Seeing the charred and tattered wooden door slowly open backwards, Lumian's scalp instantly went numb, and he felt like he had been doused with ice water.
Isn't it impossible to open the door?
My guess was wrong?
If it can open the door, why does it have to knock for so long and say so many words?
Just do it!" Is there something wrong with the brain?
Although he has become an "arsonist" and has experienced some big scenes, in the face of the current situation, Lumian's heart still involuntarily flutters faster, like a steam train running wildly on railroad tracks and sleepers.
If it weren't for the worry about Gardner. Martin or other members of the "Iron Blooded Cross" were hiding around, observing up close, and he wanted to set up an altar on the spot, summon Ms. Magician's messenger, or pray directly to Mr. "Fool".
Subconsciously, Lumian was about to condense the fire crows and create a "cloak", ready to fight, but once again the reminder of Thermibolos flashed through his mind:
"Don't respond."
This is one thing to not open the door!
Lumian himself felt that the monster outside knocked on the door first, then intimidated him, and finally opened the door by himself, so he forcibly restrained himself, still remaining silent, looking at the door like a statue.
The rickety charred wooden door continued to open backwards, and the dark gap gradually widened from the thickness of a finger to a person who could enter and exit.
But there was nothing outside the door, and the room away from the window was dark, relying on the crimson moonlight that penetrated through the broken glass in the small room, barely showing a broken wall-like outline.
Where's the guy knocking on the door? Lumian's first reaction was to turn on his spiritual vision to see if there was a monster hidden that could not be detected by the naked eye, but he finally controlled himself, fearing that this would be equivalent to a response.
The rickety wooden door stopped and stopped moving, and in the deep darkness outside, no one came out, and nothing was wriggling, it was extremely quiet.
Lumian sat unchanged, looking there, feeling that this matter was really strange, even if he wanted to set fire to the enemy, he couldn't find the target.
Silence has become the main theme of the present, and time seems to stand still because of it.
Suddenly, a drop of water fell from the ceiling and smashed in front of Lumian.
Lumian's eyelids jumped, and through the crimson moonlight outside the window, he saw that the liquid was bright red and dazzling, shaped like blood.
Tick, tick, drop after drop of blood fell, gradually staining a large area red.
Just seeing such a scene made Lumian's heart full of uneasiness.
Tick!
Another drop of liquid left the ceiling and landed on the right side of Lumian's face, cold, sticky, and silky.
It didn't look like the blood of a living person, but it wasn't dark.
The strong smell of blood pierced Lumian's nose, making him subconsciously want to roll to the side, turn over and stand up, and jump out of the window.
"Don't respond." Thermiboulos' words flashed through his mind again.
Lumian adjusted his breathing slightly, letting the drops of viscous liquid with a strong smell of blood hit his face and the top of his head.
Gradually, he felt his body get a little heavier, and he hurriedly examined his hands that were exposed outside his clothes.
There was also a drop of cold and sticky blood, and they expanded silently, connecting into one, like putting blood-colored gloves on Lumian.
Lumian used this to associate other parts of his body, suspecting that he had been wrapped in a layer of blood mucosa, so he felt heavier and heavier.
He reflexively wanted to insert his palm, which seemed to be sluggish, into his pocket, and took out Mr. K's finger, so that the "Aurora Society" envoy, who was the best at blood-type spells, could fight against this strange blood mucosa.
"Don't respond." This time, it was not Lumian who remembered Thermiporos' reminder again, but the fateful angel once again made a powerful voice.
Lumian controlled himself again, letting his body get heavier little by little, and breathing began to become difficult.
Not long after, he felt that the strange blood was penetrating his skin and wanted to get into his body.
They all seemed to have their own life force, slowly but resolutely immersing Lumian's body, "drowning him" from the outside in, little by little.
Lumian felt that his brain had also been harmed accordingly, his thoughts were blurred a lot, and all kinds of thoughts inevitably became violent.
He wants to kill, he wants to burn this area, he wants to set Trier on fire, he wants to destroy the world!
Boom! Thermipolos doesn't want to take this opportunity to deceive me, to use the strange power here to control me and achieve the goal of getting rid of the seal, right? Lumian couldn't help but wonder about the validity of Thermipolos' "don't respond" and the true purpose of the angel of the Fate Realm.
He planned not to suppress himself anymore, but quickly resisted and looked for an opportunity to escape from the burned building.
But he had previously suspected that the "anomaly" had to knock on the door, speak, and obtain permission to manifest itself in the occult.
If he hadn't had such doubts himself, how could he have fully believed that Thermiboulus, an angel of fate, who was an enemy and not a friend, had endured until now?
In the midst of his thoughts, Lumian remained calm and prepared to wait a little longer to see what would happen.
His head was getting heavier and heavier, his thoughts were getting more and more confused, a tooth-chilling cutting sound rang in his ears, and his body felt pain as if it were coming from afar.
It's like someone put him into a semi-coma, taking the opportunity to cut off his hands and feet and split his body.
Suddenly, Lumian's thoughts withdrew.
He seemed to be out of the spirit of his body and saw himself sitting by the window, covered in blood and his eyes were extremely empty.
And in front of him squatted a charred figure, holding a bloody axe, constantly slashing at his thighs, splitting the white bones into two pieces.
Belch...... Lumian gradually realized that something was wrong.
He subconsciously lowered his head and saw that his body was still in good health!
He was still sitting next to the broken window, only to see no longer the rickety charred wooden door, but the "reflection" of the surrounding area and himself being dismembered by the charred figure.
Compared with the severed legs and the dismembered bones, Lumian was most impressed by his empty eyes.
After a short trance, the terrifying and bloody picture disappeared, and the open tattered wooden door was once again reflected in Lumian's eyes.
He really knew that it was not an illusion just now, because he now felt free from the water film cover, and all the pores on his body became comfortable.
What would have happened if I hadn't held back and responded? What would happen to the horrors I saw? The response was an occult connection that made those horrific encounters almost hallucinatory really happen? Lumi let out a slow breath with lingering fear.
He raised his hand and pressed his left chest, suppressed his voice, and laughed softly:
"Thermibolos, it's quite powerful."
As expected of an angel, even if it is sealed, it is easy to see the essence of the current abnormality.
Thermiporos' voice sounded, layer upon layer:
"The abnormality here is slight."
"Is this still mild?" Lumian couldn't agree, "If you hadn't reminded me not to respond, I would have been firm enough, something happened just now, Gardner. Martin, a sow, really wants to kill me!"
Thermibolos responded in a magnificent voice:
"I won't die.
"The abnormality just now will only transform you, causing you to have a shift in your concepts while your personality traits, way of thinking, and self-perception remain unchanged, and you will become fanatical about certain things, thus rejecting some ideas."
Lumian pondered this sentence and couldn't understand it a little.
At this time, Thermibolos added:
"It's equivalent to you being conquered, from body to mind."
Lumian suddenly realized, and said in a low voice:
"Gardner. Martin asked me to stay here overnight to control me with the help of the anomalies here and eliminate possible hidden dangers?"
No wonder I went to the Breeze Dance Hall late at night and didn't give me more time to think!
"Have you not realized your shallowness until now?" Thermipolos affirmed Lumian's speculation with such words.
Lumian cursed and said to himself:
"Even if I succeeded, I was controlled by the anomaly here, not by Gardner. Martin controls, isn't he afraid of problems?
"The anomaly here is related to the 'Iron Blood Cross', so he is not worried?"
Thinking of this, Lumian frowned and asked Thermibolos:
"Since I have not been affected by the abnormality and have not been transformed, then if I go out tomorrow morning, will I be attacked by Gardner. Martin found something wrong?"
Thermibolos said in a majestic voice:
"If this level of pollution were so easily noticed, Gardner. Martin and his friends have long been purged by the official extraordinaires.
"Unless the source of the pollution provides direct information, they can't see that you are not being contaminated."
Hmm...... While Lumian was pondering, he suddenly discovered that there was a fact hidden in these two sentences of Thermibolos:
Gardner. Martin and the members of the "Iron-Blooded Cross" around him have long suffered similar pollution!
They are all controlled!
Hoarse...... The more Lumian thought about it, the more he felt that this was a bit terrifying.
After a few seconds, he asked Thermipolos again with the mentality of trying to gather wool when he could:
"Meet Gardner. After Martin, where should I show my enthusiasm and reject what ideas?"
"Fervor for war and turmoil, repulsion to belief in other gods." Thermibolos actually gave the answer.
Lumian nodded, and thought of another question:
"With the abnormal intensity just now, everyone who has been here for a while should be contaminated, right?"
"Only two special paths will inevitably cause the anomalies here, and the others must do specific things at a specific time before they can be encountered. The official only recognized the latter situation and only secretly prevented others from entering the building at a specific time." Thermibolos replied in an unchanged voice.
"Two special paths...... 'hunter' and 'witch'?" Lumian could probably guess.
Thermipolus did not deny it.
Lumian went through the whole thing in his mind again, and finally said with a smile:
"Thermipoulos, it seems that you have truly recognized your situation and corrected your position."
This time, Thermibolos no longer had an echo and completely fell silent.
In the next few hours, Lumian suffered two more abnormalities, one with a broken neck, one with an implosion of his body, and his internal organs thrown everywhere.
Relying on the words "don't respond", he forced himself to endure, and his thoughts returned to his true body without being harmed.
Finally, a reddish gold appeared on the horizon, and the sun gradually rose.
Lumian slowly stood up, bathed in the morning light for a few seconds, and walked out of Market Avenue 13 step by step.
Then, he saw Gardner sitting in the carriage opposite. Martin, the eyes of the two met together.
The next second, Gardner. Martin smiled.
Lumian also smiled.
(End of this chapter)