Although Franka was speaking Intis, Lumian still couldn't understand what she meant or what she was saying.
He looked around and saw that the area around the burned building was still quiet and there was nothing unusual, so he said, "Can you explain it?"
Franka pondered for several seconds and said:
"'Son of Heaven' is roughly equivalent to 'Emperor', 'Taoist', well, just think of him as a powerful extraordinary person.
"The whole sentence probably means that the emperor named "Blood" destroyed hell and brought chaos, and the Taoist named "Underworld", uh, a very powerful person, gave up his life and entered a certain river. The purpose should be to seal the emperor."
The emperor with the title of "Blood"... Lumian was shocked: "'Blood Emperor'?"
He suddenly recalled the scenes he saw at the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain":
The blurred figure of the "Blood Emperor" was burning with invisible flames, his armor was stained with blood and in tatters; the dark water flow repeatedly retracted into the spring and rushed out; the water flow combined with the light mist around it and turned into pale spring water; the afterimage of Alistair Tudor was pulled back to the depths of the spring by a strange force at the last moment, and the two sides seemed to have a fierce battle...
“You believe that in addition to the ‘War of the Seven Emperors’, the ‘Blood Emperor’ did not die completely, and retained part of his soul due to some ordinary reasons. In this war of gods, a channel was created between your world and the world where his hometown is, allowing a mysterious river from his hometown to seep in, and was sealed by Mr. Fool, creating the ‘Salumean Woman’s Fountain’.
It's the same as afterwards. Although you still used "lies" to change into a white-haired and brown-eyed appearance, your clothes are more casual, with a shirt and trousers paired with boots.
Osta was stunned for a moment, then raised his left hand with a dark look in his eyes and tapped his chest seven times in the order of bottom, top, right and left. "I'm leaving Tewail soon, so are there any small problems?"
"Did he go with Mr. Hela?" Franca muttered, before urging Osta to answer and listen to me continue my description.
Franka's expression froze for a few seconds and said:
I silently arrived at the white spherical statue made of skulls in the Breeze Ballroom and sighed heavily. Osta smiled:
As I slowly approached the Breeze Ballroom, I saw a strange figure. Tatuduo responded with the same gesture, smiling more cordially.
Osta lit the letter, left Nightingale Street, and walked towards the market path as if taking a walk.
"I suspect that the 'blood emperor' you are talking about is the afterimage of the 'blood emperor' Alistair Tudor." Guo Chengqi Trull smiled slightly.
"Its golden body was broken and sealed by the "Underworld Man", so it needs to collect gold to rebuild the golden body and get rid of the confinement?" "Mr. "Hela" said that anyone who touches this pale spring water will die." Osta reminded "evilly".
“This river should be closely related to the fields of death and the underworld. The afterimage of the dead Blood Emperor was swept away, traveling back and forth between his hometown and the Salumian Woman’s Fountain, and even the Seventh Epoch’s Tewel.
Tatuduo Trull replied in a very charming voice:
"After you discovered that Aurore was a 'wizard', you learned that supernatural powers and demons and ghosts do exist." "That has to start from when you and Mr. Hela went to fetch the 'Salumean Woman's Fountain'..."
"You ask."
"It is a shadow created before death, and some of its abilities are clearly in the realm of death... It has not yet gotten rid of the urge to break free from its imprisonment... Combining those points, you believe it is a ghost-like creature sealed by this "Underworld Man". If you ask where it came from, you will inevitably have to talk about the "Underworld Man's" current state, so there is no answer just now."
Guo Chengqi went to the "Salumean Woman's Fountain" with the man "Hela", so it would be more reasonable for the companion pretending to be a "Muggle" to ask about the relevant situation. There was no follow-up reason or thinking, and it was completely logical.
Unfortunately, the orange-red-haired "magic man" did not show up all afternoon, but two male customers took the opportunity to meet Fu Guocheng.
"Aurore attacked me."
These words echoed in Lumian's ears, like a dam suddenly collapsing. The bursting flood rushed into his mind, washing out all the bloody cracks that were originally buried under the silt.
Pale, painful, and piercing, Lumian saw those scenes again: he saw the parish priest Guillaume Bennet trapped in the wilderness by a large number of sackcloth-clad undead.
I saw Mrs. Pualis flying in the air with her wings spread.
I saw the blond figure reflected in her eyes. It was Aurora.
Lumian also saw the walls on the third floor of the castle, which were covered with bluish-white transparent faces.
Saw Louise Lund giving birth.
Saw Sybil Berry reborn in the body of a maid.
I saw Guillaume Bennet, Pierre Berry, Ponce Bennet and other fatalistic believers fighting with the midwife, administrator Beaust and others.
And all these images come from his own sight, from the fist-sized bubbles floating in the air.
"Blank paper..."
Lumian's expression twisted and he leaned back in pain. The blood vessels on his body were protruding one by one, bluish and purple, densely packed.
At the same time, the words left by psychiatrist Susie flashed through his mind: "Always remember not to get too emotional. Once you have a similar reaction, immediately use deep breathing and other methods to calm your mood and ease your state."
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Mrs. Pualis shook her head, restrained the rest of her emotions, and said with a smile: "You should ask yourself, you are with her every day, but I am not. Sometimes I am jealous of you, and sometimes I think you are not bad. Why should we stick to the rules of vulgar society instead of letting go of ourselves and enjoying the joy of life?"
Lumien seemed not to hear what Mrs. Pualis said. He still buried his body, pressed his head, looked at the floor of the carriage and asked to himself, "Who, who made her believe in fate?"
"Maybe only she knows the answer, what a pity." Mrs. Pualis sighed again.
Lumian fell silent, taking deep breaths.
Once, twice, three times, after an unknown amount of time, he finally straightened his back, put down his hands, and looked at Mrs. Pualis: "Have you seen a kind of elf that looks like a lizard in the village?"
"No." Mrs. Pualis shook her head.
Is the transparent "lizard" in my dream just a symbol, representing the belief in fate, or does it also exist in reality, but is hidden very deeply? Lumian kept thinking, as if only in this way would he not trigger the sharp blades that were inserted into his heart.
He asked a new question: "Have you heard of the legend of the wizard? The one where it takes nine oxen to pull the coffin?"
"No." Mrs. Pualis shook her head again.
Lumien asked one question after another. In the end, he no longer knew what he was asking, nor did he know if Mrs. Pualis had answered. Even her face became blurry and unclear in his memory, as if she was dozens or hundreds of meters away.
At some point, the carriage stopped, and Lumian returned to the roadside in a daze, walking forward aimlessly without stopping for a moment.
Ding, ding, ding.
The church bells rang and the time came to midnight.
Lumian suddenly regained consciousness and found himself back outside the Golden Rooster Inn.
He instinctively went up the steps and prepared to push open the door, but after a few seconds of hesitation, he retreated to the street. He dragged his feet and walked towards the end of the chaotic street like a wandering soul.
He walked all the way to the market avenue. The sky, which had been gloomy all night, was finally covered with dark clouds, and there was no sight of the red moon or the stars.
Lumian arrived at the door of the Breeze Ballroom and heard the fierce drum beats and noisy voices inside, which was extremely lively.
As if he could not bear this kind of environment, he turned around abruptly, staggered to the side of the road, found a shadow far away from the nearest gas street lamp, and sat down on the ground.
Plop, plop, as time passed, drops of rain fell to the ground, fell on Lumian's head, and fell in front of his eyes.
The raindrops gradually became more frequent, and the sound of pattas merged into one.
Lumian did not move, as if he had turned into a statue, letting the rain wet his hair, moisten his face, and soak his clothes.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared above his head and the falling raindrops disappeared.
Lumian looked up blankly and saw a dark blue umbrella, the metal frame supporting the cloth, and Janna holding the umbrella handle.
He withdrew his gaze and looked blankly at the center of the road where mist was already splashing. He did not try to stop Janna, nor did he pay any attention to her.
Janna wore heavy smoky makeup and a red low-cut sequined dress with a light-colored shawl with large holes on her shoulders, which didn't make her look particularly revealing.
She stared at Lumian for a few seconds, without asking any questions, and continued to stand beside him, holding the umbrella.
The heavy rain lasted for a full hour before it subsided. Only drops of water occasionally fell from the buildings on both sides and the roadside lamps.
Lumian stood up slowly, as if he had lost something.
As she put away her umbrella, Jana said to herself, "The rain will eventually stop, just like the darkness will eventually pass. The sun will eventually rise, and the light will eventually shine on the earth."
Lumian was silent for a while, looking at the dark road ahead and said, "When you find out that someone you trust is not as you thought,
How would you feel if that happened?"
Instead of answering his question, Jana asked, "Do you still believe in him?"
Lumian pursed his lips and answered without hesitation, "I believe it."
"Since you still believe in him, then go find out why he did that." Janna said in a calm tone.
Lumian's hands were trembling slightly. He took a deep breath again, several times in a row. Finally, his body no longer felt any abnormality. Only then did he turn his head and look at Janna: "Why are you here?"
Jana replied angrily and amusedly, "Fuck, this is outside the Breeze Ballroom. I didn't have to go to the theater today, so I came here to sing and earn money. I just finished and went out to see you sitting on the side of the road, getting wet in the rain like an idiot."
Lumian withdrew his gaze and walked forward without any expression. He stepped on the puddles and walked towards White Coat Street at a fairly fast speed.
"Where are you going?" Janna asked a little worriedly.
Without even turning his head, Lumian said, “Go find the reason.”
He remembered the words Aurore left behind when she pushed herself away from the altar: "My... notes."
Considering the current situation, Lumian suspected that his sister was telling him that he could find clues to the source of the anomaly in her witchcraft notes.
Jenna followed Lumian with an umbrella and asked tentatively, "Can you find the reason in just one night?"
“It may take a long time.” Lumian replied impatiently.
Jenna muttered, "Then why are you in such a hurry? Get some rest and clear your mind. Maybe that will help you find the cause faster."
Lumian thought about his inability to understand many of the contents in the witchcraft notes and his lack of knowledge of mysticism, and was silent for a while. He once again turned his head and looked at Janna: "Is Franca home?"
"Why are you asking?" Jannah looked confused. "She probably won't be coming back to White Coat Street today. She said she's going to have a nice evening with Gardner Martin."
Huh… Lumian exhaled and turned to the chaotic street.