Chapter 353 Negative Impact (Seeking a Monthly Pass at the Beginning of the Month)
"How could it be?" Jian Na was surprised and stunned, but also had strong doubts.
She remembered that at the end of the occult meeting just now, the participants left at intervals, and there were many routes to choose from.
Seeing that Jianna controlled the urge to look back, Franka walked forward as if nothing had happened, and whispered in a small voice:
"Who knows? Maybe some participants happened to choose this route and found that there was someone in front of them who wanted to follow up to see if there was a chance to make a windfall, or maybe someone with special abilities followed us in a way we didn't expect.
"Go forward, pretend nothing happened, and when you get back to the arcade underground, you'll be safe.
"If the stalker launches an attack before that, you immediately throw away the calcium carbide lamp in your hand, hide in the shadows around you, and then decide how to participate in the battle depending on the situation."
Jane Na nodded lightly, indicating that she would do so.
Her left palm holding the calcium carbide lamp clenched a little unconsciously.
After the two walked along the dark and damp tunnel for a hundred meters or two, Franka slowed down, turned her head, looked behind her, and said to herself in confusion:
"The stalker is missing......
"It may also be that I used some way to bypass the 'spider silk' I left behind......"
As soon as she finished speaking, in the darkness ahead, on the edge illuminated by the calcium carbide light, a figure walked out.
Jian Na reacted extremely quickly, and immediately threw down the calcium carbide lamp she was holding in her left hand, hiding in the side shadow.
Franca relied on the "mirror stand-in" and did not rush to dodge, but turned her gaze to the stalker who was circling ahead.
It was a man dressed as a wizard and covered his face with the shadow of his hood.
That client!
He looked at Franka and said in a deliberately sharp voice:
"I want to make a deal with you."
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Behind the "Pillar of Night of Chrismana", Lumian held a new white candle, reflecting the dim fire, following behind "Hela", along the mottled stone steps that seemed to lead to the real hell, layer by layer into the depths of darkness.
The rock walls on both sides slowly retreated, revealing realistic human head reliefs, dark gray and densely packed together, just like countless bones stacked next to each other in the upper tomb.
As soon as he finished walking all the stone steps and stepped onto the fourth floor of the catacombs that were extremely silent, Lumian suddenly became irritable, as if he was locked up in a prison, losing his personal freedom for a long time, and wanted to use all means to escape.
He had felt this way before, it was from the negative impact of the "Armor Shadow" contract, but it had never been as strong as it is now!
It was like his spirit was held in his body and finally recognized the facts.
His spirit wants to blow up this "cage", the world, everything and gain true freedom!
Shout...... Lumian exhaled slowly, calming his mental state a lot.
Even without the gift of the "dervish monk", he asked himself if he could withstand such abnormal emotions, and with the power of the "dervish monk", he controlled it more easily.
"According to Ms. 'Justice', the higher the sequence, the more madness accumulates, and the more likely it is to be affected by the hidden pollution of the fourth layer of the catacombs...... I'm in this situation now, but because the sequence is not high, the influence is weak, so I can endure and control it?" Lumian quickly guessed the current situation, instinctively raised his head and set his sights on "Hela" diagonally ahead.
The other party's neck was quite slender, most of which was hidden in the collar of the widow-like outfit, which was very suitable for pinching from the middle......
As soon as Lumian flashed such an idea, he quickly shook his head, leaving the negative impact from the "Abscess and Severed Hand" contract behind.
At the same time, he saw that "Hela's" face turned paler, more and more like a corpse that had been dead for many days rather than a living human.
The next second, "Hela" took out a military wine jug, unscrewed the lid, and gulped down.
Lumian sniffed and smelled the strong aroma of wine.
He muttered silently:
It must be a strong drink...... According to Ms. "Hela"'s drinking style, will she carry many wine jugs with her like those drunkards in Fusak?
After drinking a third of the bottle of distilled spirits in one go, "Hela's" face turned a little rosy and asked:
"Which way should I go?"
"In an ancient tomb on the westernmost side." Lumian didn't hide it anymore and said frankly, "At present, I only know the general scope, and I'm not sure which one it is."
"Hela" nodded lightly and set his gaze to the top of the tomb.
A thick black line is drawn there, and arrows extend in all directions, pointing to different locations.
Combined with the street signs near the entrance, Lumian had a rough idea of which route to take to the west.
But he still took out the compass he had prepared in advance, intending to confirm.
As soon as the portable instrument was placed under the dim white candlelight, the pointer beat continuously, sometimes left and sometimes right, completely irregular and unable to stop.
"It's crazy." Lumian used jokes to neutralize the contained irritability.
"It can only be found by combining street signs and black lines." "Hela" seemed to have expected it.
Lumian sighed, looked at the compass that was still beating, and laughed self-deprecatingly:
"It has been non-stop, can it be used as a perpetual motion machine?"
"Hela" glanced at him:
"Aren't you a believer in the 'Eternal Sun'?"
Lumian replied sincerely:
"For the time being."
"Hela" did not continue the topic, and took a step forward to the right according to the street sign next to him and the black line above his head.
"The 'Marian Pillar' and 'Lius Pillar' are on this floor, as well as François's tomb, the Scarlet Convent, and the Crazy Mushroom Cave...... Uh, the style of this name is completely different from others." Lumian mumbled and withdrew his gaze from the street sign.
The most obvious difference between the fourth floor of the tomb and the upper three floors is that the bones of the dead are no longer piled up on both sides of the road, which looks much more spacious and clean, but it also sets off the quietness of death.
And those ancient tombs all had closed entrances, making it impossible to see what was hidden inside at a glance.
"Hela" said without looking back:
"The manifestation of your mental abnormality is that you have more words and more nagging?"
"That's not the case, it's just that talking is conducive to relieving my irritability." Lumian did not hide it.
The two stopped and went, combining street signs and black lines, constantly adjusting their direction.
As he passed through the semi-natural tomb cave named "Congregational Hall", Lumian's eyes suddenly swept over a person as he kept looking at his surroundings.
It was a woman, wearing a simple and simple white robe, with soft black hair draped down, her facial features were extremely exquisite, the matching was extremely perfect, and her temperament was so holy that it seemed that she did not belong to such a dead and filthy tomb.
Although Lumian often saw the "Witch of Pleasure", he still had a strong sense of amazement, and even had a sinful urge to ravage the other party.
This is not just the negative impact of "torture", but also from his dark thoughts.
What made Lumian wake up was that the other party's crystal blue eyes were cold and there was no trace of anger, and his hands were empty, holding a white candle that was not lit!
In the catacombs, the fire protection of the living without white candles will disappear!
Lumian's body was tense, and the woman turned into the surrounding darkness, blocked by the outer wall of the "Blood Convent" and disappeared.
"What are you looking at?" "Hela" A cold voice sounded.
"Didn't you see it?" Lumian described in detail what he witnessed.
"Hela" was silent for a few seconds and said:
"I really didn't see it, although as soon as you stopped moving forward, I set my sights there."
"Only I can see? Or, just let me see it?" Lumian is not sure if it was the influence of Thermibolos or the reason for its own sequence or gender.
"Hela" thought for a moment and said:
"Don't worry about this kind of thing, it's normal for there to be special resentful spirits and evil spirits wandering deep in the catacombs, but this catacombs itself is equivalent to a very strong seal, if you don't violate the rules and touch the abnormal, you won't encounter danger."
Lumian nodded:
"I was wondering just now, ordinary tourists and adventurous college students will definitely not be able to pass through the third level of the tomb to get here, why do they need to get the black lines and accurate road signs, who is this for?"
"The official extraordinary who come here regularly to clean up and the tomb keepers who patrol every day." "Hela" replied as she took a step again.
She then reminded briefly:
"According to your description, the female figure you saw just now looks very much like a high-ranking witch."
Lumi was shocked:
"It can't be the resentful spirit left by the 'Witch of Calamity' Christmona, right?"
"I'm not sure." "Hela" took out the military wine jug and took another sip.
Lumian glanced at it casually, and his eyelids jumped suddenly.
He saw a purple-red patch on the back of "Hela's" right hand.
That wasn't there originally.
It was like the corpse spots of the dead!
This is the impact of the fourth layer of pollution in the tomb? Ms. "Hela" is fighting with spirits? Lumian continued to be speechless.
In a state of nagging, he and "Hela" walked through unmarked ancient tombs to reach the westernmost area of this level.
There are dozens or hundreds of ancient tombs on the edge of the rock wall here, and Lumian can't see the end at a glance.
He was about to ask "Hela" if there was a way to speed up the search for the target when he suddenly heard a knocking sound coming from a nearby ancient tomb.
In such a movement, under the watchful eyes of "Hela" and Lumian, the broken stone wall of the tomb collapsed more, forming a black hole for humans to enter and exit.
A figure walked out of there with his back bent.
Lumian, who was highly tense, wanted to explode a "huge fireball", but he still forcibly resisted the urge and planned to observe it first.
The man who crawled out of the ancient tomb took a lit white candle, patted the dust on his clothes, and slowly straightened up.
He was wearing a black robe in the style of a soothsayer in the circus, with brown skin, thin figure, slightly curly black hair, dark eyes, and a crystal-like monocle in his right eye, just like the archipelago liar Monit.
Monit smiled at Lumian and "Hela":
"What a coincidence!"
ps: Ask for a monthly pass at the beginning of the month~
(End of this chapter)