Bang!
Lumian calmed down a bit and let the revolver fire a bullet again.
Fake Ev didn't expect the other party's perseverance to be so strong, he still didn't completely lose his mind, and almost failed to avoid the bullet, and was flown over by it grazing his arm, causing damage to his clothes and burns to his skin.
He couldn't help but snort in pain, and at this time, Lumian, who had been wary of similar abilities, stopped performing, seized the opportunity, held the ritual silver dagger with his backhand, and inserted it into his ribs without pulling it out.
The pain awakened his sanity, and most of the desire subsided.
Fake Ev also initially got rid of the "provocative" effect in the pain and regained a certain sobriety.
He understood that the current situation was not suitable for a protracted battle, so he immediately took out a gold coin and threw it into a hollow blocked by a pile of rubble.
Lumian was suddenly controlled by uncontrollable greed, and with a ritual silver dagger, he pounced on the gold coin, wanting to pick it up.
Fake Ev took this opportunity to run wildly into the depths of the earth, surpassing normal humans.
Suddenly, the soles of his feet slipped and he heard a squeaking sound.
I don't know when this road is covered with frost!
Fake Eve forcibly pulled his waist and tried to stabilize his figure.
But at this time, a tall figure wearing a black robe and a hood appeared behind him.
Franka's right hand popped out a hidden sword, wrapped in black flames, and stabbed at Fake Eve's vest.
She used the full force of the "assassin", concentrating all her strength on the hidden blade.
With a pop, although the fake Eve tried his best to dodge and relied on some kind of performance to make his skin and muscles hard, like stone, he was still pierced by the hidden sword.
His pupils dilated and he forcibly twisted his body, so that his dark green eyes reflected Franka's figure.
Franka, who had succeeded in one blow, planned to take a step back, use the shadow to open the distance, and then detonate the black flame that poured into the target's body, but his body suddenly weakened and he bent over.
Her legs were faintly clamped, and her lake-colored eyes appeared with a watery light.
She knew in advance that the fake Eve she was following this time had a deep relationship with the perverted Hedsey, and she was prepared for the current situation, so she put her hand into the hidden bag without hesitation, intending to take out the sniffing salt she bought some time ago.
Bang bang bang!
Lumian, who had picked up the gold coin, fired three shots at the seriously injured Fake Ev.
Fake Eve hurriedly dodged, but was on the smooth ice, and it was difficult to stabilize even the basic balance, and finally fell to the ground with a snap, being pierced in the abdomen by one of the bullets.
Franka, who got a respite, smelled the salt, was awakened by the stimulating smell, suppressed her desire, and suddenly squeezed her left hand.
Black flames suddenly burst out from the fake Ef's body, and their souls were burned by them, which made him let out a terrible scream.
Lumian took aim again and pulled the trigger.
The last bullet shot out and instantly penetrated the fake Ef's forehead.
With a bang, Fake Ef's head cracked, and red and white spilled out.
Seeing that Franka had bent over again, Lumian hurriedly ran over, bypassing the frosty area and coming to her side.
Franka looked up, her eyes rippling like water, and she was panting softly in her mouth.
She suddenly hugged Lumian, only to be hit by an open metal vial in front of her nose.
The indescribably pungent smell made her sneeze several times in a row, losing most of her desire.
"Zhen, this thing is much better than smelling salt!" Franka blurted out as soon as she regained her senses.
Lumian quickly sniffed himself and sneezed.
(End of this chapter)