Chapter 358 True Spring Water
In the deathly silence, Lumian only felt that the palm of his right hand was extremely hot, as if he was being burned.
He quickly took off his fist gloves, turned his palm, and found that the part eroded by the blood ore had penetrated deep into the flesh and bones, bright red and dripping, and there were bursts of irritable and violent pain.
Other than that, there is nothing unusual for the time being.
At this time and in this situation, Lumian didn't care about the detailed examination, while enduring the coldness of his body and the "calmness" of his thoughts, he stepped back and looked at the situation of the "Samaritan Woman's Spring".
The blurred figures and weedy black hair had been swept into holes where even light could not enter, and there was a constant shaking, and there seemed to be a fierce struggle inside.
Although the corpse-like figure hovering around and wearing a white robe was not taken away by the pale spring water, it also disappeared, as if it had evaporated out of thin air.
This made Lumian suspect that he could meet the existence of the suspected high-ranking witch elsewhere on the fourth floor, that is, the "Samaritan Woman's Spring".
The scene in front of him made Lumian suddenly have a bold idea:
Since the terrifying figure was pulled back to the spring by a strange force, one struggled to resist, the other tried its best to suppress it, and it seemed that the winner would not be able to distinguish the winner for a while, so it was better to remain vigilant, pause the escape, and see if there was a way to make a good arrangement, and take a little while the pale spring water gushed out again.
Now there are no "water ghosts" sinking at the bottom of the spring, nor are there blurry figures wandering around, so it is the safest time!
The next second, Lumian saw "Hela" pull out a small bottle made of gold, engraved with many complex and mysterious symbols, which were very similar to the ones Lumian saw at the basement door of the "Highland Elixirs" store.
"Hela" didn't wait for the pale spring water to gush out again, and squatted down directly, bringing the mouth of the bottle to the soil on the edge.
The soil was deep, and the closer you got to the dark hole, the more it felt that it had its own specialness, as if it contained countless colors, and the further out you went, the more ordinary it became, and when you reach the area where the spring water has not been submerged, it is completely close to the state of the slope itself.
At this time, because the pale, hollow spring water had shrunk into the dark hole, most of the surface of the deep dark soil became dry, without any liquid, but the very edge was still a little wet, and some droplets were more real than the pale spring water and closer to the color of the lake at night.
Seeing that "Hela" was targeting these liquids, Lumian asked suspiciously:
"Aren't you waiting for the Samaritan Springs to spring up again?"
"Hela" shook her head:
"This is the real 'Samaritan Woman's Spring' spring, those pale water flows are dangerous things that we can't touch at all now, as long as we get a little touch, we will die immediately, forever lingering next to the spring or sinking near the spring, and the containers we use will not be an exception."
So scary? Is the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain" a derivative of the pale water flow rather than the main body? Lumian also took out the metal vial he had prepared in advance and picked up the droplets from the mud on the edge of the spring.
With just one drop, his bottle showed signs of rust and decay that had been soaked in water for a long time.
"Hela" said nothing, took out another gold vial with a large number of complex symbols engraved on it, and threw it to Lumian.
Only then did Lumian successfully catch the dripping spring water of the "Samaritan Woman's Spring", and most of his attention was on the dark and faint spring eyes.
As soon as the earthquake-like shaking stopped there, he immediately turned around and ran wildly with the "Samaritan Woman's Spring" spring he had received!
One, two, three, the spring entered the golden vial in a state so slow that it seemed to stop at any moment, and the one Lumian had prepared became more and more rusty and broken.
Lumian looked at the progress that could not be accelerated, worried that the pale spring water gushed out again.
He was affected by various negative factors and felt a wave of mania in his heart.
So, he opened his mouth and silently cursed all kinds of swear words to relieve the emotions in his heart.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, he only filled a third of the bottle of spring water when he saw "Hela" stop voluntarily and screw on the lid of the golden vial.
You can't be greedy...... Lumian warned himself and followed "Hela" to end the act of collecting the spring water of the "Samaritan Woman's Spring".
The two of them quickly ran to the top of the slope.
Not long after, the sound of water came from behind them.
The pale spring water gushed out of the black hole again!
The two of them did not look back at the situation, and continued to run wildly beyond the gray and white mist, as if there was an invisible and terrifying monster chasing after them behind them.
In a few seconds, the two finally came to the edge of the fog, Lumian grabbed "Hela"'s arm, stepped hard under his feet, and pounced out.
After breaking away from the area shrouded in gray and white mist, Lumian finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the coldness on his body and the precipitation of his thinking had improved a lot.
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"Mental piercing"!
Jianna's body emerged from the shadows, and her eyes were filled with two flashes of "lightning".
The man in the wizard robe heard an illusory cracking sound, only to feel strong pain gushing out from the depths of his spirit body, occupying his brain.
He instinctively fell down and curled up, as if trying to relieve the pain in this way.
Franka didn't give him this chance, so he looked at him with the mirror he had just taken out.
As the mirror reflected the wizard-dressed client, Franca's palm lit up with black flames and smeared them on the glass surface.
The curse of the witch!
A burst of black flames suddenly appeared in the man's body, burning his spirit that was still struggling in pain extremely weak.
Immediately afterwards, crystal ice covered him layer by layer, and the colorless spider silk was entangled in circles and circles, revealing its shape.
Franka's plan was to control the other party, not kill him, after all, no one knew if this guy was involved in any pollution or high-level things, and reckless psychics could easily encounter accidents.
Seeing that the man had become very weak and under heavy control, Franka whispered with a slight surprise:
"That's it?"
She had no doubt that she and Jian Na could defeat each other in a surprise attack, but she didn't expect it to be so easy and simple.
In the next second, the man struggled to open his mouth under the triple control of black flames, ice and spider silk, revealing a faint voice:
"You are sinning!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there seemed to be a violent vibration deep underground, and a stone at the top of the tunnel suddenly fell and smashed straight into Jian Na's head.
Jane Na rushed forward and rolled to dodge, but was still hit twice by the constantly falling stones.
Franka is also in a similar situation, feeling that if it continues, the entire tunnel will collapse, even if she has a "mirror stand-in", there is no guarantee that she will be able to survive outside this tunnel.
She no longer hesitated, and held her right hand, causing the remnants of the black flames in the client's body to explode again.
The black flames burned the spirit body, and the man dressed as a wizard quickly lost his life.
The vibration of the tunnel then stopped, leaving only dust in mid-air.
Franka breathed a sigh of relief, didn't waste time, and quickly arranged the psychic ceremony, while Jane rubbed her shoulders and back, guarding her surroundings to guard against passersby.
After a while, Franka completed the "Magic Mirror Psychic Technique", holding the mirror, looking at the pale and bluish face with a slightly arrogant temperament and said:
"How much do you know about the secrets of the Deep Valley Quarry?"
The man's spirit replied blankly:
"Some people want to prolong life with machinery, and some people want to gain life with machinery.
"Some of the people of the Valley Monastery are sliding down the abyss."
If you say it vaguely, can't you go into more detail? Franka asked:
"Which organization are you from, why are you taking advantage of the disappearance of the janitor?"
The man was about to answer when a changing fog suddenly filled the inside of the mirror.
Click!
The mirror in Franka's hand shattered instantly.
Bang!
The man's body, wrapped in ice and "spider silk", exploded, and the flesh and blood turned into fog that enveloped the area.
Almost at the same time, Franka cracked like a mirror and fell to the ground in pieces.
Her figure quickly outlined the intersection of the tunnel and appeared beside Jenna.
"Sure enough, there is a problem." Franka looked at the uncertain blood mist solemnly, watching it gradually settle and merge into the earth.
At this time, the corpse had become a puddle of meat paste, and all the items on its body had become scraps except for those made of metal.
Franka and Jane searched a little and found a key made of brass and a coin worth two or three hundred felkins.
They didn't dare to stay any longer, and left here after removing the traces.
About two or three minutes later, a pair of legs wearing knee-high brown boots appeared next to the puddle of flesh and blood, holding a small, golden water bottle with a protruding wick in his hand.
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The blazing sunlight shone on the entrance of the catacombs in Purgatory Square, shining on Lumian's body, making him feel as if he had returned to the world of the living from the kingdom of the dead, and the coldness on his body was dispelled a lot.
He looked sideways at "Hela", whose face was still pale, with purple-red corpse spots and traces of decay that had not yet healed, and smiled:
"Although there was no real battle, it was the closest I was to 'death'."
"Those who can leave their mark in the pale spring water for a long time are the former giants." "Hela" said simply.
Lumian asked casually as he walked towards the edge of the square:
"What is the use of the 'Samaritan Woman's Fountain', and it can't really be used to forget the past and forget the pain, right?"
"Hela" shook her head:
"For me, it can be used to replace one ritual, or to be a major part of another."
Lumian didn't understand too much, and he didn't ask any questions.
Soon, he found that the feeling of cold body and precipitated thoughts did not completely disappear just because he left the catacombs.
Most of them seem to have become a part of themselves, and they will slowly grow again at night.
"The abnormalities in our bodies are still there." Lumian reminded "Hela" in a deep voice.
"Hela" nodded:
"I have a way to deal with it, and the one who asked you to bring the spring water should also have a way."
Lumian said "hmm", said goodbye to "Hela", and walked to the public station.
Rather than dying abnormally, he was more worried about the blood ore and strange "rust" that had eroded into his palms.
(End of this chapter)