When the silver-black dagger fell to the ground, it bounced a few times.
Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to himself, "Without the half-activated black thorn symbol, this thing is a bomb."
Fortunately, he already knew how to avoid the negative effects of this evil dagger.
Walking to the grayish-white pieces of flesh and blood, Lumian picked up the remaining black robe of the blacksmith monster.
He tore it off with a few "swish" sounds and wrapped the strip of cloth around his right hand, as if he was bandaging it completely.
Then, Lumian used this hand to grab the Life-Hunting Knife.
The silver-black dagger did not show any abnormal reaction during the entire process.
Lumian, who was ready to throw away the things in his hands at any time, put down his mind and measured it, muttering quietly: "I have to make a sheath for it so that it can be carried around conveniently."
"Do I have to keep my left or right hand wrapped in a bandage from now on, so that I won't be able to protect myself in case of an emergency when I want to draw my sword?"
“This thing is dangerous, but it’s also really powerful. Apart from its short lifespan, it’s far superior to the other extraordinary weapons Auror mentioned.” Lumian muttered to himself as he wrapped the “Life Hunting Knife” with black cloth. After wrapping it in three layers from top to bottom, he confidently inserted this evil dagger into his left belt.
After finishing this alarm, Lumian rubbed his temples, and despite his physical and mental fatigue, he walked into the room where the blacksmith monster came out and searched it.
Nothing was found except the stove with a flame still burning.
At this point, Lumian's exploration came to an end. He headed back, being very cautious and careful. No longer disturbed by fate, he successfully left the ruins and barren wilderness and entered his own two-story half-underground building.
He was not in a hurry to go to bed. He left here, put away the "Life-Hunting Knife", and rested for a while. After his spiritual power recovered to meet his needs, he danced the absurd dance in the bedroom, which was sometimes crazy and sometimes twisted.
He wanted to attract strange creatures from the surrounding area, try to have them possess him, and see what negative effects they would have.
After noticing the fear and awe that the fire monster, the three-faced monster, and the Life-Hunting Knife showed towards the black thorn symbol, he was no longer so afraid and terrified about something attaching itself to him.
The pollution that originally existed in him was much more serious than this!
Moreover, he is now quite tired and will fall asleep soon. By then, even if the strange thing that possesses him is unwilling to leave or brings serious negative effects, he will recover after a day of rest in the real world.
“Is this what Aurore always talks about, ‘cheating and plug-in’?” Lumian thought as he jumped.
As the dance became more intense, his spirituality gradually spread out, combining with certain natural forces that were being leveraged around him, and radiating in all directions.
Gradually, Lumian, who seemed to merge with the surroundings, felt something entering this area. He raised his leg, stepped forward, and turned around. Without turning on his "clairvoyance", he saw three transparent figures on the glass window of the bedroom.
There are still skinless monsters, shotgun monsters and mouthpart monsters. It seems that my inspiration is not strong enough, or my status is too low, so I can only "summon" them.
Lumian did not despise him and pulled out the ceremonial silver dagger given to him by Aurore, stabbing a wound on the back of his left hand.
Drops of bright red blood seeped out quickly but did not spread around.
It condensed in place, taking on an eerie color.
The three transparent figures outside the window suddenly became restless.
Lumian then used the ritual silver dagger to pick up the drop of solidified blood, and with a few final dance moves, he pointed the tip of the knife at the monster.
The monster with three black marks on its upper body opened its swirling mouth, as if it had heard Lumian's call, but it did not take any further action.
"Yes, the window is still closed, and the monsters in the dream ruins dare not enter my house." Lumian probably understood something, and according to the rhythm of the circular dance, he half jumped up and landed next to the desk in front of the window.
He then stretched out his left hand, opened the tightly closed glass window, and handed the ritual silver dagger stained with blood outside the house.
Not only did the monster not come to swallow the drop of blood, the ritual silver dagger did not enter Lumian's body, but it retreated one meter in the whistling wind and floated in the air, staring at him dancing in a daze.
"Hey, come here!" Lumian, who had already reached the last dance move, couldn't help but urged.
The three blurry and transparent figures outside the house floated further away in unison, and when Lumian stopped dancing, they completely disappeared from there.
Lumian looked at the scene in a daze, not understanding why the monster was unwilling to possess him.
He thought about it carefully and made sure there was nothing wrong with his dance and the process of stabbing the blood.
"Could it be that it's obsessed with remembering that I killed it, so it doesn't want to possess me? But the knowledge provided by the dancer Qu Wei doesn't mention this. Logically, it should be more eager to possess me and take revenge." Lumian fell into deep thought.
Considering the fact that the three-faced monster ran away as soon as it saw him, he had a new guess.
"I am contaminated by the evil god and have a seal on my body. These strange creatures are so scared that they dare not attach themselves to me at all?"
This is a very rare case, so it is normal that the corresponding mystical knowledge of "Dancer" is not mentioned.
The more Lumian thought about it, the more he felt that this must be the reason. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. "You just want to watch me dance, but you don't want to possess me?"
"What do you call this? In Auror's words, it's freeloading!" What made Lumian disappointed was that by the time he came before the betrothed person, the dancer's abilities were equivalent to being wasted. He had no way of attracting strange creatures to possess his body and taking advantage of their characteristics or abilities.
He could only comfort himself that perhaps only the strange creatures in the dream ruins were like this. After all, they were closely related to the owner of the black thorn symbol.
“I don’t know what reality can attract, and whether it dares to attach itself to me.” Lumian muttered, walked to the bed and lay down.
Glancing at the life-hunting knife wrapped in layers of black cloth placed on the cabinet next to him, he felt instantly much better.
This is a very powerful extraordinary weapon that can help him better explore the ruins of dreams and unravel the secrets here. The only drawback is that it cannot be brought into the real world.
I wonder if the mysterious lady can help bring it out, just like she brought the potion and ritual materials to the Dream Ruins.
But next time I explore the dream ruins, I will have to trouble her to bring back the Life-Hunting Knife.
"She definitely doesn't want to be helped over and over again. She obviously doesn't want to be bothered and likes to be lazy."
With this thought in mind, Lumian fell into a deep sleep.
When Lumian woke up, the sky was unusually gloomy, with a hint of red from the sunset still remaining in the distance on the mountain.
This situation made him uncontrollably depressed, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.
After adjusting his mood, Lumian left the room and went down to the first floor where Aurore was busy making dinner.
“Are your eyes okay?” Lumian went over to offer help.
Aurore tucked her golden hair behind her ears, tilted her face, and said with wide eyes, "Almost."
Lumian looked into her eyes and saw nothing unusual except for some bloodshot in her light blue pupils.
Aurore continued frying lamb chops and asked casually, "What did you find in the dream ruins this time?"
Lumian started to cut the next dish and recounted his experience in detail.
"That knife is indeed very powerful." Seeing that her brother was fine, Aurore suppressed her concern and laughed. "If it were me, I would definitely not name it the Life-Hunting Knife. It's too straightforward and doesn't have enough charm."
Lumian asked curiously, "What will you take?"
Aurore smiled and said, "I'll call it Corrupted Mercury!"
"Okay, from now on, it's called Corrupted Mercury!" Lumian nodded immediately.
The name my sister gave me must be used!
Aurore burst out laughing. "This name isn't that great, but the time is too short, so this is the only one I can think of."
"Well, the behavior of those monsters further proves our speculation. The black thorn symbol on the chest, or the pollution in the body, is very powerful. It can suppress something of a very high status and closely related to the hidden existence."
“Maybe the key to the cycle really is in you.”
"Yes." Lumian nodded. "Now let's see what secrets are hidden in the dream ruins, and then wait patiently for a night."
So far, they have investigated almost all the anomalies twice, except for the one where the owl is.
It was very, very dangerous there, and the only hope was to ask Pualisev for help, but the lady obviously didn't intend to interfere.
I just want to wait for that special time to come. Lumian said without much hope that the dance to attract strange creatures was blocked by the two major symbols on his body and could not succeed. Wei Liao said: "Sister, do you have any ideas to bypass this restriction?"
"Thoughts?"
Aurore scooped up the lamb chops, thought for a moment and said, "It seems that asking the gods to possess me won't work. How about giving them a command?"
Lumian's eyes lit up when he heard this.
"Order?"
Aurore nodded slightly. "Since those strange creatures are afraid of the pollution in their bodies and the seal of that great being, then you can use their fear to directly command them to attach themselves to you. Well, use the ancient Hermetic language at that time."
"That's one way of thinking." Lumian understood what his sister meant by taking advantage of the power of another.