Chapter 390 is bad
The room was drawn with thick curtains.
Lumian suddenly felt that the "mirror stand-in" placed on the inside of his clothes had become extremely cold, and even through a linen shirt, he couldn't help but shiver.
His heart tightened, and he didn't care about pretending to sleep anymore, so he turned over and sat up, taking out the mirror.
Under the dim crimson moonlight, the mirror turned gray, and in his hand, it was like a piece of ice.
Lumian knew that this meant something was wrong with Franca, so he didn't hesitate, and with the help of the occult connection between the stand-in and the main body, the black mark on his right shoulder emitted a glow.
His figure suddenly disappeared from the bed, outlining in the living room of the apartment at 6 White Coat Street.
Almost at the same time, Lumian saw the gray surroundings, like a layer of fog that could block the crimson moonlight, and Franka lay in an easy chair, her body stiff and writhing, as if she was struggling to death.
Her lake-colored eyes were mixed with anger, fear, eagerness, worry and other emotions, and a figure was vaguely clustered, her head seemed to want to swing slowly, but she was tugged by the invisible silk threads, stuck and stuck.
At this moment, Lumian and Franka's ears sounded like a blackboard scratching nails at the same time.
Those were words that they couldn't understand, piercing their spiritual bodies, and climbing up with their spirits, to a dark void with countless stars.
At the highest point of the void, there are many mysterious symbols that are wandering and difficult to describe their concrete forms.
They form a dynamic, strange door around the darkness that even light cannot penetrate.
Lumian and Franca's spirits involuntarily flew towards the door, and before they could get closer, they heard a faint sound coming from inside.
This seems to contain the mysteries of all worlds in the entire universe, and it is also like the madness, self-destruction, and darkness hidden in everyone's heart.
The closer he got to the dynamic door, the more obvious the whispers became, causing Lumian and Franka's heads to throb violently, but there was a strong, instinctive desire to drive them into the door, overlapping and fitting with the intangible behind the door, establishing a secret connection to gain knowledge of the essence, the source, the transcendent, the powerful.
Countless mysterious symbols continued to swim around, the door was vaguely open, and a large number of intangible things that could only sense their existence but could not see their specific form swarmed to the crack of the door.
With a buzz, Lumian and Franka's minds went blank, as if they had been smashed hard by a giant hammer.
The murmurs they had heard before came to life in their minds, and each word became a shadowy, bizarre creature that eroded into every corner of the spirit body and flesh and blood.
Franka's eyes suddenly widened, and her flaxen-colored hair floated in the air, vaguely thickening a little.
The corners of her eyes, her nostrils, her ears, her mouth, and many of her pores were all overflowing with blood, as if some demon was trying to separate her flesh and skin from her skin.
Franka's mind was in intense turmoil, like a human being thrown into a factory blender.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the "resentful soul" attached to her broke away from this "Witch of Pleasure".
Wearing a short black formal suit, the "resentful soul" with a little green in his eyes immediately opened his mouth and let out a piercing scream.
The sound of shattering between illusion and reality sounded at the same time, and Franka's body disappeared into the easy chair, appearing in the only bedroom.
Although the "mirror stand-in" was naturally stimulated, she just got rid of the possible out-of-control effects and still fell into a coma, losing consciousness on the spot.
Under the mirror fragments of a broken armchair, Lumian, who was also hit by the double blow of murmuring and screaming, was in much better condition than Franka.
Every time he ascended the order or prayed for a gift, he would be affected by a more powerful and terrifying whisper, relying on the protection of the seal and his own perseverance to persist again and again, and had a relatively high resistance to such attacks.
At this time, although he also had severe pain in his head, lack of thinking, and ruptured capillaries in many parts, he still did not completely lose his instinctive reactions and basic thoughts, he just bent his back unconsciously, and his face twisted fiercely in patches of blood.
The next second, the "resentful soul" disappeared in front of the easy chair, reflecting Lumian's blue eyes.
His head instantly became blurry, his body felt cold, and his blood seemed to freeze into white frost.
While he could still think about it to a certain extent, Lumian immediately used the "Spirit Shuttle" ability to get out of this room and move a few hundred meters.
He knew very well that the "Secret Puppet Master" did not have the ability to become a "vengeful soul", even if he had similar magical items, with their fighting style, he would not be able to play in person, so the "resentful soul" possessed by him was most likely a puppet, and a puppet, once it was out of the control of the "Secret Puppet Master", would lose control and no longer play a role.
At that time, Lumian will "teleport" back and try to take Franka away.
Although this will basically make him lose his ability to fight, it also abolishes a secret puppet of "Loki", so that the other party must weigh whether to stud directly or retreat cautiously, after all, he doesn't know how many times Lumian's spirituality can support "teleportation", this is not the ability that "Arsonist" should have, "Loki" is very likely unable to judge accurately!
Just as Lumian was about to activate the mark of "Spirit World Shuttle", a rather magnetic voice sounded in his ears:
"Give up."
The sound swished into Lumian's spirit body, bringing a wave of chaos that interrupted his attempts.
Immediately afterwards, his thoughts began to become stagnant, and his body became more and more stiff and dull.
The magnetic voice laughed unabashedly:
"I don't know what trap you made in your room, it may be related to 'Hela', after all, without her cooperation, you can't pretend to be a 'Muggle' and sneak into the research group, right, Aurore. Lee's younger brother Lumian. "Mr. Li, I've seen your wanted notice."
"In Trier, the most accessible extraordinary is the 'hunter' route, so there is a saying circulating:
"Don't fight him at a 'hunter's home.
"No one knows what strange traps the 'hunters' will bury in their 'homes'.
"I don't want to take risks, and I don't plan to face 'Hela', although I'm not too afraid of her, unless she has figured out a way and becomes a demigod, in short, why should I fight him in a 'hunter's home'? My choice is to raid the 'Hidden Blade' to lure you to your rescue, transfer you away from your home field, and fight in my preset place.
"In the afternoon temptation, I was sure that there was an item between you that observed each other's state or established some kind of occult connection, well, it should be an exchange of 'mirror stand-ins', hehe, what do you think my other secret puppet was doing at that time?
"Actually, I don't want to kill the 'hidden sword', nor do I plan to turn her into a 'secret puppet', a living 'witch' tastes better, and I can even use this encounter to make her both painful and desperate......"
This voice did not have the ability to "provoke", but every word made Lumian's anger skyrocket.
And these words can obviously affect the spirit and spirit body, always interfering with Lumian's ability to use, coupled with the double restrictions of "resentful possession" and "secret puppet master", Lumian almost turned into a statue that could not speak or move, standing stiff in place, waiting for the final judgment of fate to come.
A faint gray mist filled the room, making it difficult for the movement here to reach the outside world.
The magnetic voice smiled and continued:
"It shouldn't have been so troublesome, but it's a pity that you have a high-ranking person sealed in your body, only by puppeting the secret can you ensure my safety, I don't want to face a high-ranking person after your death, no one knows that he will thank me, or kill me too.
"Are you wondering why I recognize you? The seal on your body, others will most likely not be able to sense it, but in my eyes, it is as vivid as a firefly in the dark night, as soon as you arrive at the room where the typewriter is placed, I am sure you are the one pretending to be a 'Muggu', so unless you can throw me away for a while, like the first anti-stalking, I can keep up with you without a secret puppet.
"Yes, I knew you had something wrong with you when you showed up at the party and came to our April Fool's Day group, I suspected that the 'Muggle' relied on the seal and got rid of the split of souls, who knows, she did die, you are her brother.
"Haha, I still remember that in the second half of last year, every time she attended a party, she would find 'I have a friend' to treat the psychological problems and mental dangers caused by the incorrect use of 'soul summoning', and 'I have a friend' would tell us her pain, her desires, her struggles, her softness, and her changes again and again.
"It's pretty bad, it's completely against the doctor's guidelines, but it's fun, it's fun, and it gives us enough sense of accomplishment to make us all laugh there."
Hearing this, Lumian's mind buzzed.
When "Loki" pointed out his vulnerability, he was just a little annoyed, but when "Loki" described what happened to Aurore, he was extremely angry.
Aurore fell ill and sincerely went to the doctor for treatment, but the doctor not only perfunctory to her, but also regarded her pain and misery as a source of happiness, and betrayed her privacy again and again, telling others about her condition and her struggles, and making them laugh at her behind her back.
Moreover, the "Soul Summoning Technique" was sold to Aurore by this group.
Damn!
This group of people, every one, deserves to die!
It is worth it, the most tragic, and the way to die!
Although his thoughts were stuttering, Lumi's anger finally erupted, igniting his spirit and spreading to his flesh and blood.
He didn't control it, and he couldn't control it even if he was constantly disturbed.
Crimson flames began to emerge from Lumian's body, and Lumian's eyes were highlighted by tiny red tubes, full of ferocious blood.
This is a precursor to a loss of control, and if it continues, he will really lose control.
But Lumian was not afraid and even took the initiative to cooperate.
Even if I lose control and become a madman, I want to drag you, this group of people, together, into the abyss!
Relying on the body's "instinctive reaction", the crimson flames spread in all directions, which burned the "resentful soul", ignited the furniture, and created a fire.
Unfortunately, this did not have much effect on the "Loki" and the vengeful puppet who were hiding everywhere, and in a short period of time, the flames did not burn to that extent.
The only thing it did was to stop the magnetic voice for two seconds before he laughed again:
"It's useless, I know, you mainly want to rely on flames to ask for help from the outside world, not to attack me, but I deceived the 'Hidden Sword' before, saying that it was to speed up the progress, but in fact, it was to use the power of gray mist to create a special environment and close the information here.
"If you do your best, you can indeed break the barrier of the remnant mist, after all, I can't ask for too much power, but now, it's useless."
As soon as "Loki" finished speaking, a crazy, terrifying, violent, and exaggerated aura emerged from Lumian, directly breaking through the division of the light mist and rushing towards the sky.
(End of this chapter)