Close to the basement of the Opera House's Arcade Street.
The man dressed as a wizard said to Franka in a sharp voice:
"It's very simple, there are only three specific terms, one is that you promise to go to the deep valley quarry to blow up the secret door of the secret cave and create a movement that can attract everyone around, the second is that I will pay you 5 Pelkin for this, 20,000 in advance, and the third is what punishment should be imposed for failing to fulfill the promise.
This man had no intention of defrauding the two extraordinary people on the opposite side on the contract, but was ready to use his own ability to modify the content of the mission at the moment the contract was established, so that the other party had to sneak into the secret cave of the Deep Valley Quarry and come up with what he wanted and enough evidence.
This client once used this unique ability to tamper with the terms of the transaction to buy a human soul for 1,000 Felkin.
He believes that he will not be disappointed this time either.
Watching Franka communicate with the man dressed as a wizard, Jane Na in the shadows put her hand into the small money bag and aimlessly rubbed the gold, silver and copper coins inside.
She was sure that there was no seal in the purse.
In other words, there is no such thing as a seal in Franka!
What does she really mean? Jane Na's eyes fell on the client who said the terms of the contract, and she thought it was quite strange.
To make a deal, why not apply for notarization at the occult gathering just now?
If you are afraid that the content of the commission will be known, you can go to the "conversation room" and borrow the host's magical items.
There is definitely something wrong with this!
When Jane thought of this, she understood what Franka meant by throwing the money bag to herself:
As soon as you find that something is wrong, immediately use the "Ring of Punishment" to raid the opponent and control the scene!
Shout...... Jane exhaled slowly, and while feeling out the "Ring of Punishment" to put on, she used the shadow to shorten the distance between herself and the client a little.
Franka glanced at the shadow that the calcium carbide lamp did not shine, and said to the client dressed as a wizard with a smile:
"Sounds reasonable, but I need to make sure you are lying and if there is a problem with this matter."
As she spoke, she gently threw the calcium carbide lamp in her hand in front of her, then took out a mirror from the hidden pocket of the assassin's suit, and said with a smile:
"Just right, I'm good at divination."
Hearing this, the pupils of the client dressed as a wizard instantly dilated, and the whole thing became extremely tense.
He wasn't sure if the "magic mirror divination" could expose his tricks!
Jane, who was hiding in the shadows, noticed his anomaly, and without hesitation, she raised her right hand slightly and decisively, making the iron ring covered with tiny spikes glow with a glimmer.
At the same time, it was like two piercing lightning bolts shooting out from her eyes.
"Mental piercing"!
…………
Where the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain" is located.
Lumian and "Hela" were once again shocked by the terrifying thought, infected by pure madness, and stood stiff in place, trembling slightly.
This made it difficult for them to move, but it also "helped" them to get rid of the state of getting closer and closer to death, their cold bodies became as hot as fire, and their silent thoughts boiled like water, fierce and tyrannical.
Of course, the purple-red corpse spots and several rotten skin spots on their bodies have not eased, but are still getting worse.
Thick and deep darkness descended again, and "Hela" reluctantly used the black diamond ring on her right hand to calm the figures floating in the "Samaritan Spring", including the burning "giant" who was rotting in many places in tattered armor.
Lumian regained a little thought and realized that his escape with "Hela" just now was not without effect:
They were more than ten meters away from the spring, and the rotten and bleak figures could not get out of the "Samaritan Woman's Spring" and climb to the shore, so they could not grab their legs and drag them underwater.
These figures squeezed emptily on the edge of the spring with empty eyes, or highly rotten or twisted palms that sometimes poked out of the water, and sometimes were forcibly pulled back by inexplicable forces.
They roared silently, causing the entire slope to shake, causing Lumian and "Hela" to either feel sleepy or want to give in, and have all kinds of adverse reactions.
But this was caused by the madness that ignited the thoughts of the two and the abnormal effect that caused them to develop schizophrenic-like symptoms, and failed to achieve good results.
Around the Samaritan Woman's Spring, only the wandering female figure and long black hair like aquatic plants could get close to Lumian, one reflecting his figure with his eyes, and the other extending and trying to entangle.
This situation surprised Lumian for a while, feeling that even if he failed to resist, he would be dragged to the "Samaritan Woman's Spring" by the long black hair and the blurred figure of a high-ranking witch.
At that time, Lumian could run a considerable distance outside, and in two or three times he could get out of the area shrouded in gray and white fog and return to the tomb above.
After that, he will send "Hela" in, and he will wait outside to collect the spring water of the "Samaritan Woman's Spring" to avoid the abnormal reaction caused by the blood ore and the huge figure that is obviously stronger than other "water ghosts".
The next second, Lumian felt his body become extremely stiff, it was an experience of being frozen.
White frost kept appearing on his body, and it continued to wither and melt.
Inside the blue eyes of the female figure, Lumian was already covered with ice.
Long black hair then wrapped around him in circles, dragging him towards the Samaritan Woman's Spring.
"Hela" saw the blurred figure in a white robe and her long black hair dealing with Lumian at the same time, and she was almost unaffected, and immediately aimed the pure black diamond ring that kept gushing out from her right hand at the unknown existence of the suspected high-ranking witch remnant.
"Night" turned into a curtain, wrapped the other party, and forced her to fall into a state of restful sleep.
Lumian took the opportunity to "hum", letting the white streamer from his nose pass through the crystal ice and land on the black hair like aquatic plants.
The black hair that entwined him fell down suddenly, as if he had lost his strength for a short time.
Almost at the same time, the "night curtain" that had turned into reality suddenly tightened, and there was nothing inside.
Not far away, a holy and empty female figure wearing a white robe appeared again, looking at Lumian again.
Although he couldn't completely get rid of the danger, Lumian was happy in his heart, and after surviving the round of attack just now, he felt that even if he gave up resisting now, he could still hold on until the pale spring water retracted into the depths of the spring.
At this moment, the huge figure floating in the spring water became more and more crazy with iron eyes, and the rust-like red was as bright as blood.
He pulled the spring violently, as if there were chains binding him.
Finally, in the midst of violent earthquake-like movement, this figure wearing tattered blood-stained armor burning invisible flames stepped to the edge of the "Samaritan Woman's Spring".
Boom!
The entire earth seemed to tremble, and gray dust was sprinkled from above.
Lumian buzzed in his mind and lost consciousness in an instant.
After he recovered from the state of black and blank thoughts in front of his eyes, he found that he had crossed a distance of more than ten meters and returned to the edge of the "Samaritan Woman's Spring"!
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw "Hela" running back a few steps, his eyes empty and stained with blood, like a puppet, like a dead corpse, or a soldier who absolutely obeyed orders.
Lumian could already think of how he returned to the edge of the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain" after closing and opening his eyes, and he also ran back by himself in this empty, obedient state!
At this moment, when he woke up, he could no longer escape, because behind him were long black hair curled up and a blurred figure suspected of being a high-ranking witch, and in front of him were the palms that were either highly rotten or twisted and disgusting.
They grabbed Lumian at the same time, trying to drag him into the spring, and the huge figure with long blood-colored hair was only one step away from him.
Lumian gritted his teeth, and while he still had a little personal freedom, he bit the bottom of the white candle and put his left hand wearing gloves into his pocket.
At this moment, he cursed angrily in his heart:
"You shit-like evil gods have been watching for so long, why haven't you sent someone to harm me?
"What about dangerous creatures, what about dangerous creatures that you said?
"Are you afraid to come here and face that crazy figure?"
While Lumian cursed, he did not give up, and pulled out a short knife to cut off his right palm, which was eroded by the earth blood ore.
If you want it, then take it!
As for whether the restart at six o'clock every morning will make the right hand lost here grow out, he can't control that much now.
At this moment, in the depths of the pale spring water that trembled and shook with the earth, a pale palm stretched out from the dark hole.
The fingers of the palm were slender, and there were cracks on the back, each of which either grew pale yellow feathers stained with oil, or flowed out rotten and yellow pus, and on both sides of those cracks, the skin was as crystal clear as jade, but it was pale and bleak.
As soon as this palm appeared, it crossed the spring water and grabbed the right leg of the huge figure.
The figure wearing tattered blood-stained armor swayed with burning invisible flames, and it was difficult to control himself being pulled towards the pitch-black hole in the depths of the pale spring.
He struggled hard, fought back, but the retreat of the strange palm remained calm and unchanged, and the little reaction was that the pale yellow feathers fell, the pus was stained with blood, and the skin was no longer crystal clear, highlighting the black, living-like blood vessels.
Countless complex symbols that were pale, dark, or dim appeared, and with that crazy and terrifying figure, they quickly shrank towards the dark and faint spring eyes.
Lumian didn't see or see this scene, he only knew that the huge figure with a rotten face, blood-red eyes, and iron-black eyes was far away from him, and the terrifying palms that were captured stopped moving, as if frozen in time.
The terrifying and crazy figure roared repeatedly, but it was difficult to get out of control, and with just a blink of an eye, most of his body was dragged back to the depths of the spring eye.
When he was about to disappear completely there, the madness became like a substance, and two dark red "rust stains" flew out of his iron-black eyes, shooting straight at Lumian.
Lumian instinctively raised his right hand to block it, and the two "rust marks" passed through the "torture" gloves and penetrated his skin eroded by the earth blood ore.
Wow!
The pale spring water completely retracted, bringing all the figures that sank and floated into the black and faint hole.
The area around the spring suddenly became extremely quiet.
(End of this chapter)