Aggregate ...... Destiny is destined...... It won't be room 7, Vazan. Sanson and his family, right? Lumian's mind flashed with thought, without any hesitation, directly stimulated the black mark on his right shoulder.
"Shuttle through the spiritual world"!
He and Jane disappeared and the destination was the entrance of the Golden Rooster Hotel - he had not yet been to the market avenue of the world in the painting, and he did not know the coordinates of the "spirit world" there.
The spiritual world of the world in the painting is still composed of various layered and rich color blocks and countless transparent and strange figures, but the seven clear and pure rays of light at the "top" appear quite blurry, as if separated by many pieces of frosted glass.
With spiritual guidance, Lumian locked the corresponding coordinates at the gate of the Golden Rooster Hotel and walked directly through it.
He and Jian Na's figures quickly broke away from the spirit world here and came to the street.
However, what caught Lumian's eye was the building at 3 White Coat Street, where he and Jane Na were standing just now.
They failed to leave this street and turned into a chaotic street, but came from the other side of the road to this side of the road, only crossing a distance of seven or eight meters.
"People in the Ring"...... Jane and I are already trapped in the "Ring"? Lumian turned his head sideways and unsurprisingly saw a beautiful woman in room 7 of the suspected "hostel" standing four or five meters away, on the same side as the two of them.
"Vazan. Sansong?" Lumian asked in a deep voice.
He temporarily abandoned the idea of teleportation, as the previous attempt had proven to be ineffective in helping them get out of White Coat Street.
While Lumian was speaking, Jane Na had quietly taken out a mirror, ready to use black magic to attack from behind.
She felt that Ciel had to ask questions at such a tense and critical time, rather than a series of strikes, to distract the enemy's attention and help her create a chance for a fatal blow.
——Although she heard Lumian mention Vazan. Sanson is the sequence 4 "Man in the Ring" of the Fate Path, the saint of the gift, a real demigod and half-human, compared to the middle and low sequencers, there have been qualitative changes in all aspects, and the entire small team is not an opponent together, but I think I have to give it a try, fight hard, and I can't give up resistance.
The woman in a white dress and a beautiful face heard Lumian's question, and once again showed that slightly erratic and withdrawn smile:
"It seems you know a lot ......"
Before "she" finished speaking, Lumian had already taken a step forward and "hummed" a sound.
Two white lights flew out of his nostrils and landed on the woman suspected to be room 7.
Although after he was promoted to Sequence 6, the power of the "Hum Ha Technique" increased again, but he still didn't feel that it could really work on a saint, at most let him shake it.
The reason why Lumian chose to do this instead of wearing "torture" gloves, and the various negative effects on the "incontractor" was because as a "conspirator", he keenly discovered a detail:
He and Jane were already trapped in the "ring", but Vazan. Sanson did not leave room 7, still staying in the body of the beautiful woman.
This will obviously affect his performance.
Therefore, he either had a negative effect of arrogant contractual ability, or he could not leave the room of the "hostel" for some reason.
Combined with the previous speculation about the world in the painting and the "hostel" situation as a ritual guess, Lumian prefers the latter possibility.
In that case, my "humming technique" can't affect you, nor can it affect your room?
It's just a mannequin contaminated by the "painter" path and painted with a special pattern, equivalent to a monster in the middle sequence!
With the fall of two white lights, the woman in the white dress with a beautiful face fell into a coma.
Almost at the same time, Lumian and Jenna's eyes were all in a flower, and their heads were slightly dizzy.
By the time they saw the scene in front of them clearly, they had returned to the exit of the building at No. 3 White Coat Street, looking diagonally opposite the woman wearing a long white suspender skirt with a beautiful face.
The corners of the woman's mouth curled up, but she didn't repeat the words she said during the last meeting.
"People in the ring"!
Lumian knew that he and Jane were really trapped in the loop, and the attack on room 7 was a trigger point in the restart loop.
Similarly, he also determined that Vazan. Sansong and his family cannot come out of Room 7 before something is over, they can only exert influence on the outside world through obstacles, otherwise they should "open the door" now and deal with themselves with all their might, in order to control the target of the sealed angel in their bodies in the shortest possible time and in the most effective way!
Even if Vazan. Sansong has the negative effect of arrogance, and his three children can't all be like this!
Lumian did not hesitate and directly sank his thoughts into his right palm.
A few bright red scars suddenly appeared on his palms.
An extremely crazy, extremely violent, and high-ranking aura suddenly emerged, soaring straight into the sky, as if looking down on the land.
Alistair Tuduo!
Lumian inspired the brand of the "Blood Emperor".
This has no real effect in reality, it can only make the people and objects around you feel a little scared and tremble slightly, but the reaction of the world in the painting is beyond Lumian's expectations:
The sky suddenly turned dark red, and the sun in the west was dyed a bit of iron, shaking from side to side.
White Coat Street and even the whole world seemed to have encountered an earthquake, shaking non-stop.
Vendors and pedestrians on the road, residents and animals on both sides, then blurred and distorted.
The beautiful woman in room 7 of the "hostel" was stunned, trembling instinctively, and wanted to hug herself tightly.
The invisible power that envelops half of the street in white coats stands out, like transparent glass.
It suddenly shattered, with multiple cracks.
Seeing this, Lumian grabbed Jianna's shoulder and once again stimulated the black mark on his right shoulder.
This time, they passed through the local "spirit world" and arrived at the door of the Golden Rooster Hotel in the blink of an eye, and did not return to the "ring".
The world in the painting is between the real and the illusory, and is very sensitive to the breath of the high-ranking person, so it will be affected by substance? Lumian's thoughts flashed, and he heard a rumbling sound in the distance.
That direction is Market Avenue!
Lumian and Jane looked at each other, and a term appeared in their minds:
Breeze Ballroom!
"The black hole corresponding to the Breeze Dance Hall has changed?
"It's the 'Blood Emperor' Alistair. The follow-up changes brought about by Tuduo's breath, or is the ritual officially launched, and disaster is about to begin?" Lumian's thoughts turned and he ran wildly in the direction of Market Avenue.
Jane Na reacted no slower than him and made the same choice.
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Underground, in a cave that cannot be perceived by the outside world.
The rock wall here has been remodeled, with many vertical gaps.
If someone familiar with the map of Trier enters this place and looks down from above, they will find that this corresponds to parts of the Market Avenue, with a rock wall equal to one side of a street and a longitudinal gap representing an alley.
There are realistic oil paintings on each rock wall, with different styles of buildings, iron-black street lamps, pedestrians dressed as small staff, vendors selling various goods, and the scenes from each window are all vivid and natural.
This is almost the same as some scenes of the corresponding streets.
At the rock wall representing the east side of Market Avenue, three people in white shirts and vests are using mural tools to draw an intricate, bright red gate at the location corresponding to the Breeze Ballroom.
Their bodies were covered in paint, and their eyes were filled with indescribable detachment, as if they were not seeing a rock wall, but a distant world.
The bright red gate on the rock wall mysteriously disappeared after only one-fifth of the painting was drawn each time, and the three painters had to start over and again, trying repeatedly, but to no avail.
Suddenly, the mine shook gently, and one after another faint, almost imperceptible cracks appeared on the surface of the rock wall painted with different scenes.
The female painter in the blue beret and the male painter in the red pants looked up at the market avenue depicted on the rock wall.
In the next second, they pressed their hands on the surface of the rock wall, and their figures disappeared.
And on that huge oil painting, there were suddenly two more people, one was a woman, wearing a blue beret, and the other was a man, wearing red pants, both of them were wearing white shirts and open beige vests.
Only a painter in his twenties with black pants and tassels was left at the scene, with brown hair and a ring of beard around his mouth.
At this time, his flaxen eyes faded away a lot of the sense of detachment and distance, and he looked around cautiously.
Seeing that the shaking of the mine was limited to this place, and the changes in the world in the painting were not transmitted, the young painter breathed a sigh of relief and refocused his gaze on the empty breeze ballroom, as if thinking about whether to change the way or wait until the right node to try.
At this moment, the part connecting the rock wall and the ground suddenly protruded a white bone palm.
It is yellowish in color, withered in texture, and covered with iron-colored rust, making it look very old.
As soon as the white bone palm appeared, it grabbed the young painter's ankle and wanted to drag him deep into the dirt.
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Late at night, Memorial Parish, 11 Spring Street.
Franka's dreams are bizarre, and all kinds of bizarre scenes are pieced together into absurd stories.
Suddenly, she woke up and subconsciously turned her gaze to her side.
Although the crimson moonlight outside the window was blocked by the curtains, and the bedroom environment was extremely dark, it did not prevent her from clearly seeing the velvet quilt next to her, empty, without Gardner. Martin.
Franka's pupils dilated suddenly, and she was shocked and suspicious.
She was not surprised by Gardner. Martin was gone, she wasn't surprised by what the other party did, what she didn't expect was that she was completely unaware.
Witches are a very spiritual way, and it is impossible for people sleeping next to them to get out of bed and leave, and Franka didn't wake up until the temperature on the other side of the bed really dropped!
Franka quickly turned over and got out of bed, quickly got dressed, and opened the bedroom door.
The corridor was dark and unusually quiet.
(End of this chapter)