Lumian let go of his hand, pressed his left chest, silently praised Mr. "Fool", and then took Amandina towards the bottom of the slope in the gray mist.
The more Amandina walked, the more uncomfortable she became more and more uncomfortable with her current state, and the coldness from the bottom of her heart made her feel like she had died and became a corpse, and there seemed to be another one in her body that she wanted to tear out.
"Let's go back?" She said to Lumian hesitantly.
"It's almost time to reach the destination." Lumian pointed in the direction where the sound of illusory water came from faintly, and then added, "If you really decide to go back now, I can fulfill your request."
Amandina hesitated for a few seconds:
"It's all on the edge......"
Isn't it in vain to go back now?
Lumian laughed and said:
"Don't worry, when it really reaches an unbearable stage, I will definitely run faster than you."
"I'm more worried about you when you say that......" Amandina whispered.
Lumian continued to move forward, thought for a moment:
"Wait for me to let you close your eyes, you will close your eyes, let you open them, and you will open them immediately."
"Okay." In such an environment, Amandina can only choose to trust Lumian.
Soon, the gray mist in front of them became very light, revealing a pond-sized spring eye.
Pale water surged in the spring, surrounded by dark things with indescribable colors.
Amandina saw a patch of wet, plant-like black hair floating in the water, and there seemed to be multiple looming figures hidden at the bottom, which seemed to have just drowned, struggling to crawl out.
At the same time, she noticed a lady wandering next to the spring, dressed in a white robe, draped in black hair, with exquisite features to perfection, and a holy temperament that seemed to belong to a tomb.
Amandina was attracted at once, if it weren't for the lady's dull and cold eyes, lacking the necessary charm, if the spring water hadn't shrunk back into the dark hole that even light couldn't penetrate, she might not have been able to extricate herself.
Lumian also saw the figure of Crismona, and a few thoughts flashed through his mind:
"You can bring Jane here and meet Christmana directly, you don't have to wait until she is promoted every time......
"It is still unknown whether the ghosts bound around the Samaritan Woman's Spring can communicate normally, whether they will attack the 'witches' who approach them indiscriminately, and whether they will become abnormal because of this......
"I have to find a way to confirm before bringing Jianna in......"
Lumian saw that Crismona's shadow didn't even look at him, so he turned his head to Amandina and said:
"You can close your eyes."
"Okay." Amandina felt some kind of fear and closed her eyes obediently.
Lumian then took two steps forward and reached the edge of the Samaritan Woman's Spring.
In the next second, Amandina heard the sound of a roaring spring water and felt a violent and crazy aura descending on her.
She couldn't help but shiver and her knees weakened.
At the same time, she also had hallucinations, thinking that multiple figures were approaching her, each of which was extremely terrifying, the kind that would give her nightmares and die tragically if she encountered it.
Amandina screamed in fear:
"Go back!
"I want to go back!"
As she screamed, the violent and crazy aura subsided, and the multiple figures in her hallucinations also retreated.
Lumian's deep voice sounded in her ears:
"You can open your eyes."
Amandina broke free from her extreme fear and relaxed a little.
She didn't hesitate and opened her eyes.
She saw the familiar figure, wearing a rusty and strange iron crown, crystal clear skin like jade, and a white beard that fluttered gently, and it was already quite old.
At this time, the old man's figure was sitting cross-legged in the deep hole, which was shaking violently, as if something unknown wanted to squeeze it out.
Amandina's gaze fell on those eyes that were so deep that they seemed to be in the night.
Her thoughts suddenly became blurred, as if she saw a rotten and pus-oozing palm with strange feathers stretched out and pressed it on the top of her head.
She also heard old, dull, cold, and empty voices ringing in her ears.
But she couldn't understand what the voice was saying.
I don't know how long it took, Amandina woke up, and there was no longer the old man's figure in her eyes, only the deep dirt that had lost the pale spring water and Lumian squatting next to the spring, holding a golden vial and pouring water droplets.
Of course, Lumian and the others had reported to the Major Arcana about Amandina before they dared to take her into the area around the "Samaritan Woman's Spring", and the "Magician" lady also asked him to fetch a little more spring water from the "Samaritan Woman's Spring".
"What does this water do?" Amandina was no longer so nervous and fearful, and asked curiously.
"If you let your enemy drink it, he will die immediately." Lumian said casually.
Amandina's eyes lit up and she said in confusion:
"How can I make my enemies drink it......"
Lumian took the golden vial back, stood up and said:
"What did you just see and experience?"
Amandina recalled all the details and examined herself:
"But I don't understand what you're saying, the pronunciation is %¥......
"I seem to have gained new abilities that can soothe the soul and soothe emotions and desires......"
Lumian carefully memorized the pronunciation that Amandina had paraphrased, and walked back to the girl's side and said:
"You have received a new gift, the 'Requiem'."
"Yes." Amandina laughed, "I feel like my body has changed a little......"
Lumian laughed:
"Maybe you will slowly grow a white beard and wrinkles, I have heard that the gift will gradually bring the recipient closer to the high one who bestows his power, mentally and physically."
Amandina was startled:
"Me, can I not do it?"
"Take the magic medicine of the corresponding route to see if it can be hedged." Lumian crossed Amandina and walked up the slope to the burial chamber.
Amandina followed closely behind, lost in thought.
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Until Lumian and Amandina leave the catacombs, Franka, Jenna, and Anthony don't wait for Harrison, a visitor from Resurrection Island.
"Didn't show up?" Franka frowned and said, "My guess is wrong, can't you complete too strong aggregation with specificity alone? Can only those in high positions at the angel level take the initiative to use the law of aggregation?"
Jian Na's eyes rolled slightly, and she thought for a moment:
"Maybe Harrison could have sensed this deliberate aggregation and took the initiative to avoid it...... Perhaps, maybe he is not the 'god of death', 'darkness', and 'twilight' path, he has a deep understanding of death, and he is pursuing corresponding things and scenes, which does not mean that he is an extraordinary person in these paths, what if he is a scholar who studies death?"
"It's possible." Franka sighed, "Wait another five minutes, and we'll go catch up with Lumian and Amandina."
It wasn't until several people met in Apartment 702, 9 Orosay Street, that Harrison, a visitor from Easter Island, never showed up.
"Thank you, I can help you now." Amandina looked at Franka and said.
Franka looked at the girl who looked a little tired from experiencing the horror scene, and smiled:
"Don't worry, you go back first, and when you adapt to the newly acquired strength and regain the balance of your body, we will come again.
"Anyway, it's quite convenient to get from Pyros Port to Trier."
Where is it convenient? People who do not "teleport" in the mirror may not be able to reach it in two or three months...... Amandina muttered silently and accepted Franka's suggestion.
Then, she was sent back to the mirror that Franka gave her using "black tears" by Lumian and others, and got out.
At this moment, the night outside was still the same, and there were servants passing by in the corridor.
Looking at the familiar bedroom, looking at the pens and stacks of books on the desk, Amandina suddenly felt that she had been away for many days and had experienced too many things.
But it's only half a night.
During this half night, she used the mirror world to complete the round trip, visiting the bustling Trier farther away than the distance, exploring the catacombs published in magazines, and witnessing the horror of the area around the "Samaritan Woman's Spring".
After reminiscing for a while, Amandina sighed sincerely:
"It's amazing......
"A wonderful trip ......"
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Trier, 9 Orose Street, Apartment 702.
Lumian tried to repeat the voice Amandina heard.
Franka listened intently and said hesitantly:
"It seems to be, be careful, Penglai ......"
"Be careful of Penglai? The Penglai Sacred Mountain that the armor shadow said? This doesn't mean much to us......" Lumian thought.
Jana and Anthony both nodded.
"Yes." Franka immediately adjusted her mentality, "But we have achieved at least one goal, and in a few days we can summon armor shadows with Amandina!"
At that time, she planned to try to ask if she could ask what the words on Mr. "Star's" information meant.
It's quite exciting to think about it!
After chatting for a while, Anthony saw that it was getting late, so he took his leave and returned to his home.
Jane glanced at Franka pacing back and forth, looked at Lumian, and pointed to herself quietly.
Lumian shook his head slowly and pointed at himself.
After exchanging glances many times, Jian Na, who was wearing vampire makeup, pursed her lips and said to Franka:
"I'll leave first."
"Hmm." Franka didn't say much, she wanted to talk to Lumian alone about those ancient texts and the "Curly Baboon Research Society".
When Jane left, she sat down in an easy chair and stretched her limbs comfortably.
She glanced at Lumian and asked suspiciously:
"Sit down, why don't you sit down?"
Lumian looked at Franka and couldn't help but sigh again:
"I have something to tell you."
Franka looked at Lumian's expression suspiciously:
"Are you playing a prank? You are a person who can remind everyone in a playful tone, even if a disaster is about to happen.
"No, you, are you serious? Is the matter serious?"
Lumian had sensed all the mirrors in the room with "Black Tears" just now, and was roughly sure that there was no "Black Witch" gazing.
He looked at Franka, instinctively trying to pull out a smile to make himself look more relaxed, but he couldn't finish it.
Franka couldn't help but sit up straight.
Lumian spoke in a low voice:
"Jane asked me to help digest the 'Joy' magic potion."
ps: The last two days to ask for a monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)