A figure slowly crawled out of the blood-stained river.
For some reason, Lumian seemed to be shocked. His thoughts became slow and he did not attack immediately. He just watched the figure crawling onto the shore.
It was a strange man with a stiff and gloomy face. His clothes had been softened by water, allowing Lumian to immediately notice that they were fused with his flesh and blood.
This is a wax figure, a wax figure that comes to life!
Drops of bright red blood flowed out of the wax figure's body, mixing with the flowing river water and continuously hitting the weeds on the shore.
Amid the ticking sound, the wax figure's light blue eyes moved slightly within the white background, vaguely reflecting Lumian's figure.
Just by being looked at by it like this, Lumian's mind went blank, as if he refused to look at it, and encountered strong suppression, and he dared not resist either physically or mentally.
In an instant, the danger intuition derived from the instinct for survival emerged in Lumian's heart and became more and more obvious.
Finally, they broke out completely, overwhelming other emotions and states.
Lumian's vision suddenly returned to normal.
If I had managed to break free of the shock in time, the blow would have pierced my skull and penetrated my cerebellum.
Two reddish tears quickly formed at the corners of its eyes and slid upwards.
… …
"Now you have confirmed one thing." Puif Wenming's expression quickly turned serious. "This ancestor of the Soran family is not Fomonda Soran. He is not really dead yet. He is still alive in a state that you cannot understand for the time being."
After about ten to seventy seconds, the wax figure suddenly stopped and an illusory explosion sounded inside its body.
Meaning, ordinary people who have suffered from the strange pollution in the building at 13 Market Lane? Even if there is no breath of the "Blood Emperor", this crazy spirit will invade you. Official members of the "Iron Cross"? I also know whether it is true or false. If so, the youngest will try it? Gardner suddenly wanted to instigate Puyfer Martin to play the King Cake game with Count Lumian.
"It's bad to be alive!" The smile on Gardner's face became more obvious.
If I feel that something is wrong and show signs of starting, Gardner will immediately "invite" Mr. K to come over and jointly eliminate the "Iron Cross" stronghold.
It cracked into a few pieces, each of which was in a slightly melted state.
With Gardner's ultra-low frequency attack, the "desire detonation" effect of the "torture" gloves was triggered!
The other person seems to be still alive to some extent, without strong emotions and desires of his own!
Gardner did not hesitate any longer, turned around and walked towards the woods.
Charles Dubois is even more mysterious and fainter than I expected!
This head is carved to look like a real person, with light blue eyes and white hair.
Seeing that scene, Wen Ming retracted his fists first, and then quietly looked at the wax figure's blood-red eyes, which revealed a happy emotion.
In the room with many bookshelves, Gardner looked at Puif Wenming who was holding a cigar and said calmly:
At the same time, I smiled, clenched my left palm, and used the barrier of flesh and blood to slow down the retraction of the wax figure's left hand, temporarily preventing it from dodging.
During the silent wait, Count Lumian seemed a little anxious. He pulled his collar from time to time, changed his sitting position, and even unbuttoned the bottom button of his shirt, as if the air around me became thinner, allowing me to breathe more smoothly.
The capillaries in its eyes completely exploded, dyeing the light blue into bright red. Cracks appeared on its head from the inside out, connecting with the scars caused by the "torture".
That is a lie to hide from the youngest.
If I hadn't encountered a strange shock just now, Gardner would not have taken off his gloves, thrown them aside, and replaced them with the "decent" brooch. But now, the enemy is right behind me, I can only use "torture", but the focus becomes "fire injection", and I even dare not use the "Hum Ha Technique", for fear that it will have no effect on something like this.
Even if I am one, the secret force behind me is one too!
The wax figure opened its mouth as if it wanted to say something, but no sound came out.
The weeds outside gradually grew thicker, and a figure in a white robe slowly emerged.
I stepped my feet back and raised my knees to deal with the attacks from above.
Gardner spoke very frankly about how he picked the king cake in front of Count Lumian, but felt a crazy spirit hovering around him, trying to end the invasion. He talked about how he used "fire injection" to blow up and melt the wax figure, and showed the wounds on his hands and face.
Then each punch is considered very weak, and what is needed is not a "low frequency"!
In front of my back, red flames leaped up, burning my dripping blood.
"You were attacked."
Lumian stood up in astonishment, his pupils shrinking instantly.
That made it more vivid and more alive than it would have been afterwards.
In order to avoid the evil god's gaze and security creatures brought by the "torture" gloves, I directly changed my location and "teleported" to the big town in the rear.
… …
Red flames burst out from these places, completely burning the wax figure.
There was a dull explosion inside its body, and exaggerated wounds appeared all over its body.
"Fire"!
That was exactly what Gardner wanted. My iron-white boxing gloves with short spikes were wrapped in red flames, and I struck the wax figure's arms, fists, shoulders, torso, and head with swift and short punches.
"Desire Explodes"!
Before Gardner was "teleported" to the big town in the rear, he did not show up immediately, but stayed in the dark, silently calculating the time.
Boom!
During that process, I picked up the briefcase and put the "torture" gloves back.
"Hmm?" Puifur Martin asked in a nasal voice.
With a bang, the pale fingers that were sharper than a dagger were blocked by the iron-white "torture" gloves with short spikes.
Where the gloves blocked the way, the wax figure's fingers pierced through Gardner's palm, leaving an obvious scar under my face.
Wen Mingxian chose the "torture" gloves first because it was his weakest magical item, and the enemy was the safe creature mentioned by Thermipolos, so he could not be cautious at all. But what I didn't expect was that the stalker was not a living person, but a wax figure.
The "Moon Man" cast his gaze towards the completely melted blood-stained wax figure, watching the red flames quietly jumping outside.
This is the place I surveyed late and mastered the coordinates of the spiritual world.
At this moment, in his eyes, the gloomy, dull wax face with stiff eyes was less than one meter away from him. The five fingers of the pale hand that was constantly dripping with blood were spread out, and each finger was like a sharp blade, stabbing towards him suddenly.
The wax figure was actually bleeding bright red, just like a real person, but the wounds looked like flesh, without the layers of wax or the softening effect of being melted by fire.
Outside my eyes, tiny blood vessels stood out, many of them were ruptured, staining them bright red.
Puifur Martin smoked a cigar and listened quietly, not caring at all that Gardner was being invaded by a crazy spirit.
Lumian had no time to react and could only subconsciously raise his right palm to block his face.
Bang, bang, bang, snap, Gardner's "tortured" fists dragged red flames, suppressing the wax figure, which was lively, even very agile and had excellent fighting skills, so that it could not use other abilities.
The "torture" boxing gloves knocked the wax figure's head crooked, and the short iron-white spikes on the surface kissed the open face, creating exaggerated scratches that gradually became lighter and darker.
I retracted my left palm, endured the pain, and punched with red flames again, knocking the wax figure's head back to its original position.
What surprised Gardner again was that the punch just now actually aroused the wax figure's bloodthirsty desire.
Puifur Martin held the cigar, which was less than half full, and said with a smile:
boom!
As time passed, the wax head suddenly made a crackling sound.
In that case, the ability of the "torture" gloves to evoke certain desires or emotions seems to be ineffective and can only be used as a defensive weapon.
"It seems that the official members of your 'Iron Cross' are more favored by the spirit of my ancestor than Lumian, but it also fears it."
The two points I mentioned were "I know why the crazy spirit really took over my body" and the use of "torture" gloves. I attributed the latter to myself or the reason I understood.
"Spiritual world travel!"
Count Lumian paced back and forth with a serious expression.
Count Lumian, wearing a red shirt and white wide trousers, sat in front of a messy table, staring indifferently at a wax head placed behind him.
It fell to the ground.
What kind of monster is that? Gardner stared at it for more than ten seconds, and from the perspective of a "hunter", he intuitively judged that the prey should have ordinary characteristics.
Then, blood-red tubes bulged out of the wax figure's light blue eyes, revealing a strong bloodthirsty desire from the inside out.
The unfamiliar pain made Gardner even more confused. He clenched his right hand tightly, and with a burning red flame, he punched the wax figure's face with all his strength.
After looking at it for more than ten seconds, the man and the ruined wilderness disappeared in an instant.
thump!
“Killed?” Lumian muttered to himself in surprise and doubt.
The wax figure, whose bloodthirsty desire had weakened, did not try to distance itself or use the shock again. It instinctively and frantically engaged in close combat with Wen Ming.
Dozens of seconds later, a ruined, desolate wilderness suddenly spread out under the forest road where only a few flames were still burning.
In addition to the intense burning, the wax figure began to soften, and the ground beneath it was covered with sticky blood-stained liquid.
When I felt that the "hunter" could run through the woods and reach the outside, I retreated into the town, found the driver, and returned to No. 11 Quanshui Street in the Memorial Hall District.
This figure is wearing a light-colored veil, with a noticeable protruding belly and a real maternal glow flowing from her body, just like the "Moon Man" of the "Night Party".
Outside the blazing fire, the wax figure had melted into a human shape, while Gardner's silhouette gradually faded and suddenly disappeared into the distance.
Inside Red Swan Castle, outside a room in the main building.