"Fuck!" Franka used a strong interjection to express her feelings.
She looked around, her thoughts racing, and she carefully guessed, "Have we encountered the same thing as the missing caravan?" "In that tunnel, he entered another world, so there are no original footprints?"
"In the eyes of that smuggler Fernandez, have we also disappeared into thin air?"
Lumian had never encountered anything like this before, and there had never been a corresponding plot in his sister Aurore's novels, which made him wonder what was going on.
He was a little dazed, frowning and thinking, when he suddenly heard the guess of "Red Boots" Franca.
“Very imaginative.” Lumian’s first reaction was to sigh, and then he thought about the corresponding possibilities.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Franca's words were very close to his current situation, so he squatted down to check the footprints again.
“Sure enough, footprints carrying heavy objects suddenly appeared there,” Lumian pointed to a place about ten steps behind him.
That’s where they’ve just started, but there’s no sign of them getting there.
Franca gritted her teeth and said, "It seems that we have really entered another world, or another underground space. Damn! Why us?"
Crystal, Brennell, Simon, and Blake didn't encounter anything and returned to the ground safely!
"Well, hearing the question from "Red Boots", Lumian suddenly felt guilty," half squatting on the ground, he subconsciously raised his hand and touched his left chest.
Could this be some kind of fate
Well, we can't rule out the possibility of Franka's problem. Her sequence is higher than mine, and she has magical items on her. Maybe she is hiding some secrets. Lumian quickly adjusted his mentality.
Franka looked down at her companion and said to herself: Is there a connection between the sequences of one of us? "Or is this the negative effect of your glasses?"
Lumian responded thoughtfully, "Hunter and Witch are adjacent pathways."
In other words, if the problem is really caused by the law of aggregation of extraordinary characteristics, neither of them can escape.
Of course, given Lumian and Franka’s personalities, the effect of the Beyonder characteristic aggregation law could not be that obvious. However, Lumian thought that he had met two witches less than two weeks after arriving in Trier, and he himself was only at Sequence 8, so he suspected that it was the power of "fate" that made aggregation a destined thing.
"Hmm" Franka fell into deep thought.
After a few seconds, she gritted her teeth and said, "Maybe it's a problem with our route that caused this situation, but why did Crystal's rat smuggling caravan enter this space and then mysteriously disappear in reality?" This route has been used many times before and there were no problems. Why is it different this time
"Shit! This damn rat must have missed something! He's not just smuggling alcohol and guns this time, he's also smuggling other things, things involving metaphysics?"
"That's not necessarily true. Emperor Roselle once said, 'Walk by the river and your boots will get wet one day.' Christo's smuggling caravan kept shuttling back and forth in this problematic tunnel, so the accident happened. At this time, Lumian stood up to defend "Rat" Christo.
Franka was barely persuaded and exhaled: "Now is not the time to discuss the reasons, the key is to find a way out." Hey, how come there are abnormalities related to the Hunter Path and the Witch Path under Trier, uh" Franka suddenly fell silent, as if she remembered something.
"Did you find anything?" Lumian stood up.
Franka thought for a moment and replied, "I don't know if your sister has told you about the Fourth Epoch. Uh, she may not know." In short, Trier in the Fourth Epoch was the capital of the Tudor Dynasty. The Blood Emperor who ruled this empire was most likely a High Sequence Person of the Hunter Path. Also, the witch family at that time had a certain relationship with one or several great nobles of the Tudor Dynasty, so it was normal for them to leave some things behind."
"Witch tribe?" Lumian was stunned by the word.
Franka pouted: "In the Fourth Epoch, 'the path of witches was controlled by the family. Hehe, since I chose to be an assassin', I can only collect as much relevant information as possible, but until now, I still don't know much about it."
Lumian brought the topic back on track: "Do you suspect that this space is related to the buried Quaternary Trier?"
"Yes," Franca did not answer with an ambiguous answer like "It is possible." She thought about it and said, "Those two churches must have processed the ruins to some extent. If we can find the corresponding nodes, we should be able to get out."
Lumian took the calcium carbide lamp and looked at the ground again: should he go forward or back
Alawan didn't seem to notice anything unusual and kept walking forward. "Franka hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Let's go back to where we entered this space. It's only a dozen steps away. Let's not waste time."
"Okay." Lumian walked towards the center of the tunnel.
Soon, he and Franca stood at the spot where the smugglers’ caravan had appeared out of nowhere, and they were trying to move forward.
There was no series of footprints ahead.
After walking a dozen steps, the darkness around them became thicker and thicker. The only footprints on the road were those left by Lumian and Franca. They did not return to reality.
“Stop,” Franca pressed her right hand, “Let’s turn around and go to the pit in the quarry we came from to see if Fernandez has entered this space.”
Lumian did not object.
This would also help them further determine where the problem lay. Under the blue light of two calcium carbide lamps, Lumian and Franca walked steadily along the footsteps of the smuggling caravan.
Soon they arrived at the quarry.
A dark shadow stood at the junction of light and darkness, with its back to the two of them. Franca shouted happily, "Fernandez!"
It seems that smugglers have also entered this space, so the problem may not be with him and Charles!
As soon as Franka finished speaking, her face suddenly tensed. At the same time, Lumian said in a deep voice: "No."
The smuggler Fernandez already had a calcium carbide lamp, and he couldn't just stand there in the dark!
The next second, the black shadow turned around.
Under the illumination of Lumian and Franka's calcium carbide lamp, he revealed a bloody face.
The male face had short light yellow hair, a pair of thick brown eyebrows, and a pair of lake blue eyes.
He had thin lips and an ordinary appearance, but there was unspeakable viciousness and hatred in his eyes.
At this moment, thick blood was smeared on the black shadow's face, as if it would drip at any time.
Sure enough, it wasn't Fernandez! Why did he look so familiar? Lumian made his judgment while pulling out the black revolver from under his armpit. With a bang, the calcium carbide lamp in Franka's hand fell to the ground.
The black figure was startled by the explosion and the flickering light, and suddenly flashed into the depths of darkness, disappearing into a tunnel connecting to the quarry pit.
"What's wrong?" Lumian turned his head to look at Franca.
As a Sequence 7 Beyonder, a member of a secret organization, and an experienced warrior, she shouldn’t have such abnormal behavior and such an exaggerated reaction!
Franka stared into the darkness for a few seconds and said, "That, that was me before."
"You in the past, that man?" Lumian was shocked when he heard it.
He was horrified and asked in a deep voice, "How were you before you drank the witch's potion?"
"Yes." Franka bent down and picked up her calcium carbide lamp, her expression confused and horrified, "I thought that no one in this world could remember that face except me, why, why do I see it here? Is that so?" "Generated from my memory? In this space, can't our memories be kept secret?"
Isn't that a good thing? Lumian's first reaction was joy.
If this space can reflect all the memories hidden in his subconscious, then he can preliminarily restore the truth of the disaster in Cordu Village!
He didn't care at all whether this space would be "spied on" into something that shouldn't be spied on, be seriously polluted and damaged, and disintegrate from the inside out.
Lumian walked around the hollow of the quarry with his carbide lamp and revolver. He saw no other shadows, nor anything that connected him to his past.
He was a little disappointed and said to Franca: "I haven't found the original me."
"Is this not my memory, or the one before?" Franka suggested going back to the auxiliary well that allowed them to descend to this floor, and looking for more anomalies along the way, in order to infer the origin and nature of this space, and thus open the door to leave this place.
The two men walked almost side by side through the quarry hole, following the footprints left by the smuggling caravan and heading towards the edge of the lookout area.
Time passed minute by minute, and Lumian and Franca saw something new on the ground almost at the same time.
There were drops of blood, sparse and scattered, mixed with the footprints of the smuggling caravan, giving it a certain sense of chaos.
"Things are starting to show up?" Franca whispered.
Lumian nodded, "If we go further, we'll probably run into those."
"He glanced at Franca and added, "Of course, they may not be human." Franca sneered, "Are you trying to scare me? Do you think this will scare me? Whether it's a corpse or a monster, it's the development I expected. "Remember, the most terrifying thing in this world is the unknown." As soon as Franca finished speaking, Lumian, whose face was green and yellow in the light of the calcium carbide lamp, was stunned.
"You still want to scare me." Before Franca finished her words, she felt something hot sliding down her nose and falling to the ground with a plop.
That was a drop of bright red blood.