Sunia Sea, Banxi Harbor.
When Lumian, Franka, and Jane arrive, they see endless ruins.
Every building here has collapsed, there are many scorched black marks, a large number of wild animals inhabit here, and occasionally the sound of crows can be heard.
Lumian had heard Ms. "The Magician" mention the destruction of Banxi Harbor, but it wasn't until today that she was here for the first time.
"Judging from the information collected, this was once the territory of the Medici family, who believed in the 'Weather God', and it is indeed possible that there is an extraordinary characteristic of the 'Weather Warlock', but it should have been taken away by the 'Red Angel' later." Franka looked around.
Looking at the ruins of Banxi in front of him, Lumian felt as if he had returned to the village of Kordu after the disaster.
He was stunned for a few seconds and said:
"This is a purpose, and you won't lose anything if you look for it.
"The other purpose is to find the special place mentioned by the 'magician' lady, use corpse oil candles, and complete the secret ceremony."
Speaking of this, Lumian laughed:
"Since the 'Heavenly Master' can use 'Professor' and them as a medium to locate the 'Hidden Sage' and help Mr. 'Fool' target it, then the person pointed to by the 'Blood Emperor' secret contract ritual should also be able to find out where the remaining 'Weather Warlock' extraordinary characteristics are, and I can barely be regarded as His divine favorant, so it's not too much to ask Him to help me like this, right?"
"Theoretically, it is possible, but this is too dangerous, it is better to accumulate contributions and ask Mr. 'Fool' for enlightenment, he is a great being at the top of the 'soothsayer' path, and should be able to divine clues to the extraordinary characteristics of the remaining 'Weather Warlock'." Franka is not too much in favor of Lumian taking unnecessary risks.
Although this is this guy's style, how can he not get his shoes wet when he often walks by the river? You have to try to control the number of adventures.
Jenna nodded in agreement with Franka's words.
"Do you think I haven't sought revelation from Mr. Fool? Guess what is the revelation he gives?" Lumian laughed, "It's 'Bansy'!"
"Okay." Franka muttered.
"You help me guard against accidents." Lumian said, pressed his hand on his chest, lowered his head, and prayed to Mr. "Fool".
After the prayer was over, he stimulated the remnants of the "Blood Emperor" in his right palm, the seal of the "Underworld" and the dark pinhole, and only relied on the pull of spiritual intuition to dig deeper into the ruins step by step.
Franka, Jenna, and him were separated by tens of meters, following left and right.
After walking like this for nearly a quarter of an hour, Lumian stopped in front of a collapsed building.
The walls of the building were torn apart, and only a few pieces of charred wood were left at the gate, and there were two blood-red, still bright humanoid shadows on the ground that seemed to have been struck by lightning.
In the corner next to these two shadows, there is also a simple picture depicting an octopus-headed monster.
"Judging from the information given by Mr. 'The Hanged Man', this is the Ben Xi Harbor Telegraph Office......
"It's really here......"
In Lumian's whisper, he walked to the two blood-colored human shadow marks and took out a pale yellow and reddish semi-set candle in a glass jar.
He then placed the oil candle on the collapsed wall stacked on top of each other and lit it by rubbing it spiritually.
Seeing this, Jenna and Franka stopped and stopped moving forward.
They were worried that they would also be affected by the smell of corpse oil candles and would passively enter a state of secret contract and could no longer take care of the situation at the scene.
Lumian sat down cross-legged and began to meditate.
A dark fragrance with a hint of sweetness penetrated into the tip of his nose in the quiet emanation, making his bone marrow gradually itch, his blood vessels were tense, and a dark mist suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
Unlike the previous feelings during the secret meeting, Lumian's wandering soul was caught by an invisible force in the next second, and it was dragged into the depths of the mist.
The sky rotates, the earth rotates.
Lumian quickly regained his spiritual wisdom and found himself standing in a spacious and bright house, with rows of seats on both sides, and many humans who looked like they were waiting.
Some of those humans were dressed normally, some were very strange, and before Lumian could distinguish them carefully, an angry curse sounded in his ears:
"Book, mother!"
Lumian didn't understand, turned around slightly dazedly, and looked at a man who came in through the door.
The man was wearing a white shirt, a black vest, and a top hat on his head.
Lumian gave way and watched the man run to the front of the hall without looking back.
Da Da Da, there was a continuous sound of telegrams coming out over there.
Only then did Lumian realize that this was the telegraph office, and those humans were waiting for a call back.
Many people waiting have already set their sights on her.
Lumian pulled up his hood and hid his face with shadows.
Compared with the charm of witches, dressing up is not a big problem.
After leaving the telegraph office, Lumian's eyes suddenly became lively:
There are various three- and four-story buildings of different styles, the streets are spacious, sometimes there are black cars and rickshaws pulled by the kind of people that Franca said, some are dressed in shirts, formal clothes, and top hats, some are dressed in long shirts and melon hats, some are wearing white shirts and black coats, wearing wide-leg pants and high-top cloth shoes, and the waist is bulging as if they are hiding a pistol......
Lumian suddenly felt that this was as prosperous as Trier.
Jingle bell!
In the crisp and distant sound, a train with only two carriages had a stand upright, connecting the half-empty line, and Mercedes-Benz passed by.
Lumian is very familiar with such a scene, he already knows that it is called a trolleybus.
However, unlike when I saw it before, the passengers on the trolleybus were normal, dressed no different from passers-by, and only their heads were left, dragging their bloody and white spines.
"The place of entry has changed, isn't it the same street before?
"Or is it that the street was originally hidden and needed to be seen or entered by a special means?
"All kinds of special things in me and Banshee's problems made me come to this metropolis more really?" Lumian looked around and muttered a couple of words.
Among the people sitting in the rickshaw and being pulled by the rickshaw driver, there were no women with flowers and birds to cover their abscesses and dark faces.
Except for the fact that there are very few people who don't understand what people around them are saying and who look similar to their own characteristics, Lumian doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with the metropolis he sees.
In terms of the effect of the secret ritual, he was considered a failure, because he had gained nothing and had not touched the slightest mystery.
Lumian thought for a while, with a feeling of being thrown into a foreign country without hiring a good translator, and following the guidance of his own spirit, he gradually moved away from the bustling city and entered the alleys that were not spacious enough.
The style of the houses on both sides has become more peculiar, with stone door frames, black lacquer and thick wood doors, high walls and deep courtyards.
Lumian tried to reach out his right hand and touch the wooden telephone pole, only to see his palm penetrate through it.
"I'm in a soul state now? No, it should be a pure spiritual body and a pure consciousness body, but it can be seen by the people around ......" Lumian analyzed as he continued to move forward, walking out of the area with many residents among the haphazardly tangled wires, clotheslines, and haphazardly piles of debris.
The first thing that caught his eye was a tall wooden tower with a strange profile.
This was very similar to the fog core he had seen in the previous secret rituals, but under the sunlight, the wooden tower lost its indescribable sense of horror and eerieness.
In front of the brown tower, there were large houses and turquoise trees, which were blocked by yellow walls and no one was allowed to climb over them.
At the main entrance, the wooden door on the opposite side is completely open, and people come and go from time to time, all like ordinary citizens.
"Is this the temple Franka said?" Lumian thought for two seconds, followed the crowd, and walked into the building surrounded by the yellow wall.
He pretended to be visiting and kept approaching the wooden tower.
Along the way, he found that the "monks" of this temple were divided into several categories, dressed differently from each other, and did not communicate much with each other.
Among them, there are two with a larger number of people, one is wearing a blue robe and a high crown, which is a bit similar to the style of the "Heavenly Master", and the other is shaved off or wearing a gray wide robe or a yellow robe inside and a red outer robe.
When Lumian went around to a huge building away from the wooden tower, two types of "monks" stopped him one after another.
Although he couldn't understand what these "monks" were saying, he received the corresponding meaning:
"Stop!"
Lumian didn't get entangled and turned to a building he had just passed by.
During this process, he observed the environment without a trace and found that many "monks" were scattered on the road leading to the wooden tower, either bright or dark, with traces of using extraordinary abilities.
Strictly guarded, not allowing outsiders to enter that wooden tower? While making a judgment, Lumian abandoned his intention to "teleport"the past or use the world in the mirror.
If the wooden tower is really the core of the secret ritual, the caretaker will not be unguarded against similar means!
Thinking that he had entered the wooden tower in the form of a conscious secret contract last time, Lumian found a hidden place and tried to break away from the current environment and imitate the previous state.
As soon as he finished meditating, his whole body suddenly floated, floating towards the wooden tower in the dark mist that suddenly permeated, without any obstacles.
Soon, Lumian arrived at his destination, but was blocked by an invisible force, so he could only sink down, ready to escape the door.
The floating feeling quickly faded, and the dark mist that permeated it disappeared.
This time, Lumian saw clearly the situation at the entrance of the wooden tower.
There is a mottled stone monument erected there.
The words on the stele were unrecognizable, but he strangely understood their meaning, as if there was a spiritual exchange.
The inscription reads:
"Gather the power of the world, lose half of the heroes, lock the evil dragon here, and the disasters of the world will disappear.
"The fifth generation of the Heavenly Master."
(End of this chapter)