Boom!
Faced with the sudden extinguishing of the white candle, he couldn't help but burst into a foul language, and subconsciously wanted to stimulate the black mark on his right shoulder and "teleport" directly out of the catacombs.
At this time, he felt the bone-eroding coldness in the palm of his right hand, causing a slight tingling pain.
This made his mind clearer, and he did not notice any other bad changes in his body.
Sure enough...... Lumian instantly regained his composure and abandoned the idea of using the Spirit Shuttle ability.
His guess was confirmed!
He quietly held his right palm, preventing the prominent marks of the "Underworld" seal from being "seen" by other things in the darkness.
After being mistaken for the same kind by the old, decayed, and apparently abnormal tomb keeper, Lumian suspected that this was caused by the seal of the "Underworld".
You must know that the "Samaritan Woman's Spring" is closely related to the "Hades", and one of the important reasons for the construction of the Trier Catacombs should be to seal the spillover influence of the "Samaritan Woman's Spring", and the tomb keepers will also take turns guarding the huge tomb leading to the "Samaritan Woman's Spring".
Since the tomb manager who has undergone an anomaly can walk in the darkness of the catacombs without carrying a lit white candle and will not disappear, then he should theoretically be able to do so with the seal of the "Underworld"!
Of course, this was very risky, and once he guessed wrong, he would die along with all the traces that had existed, so that Lumian had already had crazy thoughts, but he still couldn't make up his mind.
In the sheer darkness where the eyes could no longer see anything, Lumian felt like he was in the underground river of Trier, surrounded by cold, dampness, heaviness, and dead silence.
But his breathing did not become difficult, his body and soul were drawing air from the rich dark "water" in strange ways, maintaining their own existence.
He seemed to have become a fish in the deep water.
Darkness is indeed like a stream of water, covering and pressing down layer by layer, isolating this space from the surrounding area and the outside world.
In the next second, Lumian heard the hoarse and indifferent voice of the old administrator:
"During this time, three people tried to get close to the spring, but I stopped them."
Three people...... Lumian lifted his spirits and said:
"Which three people?"
"Once the Dark and Dead Loved One brought a 'hunter'." The old administrator described it in his own way.
The Dark and Dead Relatives carry the "Hunter"...... Isn't it me and Ms. "Hela", no, Ms. "Hela" and me? Do you remember us...... Lumian first realized, and then scolded.
He thought that this old administrator was different from Kendall and other more active administrators, and he was close to the state of a corpse, and he recognized people not by his eyes, but by his sense of breath - Lumian entered the catacombs, and in the process of coming all the way to the "entrance of the old ossuary", he met two tomb administrators who took tourists to visit.
"Who is the other one?" Lumian asked.
Is it Harrison, or is it the catacomb-active Amon incarnate Monit?
The old tomb keeper said in a low voice:
"An outsider, he feels very close to us, but there is something different, so I stopped him."
It feels close...... Different places...... Outsiders...... After Lumian chewed on these descriptive sentences for a while, he thought that there was a high probability that it was Harrison, a visitor from Resurrection Island!
"What does he look like?" Lumian controlled his inner emotions and asked further as if calmly.
His vision could not penetrate the darkness, and he could not even see the silhouette of the old administrator's figure, but he could clearly sense that the other party was in front of him, no more than two meters apart.
He then heard the old administrator reply:
"I have been an administrator for too long, so long that I have forgotten a lot of things.
"Even death itself will disappear here, let alone our memories.
"I don't remember what he looked like, I only know that he looks different from our Intis, and he doesn't look like the Runes or Fussaks."
After a short pause, the tomb keeper said in a calm tone:
"It's time for me to go back and rest......"
Lumian did not dissuade him and did not ask again.
This is because although he did not hear footsteps or feel any movement ahead, he suddenly had a very clear thought:
"That person has left."
They don't look like the Intis, Runes, or Fussaks...... Outsiders...... In recent months, I have visited the fourth level of the catacombs...... Lumian passed the answer of the tomb keeper in his mind over and over again.
Suddenly, he thought of something:
Franka mentioned that she met a man in the catacombs who seemed to be from the world of the "Celestial Master", that is, the world before they crossed over, and her judgment was based on the fact that the other person looked very close to that world, and there was a certain difference from the people of Intis, Rune, Fenepot, and Fursak!
"So, Franka met the one who dissuaded the old administrator from leaving? And that person was probably Harrison, a visitor from Easter Island......
"Easter Island is actually a node where two worlds meet?
"The reason why the chart to Resurrection Island is wrong is because there is no occult content attached, and even if you reach the predetermined sea area, you will only encounter danger and cannot see the target?
"This can well explain the divination results of Franka's 'Nautical Chart is True' and the example of adventurers not finding Resurrection Island, then the chart is indeed real, but there is no record of how to open the 'Island Gate'!
"If this is the case, the reason why Franka and the others were crossed and the purpose of the Easter Island islanders haunting the northern and southern continents should have a deeper explanation......
"The good thing now is that Franka has seen the suspected Harrison and has drawn a corresponding portrait through the ritual, which helps us find the target later.
"Hehe, Franka and Jenna's exploration obtained a lot of key information about important things, full of arranged atmosphere.
"This may not be the one who did it, but it is likely to be inseparable from the incarnation of Amon who often haunts here......"
The most confusing thing about Lumian now is why the "real creator" or Amon attaches importance to this matter, the "help" they provided before was basically related to fighting against the evil gods outside the barrier, and did not involve the problems of another world.
"Well, is that Heavenly Venerable an evil god outside the barrier?
"He comes from the world of 'Heavenly Master'?
"Is this also part of the evil god's invasion?"
Lumian made a slight guess and considered another question:
That is, whether to tell Franka about this, tell "007", tell Ms. "Hela", and tell other members of the "Curly Baboon Research Society".
Lumian can already imagine what it will look like:
Some of the members of the "Curly Baboon Research Society", including Franka, went out to sea frantically and one after another, looking for the Easter Island marked on the chart, but they couldn't find the danger of Easter Island, and found it even more dangerous!
And Lumian wants to see Franka maintain her current state:
In addition to being entangled in gender, I have always been happy.
After a moment of silence, Lumian laughed slightly gaffe, and whispered to himself in a dark underwater environment:
"Will you not look for a way to resurrect Aurore because of the danger and the expectations of others?
"Will you give up resisting because of danger and other people's expectations?
"Will you not merge with Omibella's bloodline because of danger and other people's expectations?
"No!"
Lumian made a decision and began to focus on the environment around him.
He couldn't see anything, but he vaguely felt that there were figures wandering in the darkness, and felt that a pair of hands seemed to be reaching out to him, grabbing his arms, grabbing his ankles, grabbing his neck, grabbing his body, but it had no real impact.
No, one thing, Lumian was obviously colder, with the physical characteristics of the "Reaper", he almost couldn't help but shrink his pores and trembled slightly.
He also heard wandering, painful, desperate cries, but could not tell which direction they were coming from.
"Are these the people who disappeared in the catacombs before?" Lumian tries to listen carefully, find one or two missing people, and figure out their current status, but to no avail.
Suddenly, he shivered.
That coldness and dead silence filled his mind.
His thinking became a little dull, and his memories of some things became a little blurry.
"The seal of the 'Underworld' only keeps me from disappearing on the spot, even the traces of the past die, but it can't stop me from being slowly eroded by the anomaly here, just like those tomb keepers? Moreover, I was eroded significantly faster than they ......" Lumian snapped a flame and lit the white candle in his hand.
Feelings of darkness, coldness, heaviness, dead silence, dampness and coldness suddenly receded with the diffusion of light.
Lumian glanced at the candle in his hand, nodded and said to himself:
"I just understood the seals of the 'Underworld Daoists' as alternative white candles, but now it seems that they are different, completely different in essence.
"One comes from the anomaly that is sealed, and the other uses the power to seal here?"
In the midst of his thoughts, Lumian held a burning white candle and returned the same way.
When he returned to the "entrance of the old ossuary", he saw that the previous college students were gone.
"Are you scared away?" Lumian sneered, slowly left the catacombs, and returned to Purgatory Square.
Memorial Parish, 9 Orose Street, Apartment 702.
Franka, who was about to go out to collect information about the "people in the mirror", saw Lumian again.
"Why are you here again?" The "Witch of Pleasure" asked with a slight twitch of her mouth.
ps: At the beginning of the month, I asked for a double monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)