Chapter 695 "Die First and Live After"
appeared again? Lumian motioned for Lugano and the others to let go of his hand, and asked Amandina:
"Where is he?"
Amandina's blue eyes stared at the entrance of the Black Tomb, and the end of the River of Dead Silence said:
"He was sitting there, crossed legs."
As she spoke, Amandina closed her eyes and looked away, the surface of her originally smooth and delicate skin was bulging one after another, each pimple looked like it was about to crack and grow something.
This is because she saw the illusory river of dead silence, and saw the pale goat wearing a golden mask walking with difficulty in the deep water.
The pale goat's limbs had lost all their fluff, were highly decomposed, and flowed with fishy yellow pus, and this trend was spreading rapidly to its body.
Affected by the "Hate Movement", Leasa's already pale and cold face, which was struggling internally, suddenly lost the last trace of blood.
The back of his hands, his neck, and his cheeks, pieces of skin slowly festered, making him feel like a corpse that had been dead for some time.
The decay trend on pale goats slowed down.
But the river of dead silence it created with the help of the Black Tomb became more and more illusory, obviously narrowed, and dried up.
The rag doll wearing an evil gothic dress floated forward again, following the retreating river of dead silence.
Suddenly, it turned its body sideways and looked at the green-eyed man made of human skin and blood.
The green-eyed man happened to look at it as well.
The hatred, hatred and madness in the scarlet eyes of the evil ragdoll exploded, and the black gothic skirt wrapped with eerie vines burst out one hole after another, and a large number of rags either drifted or hung down, and the whole became tattered.
The green-eyed man in a dark gray formal suit seemed to be intact, but after he took a step forward, he left two footprints filled with bright red blood in place, and the smell of sulfur quickly dissipated.
One step, two steps, three steps, each step left bright red footprints, drop after drop of liquid that began to darken from the human skin.
Evilista. Eggers finally recovered from the explosion of emotions and desires brought about by the "Hate Movement", he glanced at the evil rag doll that was already quite tattered, and took out another item from the hidden pocket of his clothes.
It was a palm-sized puppet.
This puppet seems to be spliced together by a child of a few years old, with two arms up and down, two legs up and down, and a face painted with red, yellow and white oil paint, at first glance, like a clown in a circus.
Ivelista infused her spirituality into this ugly and deformed puppet.
The puppet suddenly disappeared into Ivelista's palm.
Immediately afterwards, it first appeared in the dark brown eyes of this descendant of the Aegus family, and then jumped into the green eyes of a human-skin man.
The human skin man in a dark gray formal suit suddenly became stiff and slow.
Lumian didn't dare to look at the situation over there, and quickly took his gaze back.
And after Amandina closed her eyes and looked away, the tiny pimples on her body disappeared one after another and no longer stood out.
She looked curiously and ran in the direction of the green-eyed man, as if she was so frightened that she almost collapsed, and the monster suspected of being a demon quickly examined the situation around her.
She immediately saw the huge demonic body in front of her, the incomplete corpses lying on the ground, and the black bone flute that fell under a palm tree.
"There, there's something there." She pulled down Lumian's sleeve and whispered.
Could it be a powerful item that fell out of the tomb keeper's body?
Lumian glanced at it and smiled at Amandina and the others in a low voice,
"Pretend not to see it, don't pick it up, don't even come close."
"Hate Movement" was deliberately left there and did not pick it up immediately.
In this case, playing the "Hate Movement" again is much more likely to hurt his companions than hitting the enemy's weak points, and as the "Reaper", there is no need to use the "Hate Movement" to poke the target.
Therefore, he pretended not to have time to pick up the "Hate Movement" to see if any enemies would use it against him.
If something similar really happens, the fate of the bloody disaster attached to the "Hate Movement", except for Lumian himself and the three divine items, no one present can bear it.
This is a trap arranged casually.
As the huge demon Dwajo turned into fled to the human-skin man, approaching the receding river of dead silence, a short figure came out of the road in the jungle.
The figure was a seven or eight-year-old boy, wearing cute pajamas, wearing cute nightcaps, yellow hair and face were dirty, full of oil, dregs and blood.
As soon as he saw the little boy, Lugano felt severe pain in the half of his right hand that had been lost.
"Got it." He was so frightened that his teeth kept colliding.
Camus and the others, who noticed his abnormal reaction, asked in astonishment:
"What's wrong?"
Following Lugano's gaze, Amandina, Camus, and Rhea saw the little boy.
The former turned his head sideways in astonishment, looked at Lumian and said:
"Then, isn't that your godson?
"Why did he come here? It's dangerous!"
"No, he's not dangerous." Camus remembered that Colobo met Louis. Berry's exaggerated reaction when he taught his son reminded him of some of the words spoken by his companion in the "Destiny" path, and said with a solemn expression, "We should be the ones in danger."
Without waiting for Amandina and Rhea to ask questions, Camus looked at Lumian and frowned slightly:
"What now?"
As a godfather, you should have a way to control your godson, right?
Lumian glanced at Ludwig, who was walking briskly and chasing the demon, then looked at the corpses all over the ground and the demonic body of "Hisoka", and replied with a smile:
"It's not a big problem."
There is enough food here to create an effective seal!
As for why Ludwig went all the way to the Black Tomb area, Lumian probably thought of the reason:
They didn't know how to stay awake in this special dream, and when the "Dream Festival" began, they left the Briu Hotel and rushed towards the Black Tomb.
In the process, the man and woman passed by the second floor, allowing Ludwig to smell the food, so he gave up the vulgar food and followed behind, chasing here at a speed suitable for a seven or eight-year-old boy.
At this moment, Ludwig's brown eyes only had the demon of Dwajo.
"Why is it not a big problem?" Amandina put on a look of "I lack occult knowledge, don't deceive me".
Lumian smiled and pointed to the huge demon who fled to the green-eyed man in embarrassment:
"He's here to hunt down that monster."
"Chasing? He?" Amandina looked blankly to the left and to the right.
A little boy wearing yellow star blue pajamas, only seven or eight years old, is chasing a pitch-black demon nearly three meters tall, with curved goat horns and bat-like wings on his back?
It's a dream, right?
The green-eyed man who was close to human skin and blood, after approaching the black tomb, Devajo felt a little more at ease, but his mind was still full of images of his tongue being roasted, his brain being dug out by a soup spoon, and his arms and thighs being gnawed by the little boy.
What kind of monster is this? Dewajo was extremely frightened to see the little boy still walking quickly towards him.
At this moment, Amandina, who glanced in this direction, shouted:
"The figure is looking at the man in the black robe."
Ivelista? Lumian then looked over and did not find Ivelista. Eggers was in an abnormal situation.
Amandina looked away, slowed down for a moment, and looked over again.
She explained quickly:
"He didn't look at the man in the black robe, he was looking at the demon!"
Amandina suddenly stopped, retracted her gaze, and frowned:
"What does that figure seem to be saying...... I don't understand, but I can understand the meaning."
"What did he say?" Lumian asked.
Amandina didn't dare to look in the direction of the Black Tomb anymore, organized her words, and said while recalling:
"It probably means:
"Everyone in the world knows that crawling insects can form pupae, and after the chrysalis breaks, butterflies will fly out.
"An ordinary bug can transform into a flying butterfly and change its own life form, why?"
Amandina's voice changed unconsciously, as if she had been affected in some way.
She paused for a moment and said the answer to the question just now in a low and gloomy voice:
"Die first and then relive, and become a god......"
Before Amandina finished speaking, Devajo, who was in a demonic state, suddenly stiffened.
He saw his flesh and blood rotting rapidly, and fell in large chunks due to the decay, exposing his white bones.
In just a few seconds, the demon lost consciousness and disintegrated into a pile of carrion and white bones.
The carrion and white bones were mixed together like their own vitality, intertwining to form a human-sized chrysalis.
The flesh and blood chrysalis quickly cracked, and a human-headed bird-bodied monster with white feathers flew out from inside.
This monster absorbed all the flesh and blood chrysalis, instantly enlarged a lot, and its form changed to a certain extent.
The lower part of its head rapidly elongated and enlarged, as if it had its own body, and the flesh and blood of the "waist" of the body grew together with the bird's body, all covered with white feathers with light butter stains.
"Hahaha!" Dewajo, who had countless white feathers growing in his eyes, nostrils, face, and fingertips, laughed out loud.
He slapped the white feather bird body below and flew up, as if riding the other party and rushing into the sky.
Dewajo flew higher and higher, gradually blurring, and then he spiraled down and plunged into the black tomb.
Lumian, who witnessed this scene, looked at the door of the Black Tomb again, but still couldn't see the invisible figure in Amandina's mouth.
His heart moved, and he took two steps forward and found the strange golden mask from the body of "Hisoka".
(End of this chapter)