In the deathly silence, Lumian only felt the palm of his right hand was extremely hot, as if it was burned by fire.
He quickly took off his gloves, turned his palm, and found that the part corroded by the earth blood ore had penetrated deep into the flesh and bones, and was bright red, sending waves of irritating and violent pain.
Apart from this, there is nothing unusual for the time being.
At this time and in this situation, Lumian didn't bother to do a detailed inspection. He stepped back, enduring the coldness of his body and the "calmness" of his mind, while looking at the situation of the "Samaritan Woman Fountain".
The blurry figures sinking in the water and the long black hair like weeds have been sucked into the hole where even light cannot penetrate. The hole is constantly shaking and there seems to be a fierce battle going on inside.
The corpse-like figures in white robes wandering around were not taken away by the pale spring water, but they disappeared as if they had evaporated into thin air.
This made Lumian suspect that he could meet the suspected high-level witch somewhere else on the fourth floor, that is, the "Samaritan Woman Fountain" had similar changes.
The scene before him suddenly gave Lumian a bold idea:
Since the terrifying figure was pulled back to the spring by a strange force, one was struggling to resist and the other was trying to suppress, and it seemed difficult to tell the winner for a while. It would be better to remain vigilant, stop escaping, and see if there is any way to make arrangements and take some away while the pale spring water is gushing out again.
Now is the safest time, with no "water ghosts" sinking to the bottom of the spring and no vague figures wandering around!
The next second, Lumian saw "Hela" take out a small bottle made of gold. The bottle was engraved with many complex and mysterious symbols. They were very similar to those Lumian saw at the basement door of the "Highland Secret Medicine" store.
"Hela" did not wait for the pale spring water to gush out again. Instead, she squatted down and put the mouth of the bottle close to the soil at the edge.
The soil was dark, and the closer you got to the dark holes, the more special it seemed, as if it contained countless colors. The further you went out, the more ordinary it became. When you reached the area that was not submerged by the spring water, it was almost like the slope itself.
At this time, because the pale, vague spring water has shrunk into the dark hole, most of the dark soil surface has become dry, without any liquid, but the very edge is still a little wet, oozing out some water droplets that are more real than the pale spring water and closer to the color of the lake at night.
Seeing that Hela's target was these liquids, Lumian asked in confusion:
"You won't wait for the 'Well of the Samaritan Woman' to gushed out again?"
Hela shook her head.
"This is the real water from the 'Woman of Samaria's Fountain'. The pale water is dangerous and we cannot touch it at all. If we touch it, we will die immediately and will forever linger beside the spring or sink near the spring. The containers we use will not be an exception."
So scary? Is the "Samaritan Woman Fountain" a derivative of the pale water flow rather than the original body? Lumian also took out the small metal bottle he had prepared in advance and caught the droplets of liquid oozing out of the soil at the edge of the spring.
Just one drop and his bottle began to show signs of rust and decay from being soaked in water for too long.
"Hela" said nothing, but took out a small golden bottle that was also engraved with a large number of complex symbols and threw it to Lumian.
Lumian then successfully caught the dripping water from the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain", and most of his attention was focused on the dark spring.
As soon as the earthquake-like shaking stopped there, he immediately turned around and ran away with the water from the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain" he had received!
One drop, two drops, three drops. The spring water flowed into the golden bottle so slowly that it seemed like it would stop at any moment. The bottle that Lumian had prepared became increasingly rusty and broken.
Lumian watched as the progress could not be accelerated, and worried that the pale spring water would gush out again.
He was affected by various negative factors and felt a bit manic.
So he opened and closed his mouth, silently cursing all kinds of dirty words to ease his emotions.
Tick, tick. He had only filled one-third of the bottle with spring water when he saw Hela stop on its own and screwed the lid of the golden bottle.
Don’t be greedy... Lumian warned himself and followed "Hela" to finish collecting the water from the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain".
The two of them quickly ran to the top of the slope.
Soon, the sound of splashing water was heard behind them.
The pale spring water once again gushed out of the dark hole!
The two did not look back to see the situation, but continued to run wildly out of the gray fog, as if there was an invisible, terrifying monster chasing them from behind.
In just a few seconds, the two finally reached the edge of the fog. Lumian grabbed Hela's arm, stomped hard with his feet, and rushed out.
After leaving the area covered by gray fog, Lumian finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the coldness in his body and the dullness of his mind had improved a lot.
"Spiritual Piercing"!
Janna's body emerged from the shadows, with two fleeting flashes of light in her eyes.
The man in the wizard robe heard an illusory cracking sound and felt an intense pain welling up from deep within his spirit, occupying his brain.
He instinctively fell down and curled up, as if trying to relieve the pain in this way.
Franca didn't give him the chance and pointed the mirror she had just taken out at him.
As the client dressed as a wizard appeared in the mirror, a black flame ignited in Franka's palm and wiped it across the glass surface.
Witch's Curse!
Black flames suddenly burst out of the man's body, burning his soul, which was still struggling in pain, into extreme weakness.
Then, layers of crystal ice covered him, and colorless spider silk wrapped around him, revealing his body.
Franka's plan was to control the other party instead of killing him. After all, no one knew whether this guy was involved in any pollution or high-level things, and reckless spiritualism could easily lead to accidents.
Seeing that the man had become very weak and was being controlled, Franca whispered in surprise: "That's it?"
She had no doubt that she and Janna could defeat the opponent with a surprise attack, but she didn't expect it to be so easy and simple.
The next second, the man opened his mouth with difficulty under the triple control of black flames, ice and spider silk, and uttered a weak voice: "You are committing a crime!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there seemed to be a violent earthquake deep underground, and a stone from the top of the tunnel suddenly fell down and hit Janna's head directly.
Janna lunged forward and rolled to avoid the falling rocks, but was still hit twice by them.
Franka was in a similar situation. She felt that if it continued like this, the entire tunnel would collapse. Even if she had a "mirror substitute", there was no guarantee that she could make it out of this tunnel.
She no longer hesitated, and clenched her right hand, causing the remaining black flames in the client's body to erupt again.
The black flames burned the spirit, and the man dressed as a wizard quickly lost his life.
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The shaking of the tunnel stopped, leaving only dust in the air.
Franca breathed a sigh of relief and without wasting any time, she quickly set up the spiritual ceremony. Janna rubbed her shoulders and back, keeping a watchful eye on her surroundings to prevent anyone from passing by.
After a while, Franka completed the "magic mirror spiritualism" and held the mirror, looking at the pale and slightly arrogant face and said: "How much do you know about the secrets of the Deep Valley Quarry?"
The man's spirit answered blankly: "Some people want to use machines to prolong their lives, and some people want machines to gain life.
"A part of Deep Valley Abbey is sliding into the abyss."
You are being so vague, can't you be more specific? Franca pressed on: "Which organization are you from, and why did you take advantage of the gatekeeper's disappearance?"
The man was about to answer when a layer of ever-changing mist suddenly filled the inside of the mirror.
Snap!
The mirror in Franka's hand shattered instantly.
boom!
The man's body, which was wrapped in ice and "spider silk", exploded, and his flesh and blood turned into mist, covering the area.
Almost at the same time, Franka shattered like a mirror, turning into pieces that fell to the ground.
Her figure quickly appeared at the intersection of the tunnel and appeared next to Janna.
"There is indeed a problem." Franka looked solemnly at the shapeless blood mist, watching it gradually settle and merge into the earth.
At this time, the corpse had turned into a pool of meat paste, and all the items on the body, except those made of metal, had turned into debris.
After a brief search, Franka and Janna found a brass key and coins worth two or three hundred Felgin.
They didn't dare to stay any longer and left after clearing away all traces.
About two or three minutes later, a pair of legs in knee-high brown boots appeared next to the pool of blood and flesh, holding a shrunken, golden kettle with a wick sticking out.
The blazing sunlight shone on the entrance to the catacombs in Purgatory Square and on Lumian's body, making him feel as if he had returned from the kingdom of the dead to the world of the living, and much of the coldness in his body was dispelled.
He turned his head to look at Hela, whose face was still pale and whose purple corpse spots and decay marks had not yet healed, and smiled:
"Although there was no real battle, it was the closest I've ever been to death."
“Those who can retain their marks in the pale spring water for a long time were all great figures in the past.” “Hela” said simply.
As Lumian walked toward the edge of the square, he asked casually:
"What is the use of the 'Samaritan Woman's Fountain'? It can't really be used to forget the past and the pain, right?"
Hela shook her head.
"For me, it can replace a ritual, or become a major part of another ritual."
Lumian didn't quite understand and didn't ask any further questions.
Soon, he discovered that the feeling of his body being cold and his mind being calm did not completely disappear just because he left the catacombs.
Most of them that were dispersed seemed to become a part of itself, and would slowly grow again at night.
“The abnormality in us is still there.” Lumian reminded “Hela” in a deep voice.
Hela nodded:
"I have a way to deal with it, and the person who asked you to bring the spring water should also have a way."
Lumian said “hmm”, waved goodbye to “Hela”, and walked towards the public carriage station.
Rather than the abnormality of gradually dying, he was more worried about the earth-blood ore and strange "rust" that were eroding into his palms.