Franka and Jane's first reaction was to quickly avoid it, in this deep underground, in the dead silence of corpses everywhere, it is worth being vigilant when encountering any living person.
But under the current circumstances, they can't avoid it, because they have to hold a lit white candle to prevent them from being swallowed up by the darkness of the catacombs, and in such an environment, the candle flame is so conspicuous that it can be seen from a distance.
Similarly, they did not dare to "hide" or hide in the shadows, not sure whether this was an act of extinguishing the candle.
After looking at each other, Franka and Jane chose to take a detour, trying to keep enough distance from the candle flame coming from afar.
In a depressing atmosphere that was so quiet that time seemed to have stopped, the two "witches" relied on the street signs on the side of the road and the black lines on the top of the cave to move cautiously towards the west on the spacious road surrounded by ancient tombs without piling up the bones of the dead.
When they were almost parallel to the candle, Franka turned her head to the side and looked through the tunnel between the two ancient tombs.
With her excellent dark vision, she saw the man holding the burning candle.
It was a man in a black robe, with dark black hair and a light layer, a soft profile of his face, pale skin, and dark brown eyes, which was different from that of the Intis.
Fenneport people? It's more similar, but there are still some differences...... Why do I feel familiar...... When have I met this person? Is it that the original owner of the body has seen it and left an impression in the depths of the memory fragments? Franka suddenly felt the urge to talk to the other party in the past.
She took a deep breath and endured.
In the dead and dark environment of the catacombs, rashly approaching strangers is likely to cause unnecessary conflicts.
Moreover, she once spent a lot of time investigating the cause of the original owner's death and his experience during his lifetime, making sure that there was nothing wrong and that she didn't care who he had seen in the past.
The man in the black robe also glanced sideways at the two "witches", and seeing that they had no intention of approaching, he continued to move forward and disappeared behind an ancient tomb.
"It doesn't look like a college student." Jane retracted her gaze and ruled out an option.
If the person just now was not a college student who entered the fourth floor of the catacombs simply out of curiosity and seeking excitement, it means that he has his own and quite clear purpose...... Accepted the commission to find antiques, or was his ancestors buried in which tomb room on this floor to worship? Or an extraordinary person with a deep understanding of the occult to study the special and sealed composition of the catacombs? Or, like Jane and I, to chase the revelation given by those three Night Pillars? Franka's thoughts flashed and he thought of a variety of possibilities.
On the fourth floor of the catacombs, there are two Night Pillars, namely the "Marian Night Pillar" and the "Rius Night Pillar".
The former is the "Goddess of the Night" church pope in the Fourth Age, and the latter is the relatives of the ancient god of death, who both fell in the "War of the Four Emperors" and fell in Trier in the Fourth Age.
After telling Jana his analysis, Franka waved her right hand without a candle and said:
"Don't worry about his purpose, as long as it doesn't affect our search for the shadow of Christmona."
I didn't want to care, obviously you thought about a bunch of possibilities...... I feel the urge in your heart, do you really want to investigate that person just now...... With her knowledge of Franka, Jana keenly grasped her companion's thoughts, but she just laughed secretly and didn't break through.
Sometimes, Franka still wants to save face!
After walking along the current road for nearly a quarter of an hour, they arrived at a natural cave called the "Crazy Mushroom Cave".
The entrance here is sealed by dense, pale and black mushrooms.
"How can there be so many mushrooms?" Franka looked at it curiously.
Without waiting for Jian Na to speak, she herself added:
"Okay, okay, I know, now is not the time to explore adventures."
"Zhen, I didn't stop you, maybe Christmona's shadow is in the mushroom cave." Ever since entering the fourth floor of the catacombs, she has been very depressed, and Jianna, who feels confined, vents her inner discomfort with swear words.
Franka was about to respond when she suddenly saw a figure standing around the corner in front of her.
The figure was wearing a simple and simple white robe, with soft black hair, exquisite facial features, and a holy temperament, as beautiful as if it had come out of human imagination.
She is a woman, and just standing there is a stark contrast to the darkness, dead silence and filth that surrounds her.
Christ Munna! The name flashed through Franka and Jenna's minds at the same time.
They really met the shadow of the suspected high-sequence "witch" of Chrismona!
Calming down, Jane stared at the figure and tried to say in ancient Hermes:
"Hello."
The female figure that was so beautiful that it was unreal, but it was extremely eye-catching, and the corners of her mouth curled up little by little, showing a very faint smile.
This made her charm completely explode.
Whether it was Jane Na or Franka, they were lost in that smile at this moment, and there was only one thought left in their minds:
Stay close to her, stay close to her......
They felt like moths, knowing that the beauty was very dangerous, but they still couldn't help but want to get closer and closer.
One-step, two-step, three-step...... The two "witches" were fascinated and walked towards the female figure in a plain white robe with a stunning face.
After walking a distance, Jian Na instinctively sighed a little, and showed pity:
"She smiles so beautifully, why did she sigh before?
"What sad thing has she ever encountered?
"Sigh......
Jane woke up suddenly, feeling that this female figure in a white robe was not necessarily the same as Christmona, who had sighed and protected herself and others, at least not exactly!
Her vision instantly became clear, and she saw that the smooth black hair of the beautiful figure was all raised, each of which became extremely thick and cracked at the top, like a snake with its mouth open.
The black snake mouth was facing Janna and Franka, as if waiting for them to enter the distance they could touch.
Jane Na was shocked, quickly grabbed Franka, and shouted in a low voice:
"There is a problem!"
Franka was stunned for a moment, struggled for a few seconds, and finally broke free from that addiction.
Seeing that they all stopped completely, the holy figure in the white robe stared blankly for a few seconds, turned into a fork in the road, and disappeared into the darkness.
Shout...... Franka exhaled and said fearfully:
"Why is there no clause in the catacombs tour rules that you can't communicate with people who don't have candles?"
"It may be that even if normal humans enter the fourth layer, they will be affected by the environment here, and they will not be able to suppress their fear, and they will leave soon and will not encounter these shadows." Jane looked for a reason.
Franka glanced at her and said a little frustrated:
"You actually got rid of the charm of that female ghost earlier than me."
Jane recounted the thoughts that flashed just now.
"But I also heard Christmona's sighs and words in Trill in the Quaternary Age......" Franka raised her right hand and touched her face, "Am I really more likely to indulge in beauty?"
Speaking of this, she suddenly had some doubts:
"Actually, I've always thought it was strange that 'Crismona Nightpillar' appeared in the catacombs.
"The other two pillars, one belonging to the former Pope Marianne of the 'Church of the Night', and the other is named after Rius, the ancient Grim Reaper's favorite, the latter is the 'Archon of Death', which is very suitable for the Catacombs, and the former should be on the adjacent path of the 'Death', that is, they are both closely related to death, and their destination, and the dead, and Christmona is the 'Witch of Calamity', which is clearly different from them.
"I can understand that there is a giant pillar representing Christmona in the Fourth Age Trier, because there is a special mirror world there, and there is the divine power of the 'Primordial Witch' left over from the 'War of the Four Emperors'. There was also an angel who followed the 'Blood Emperor' to fall, why must He be the one who followed?"
Jane Na shook her head slowly and refocused her gaze on the place where the holy figure had disappeared.
She tried to walk a distance over there, and Huo Ran found that behind the place where the woman in the white robe was originally standing was an ancient tomb.
Unlike other burial chambers on the fourth floor, its tomb door is open.
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After leaving Aquinas Street, where the Solo Hotel is located, Lumian found an uninhabited alley and threw the "lie" earplug to Lugano.
"Find someone who can fake your identity, don't use the current situation." Lumian pointed to the café diagonally opposite, "I'll wait for you there."
"Yes, boss." Lugano is not embarrassed at all.
Although he did not really come to the city, he had several acquaintances who settled here.
Moreover, he is fluent in the plateau language.
Watching the translator and guide complete the disguise and return the "lie", after turning into the bar street, Lumian took Ludwig into the café where every table had a bouquet of flowers.
At this time, the sun was shining on the earth a little hotly, making everyone who came and went look lazy.
Lumian had no stage fright at all, and with the gestures of his hands, he managed to order two cups of Toler coffee with milk, a Santa egg yolk crisp wrapped in a tower shape with cream on top, a roast baby pork, and a duck stewed in pear juice.
Ludwig was pleased with this.
Lumian drank coffee and looked around, and found that the six or seven tables in the café were all men and women dating, mainly in their twenties, and only a middle-aged couple.
With Lumian's hearing, it was not difficult to capture the content of the chatter at several nearby tables, but most of them he couldn't understand and could only extract a few words:
"Ocean...... Pray...... Boarding ...... ...... island."
Talking about next month's sea prayer ceremony? Lumian looked out the window.
On the street, two young men carrying long swords quarreled for some reason, drawing their swords on the spot, as if they were going to have a duel.
(End of this chapter)