"grass!"
Franka first subconsciously blurted out the most familiar interjection, then raised her right hand, crossed her index finger, and wiped it towards the tip of her nose.
With this touch, a large area of bright red immediately appeared, and just seeing it made people feel shocked and terrified.
Franka snorted immediately.
Black flames ignited in her nasal cavity, on the surface of her fingers and on the ground, and soon disappeared.
Seeing Lumian looking at her, the blood was stopped by the fire. Franka, who was a little twisted in pain, insisted on teaching: You can't let your blood stay in this unknown place, otherwise it may be dangerous.
"Hey, are you okay?"
In Franca's opinion, she is better than Ciel in terms of both order and experience. It doesn't make sense that she is affected but he is fine!
"Maybe it's okay for now." Lumian simply perfunctorily said, "Maybe it's because the shadow we met just now was your old self, not my old self." "So why did you meet my old self, not your old self?" Franka looked at Lumian suspiciously.
This guy doesn't have any secrets, right
Lumian thought for a moment and said, “Perhaps this space has a closer relationship with witches.
"It's possible..." Franka fell into deep thought.
A few seconds later, she pointed at the footprints and blood drops on the ground and said, "Let's go over and take a look. The current situation of those people can predict our future. Let us prepare in advance."
Lumian gave the answer with his actions, and he walked towards the darkness that swallowed up the footprints and blood drops.
The blue and yellow light of the calcium carbide lamp quietly resists the erosion of the thick and deep black around it.
The more the two tracked, the more obvious the anomaly became.
Lumian's nose also began to drip warm blood, while Franka's eyes, gums, skin, ears, etc. were oozing red liquid.
Thanks to the black flames she created, neither of them shed a single drop of blood.
Finally, they returned to the auxiliary well, where the footprints of the smuggling caravan and the increasingly thick blood drops suddenly stopped.
No traces were left of either the tunnel leading into the secondary shaft or the roads leading to other areas.
"They evaporated again?" A few black flames appeared on Franka's face and she frowned.
Lumian, whose nose was sealed by the black flames, took a breath and smiled, "This may be the end of us. When the blood flow reaches a certain level, the body will gradually evaporate."
Are you in a good mood? Franca glanced at Lumian, who was neither impatient nor angry, and praised him.
Lumian smiled and said, "What if it's not good?" Too much negative emotions will only affect my thinking. "Sometimes, I think you are more mature than me." Franca said with emotion.
“Did you just realize this?” Lumian certainly wouldn’t say he was so calm. On the one hand, he was really thinking about the problem seriously, and on the other hand, he was confident.
Compared with the interconnected Keldu Village, at least no terrifying forces have appeared here!
Moreover, he did not need to think too much and came up with several plans to escape from this space: one was to risk using the "peeping glasses" to examine this place from different angles and find the exit; the second was to throw Mr. K's finger out to see if he could use it to establish contact with Mr. K in the outside world and open the passage; the third was to try to summon the messenger of Ms. "Hela" or Ms. "Magician".
If successful, it means that this place is not isolated from the spirit world. The two women should be able to force him and Franca out.
4. After the above three methods failed, set up an altar and pray to the "Mysterious Master Above the Gray Mist". There is no way to cut off his sight, let alone here
You can also arrange a ceremony to pray for "blessings" to activate the black thorn symbol on the chest, allowing the pollution of the sealed evil god to bring about personality improvement, thereby interfering with the operation of this space and causing loopholes to appear in it.
When you have so many methods that you haven't tried, and when you believe that escaping from this space is a high probability, you can be as calm and mature as me... Lumian - while cursing - was a little puzzled.
He felt as if he had forgotten something, but he just couldn't remember it for the moment.
Franca took out a pale gold makeup box, opened it, and placed it on the ground.
Her figure faded quickly, and soon disappeared without a trace. The water in the palm-sized mirror of the makeup box shook, reflecting Franca's figure.
It's really amazing... Lumian exclaimed after seeing this scene.
Franka looked left and right in the mirror, jumped for a few seconds, and disappeared there again.
She repainted her body onto Lumian, and shook her head, "You can't get out with the mirror..."
Before Lumian could react, the "witch" tried several more methods, but all failed.
Finally, she touched the mirror in her makeup box and asked about her spirituality.
—In a place like this, she didn’t dare to do the “magic mirror divination” for the time being, for fear of being contacted by something dangerous and scary.
"A way to leave here... A way to leave here." After Hermes repeated the divination phrase several times, Franca's mirror turned pitch black, as if it had sunk into the lake at night.
The rippling water reflected a figure.
It was Lumian, wearing a wide-brimmed round hat, a white shirt, a brown jacket, dark trousers, and a black flame burning quietly in his nostrils.
"Uh" Franka turned around abruptly and looked at her companions.
She frowned slightly and said, "Use glasses to find the exit?"
Would it be too dangerous
Congratulations on finally finding the easiest method out of my five methods... Lumian thought for a moment and said, "This is no longer the real underground of Trier, and it doesn't seem to be directly connected to the ruins of the Fourth Epoch. If it is well protected, even if there are certain dangers, it should be able to withstand it."
"Protect" Franka repeated the word and smiled, "I'm good at this!"
Right hand - touch, the black flame on Lumian's nose was extinguished instantly.
After a few seconds, a drop of bright red liquid slid down and was caught by Franka's open white palm.
Then, Franka created new black flames and sealed Lumian's nostrils again.
The pain from the slight burning was within the tolerance of the "Mendicant" Lumian, and he asked cautiously: "Curse, what are you doing with my blood?"
Franca chuckled: "I want to kill you", why bother? I will make you a mirror substitute to help you avoid the dangers of wearing glasses. "As she said that, she took out a palm-sized mirror and smeared Lumian's blood on it.
Bring so many mirrors? ? One of the core elements of the "witch" spell is the mirror? Lumian looked at Franca's busyness, and felt a little understanding and a little envious.
At this time, Franca turned to him and said, "Give me two more hairs."
Lumian took out two without hesitation and handed them over.
Black flames burst out from Franka's hands, burning the two golden-black hairs to ashes.
She sprinkled the ash on the mirror and then stroked the surface with a hand of black flame, mumbling a silent spell.
When the black flames suddenly retracted into the mirror, all the blood and gray disappeared...
"Don't be more than three meters away from me." Franka warned, holding the seemingly ordinary mirror.
Lumian nodded and took out a peepscope from his pocket."
He immediately put on his brown gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, but his right hand did not leave his hand, still pinching his temple, ready to take them off at any time.
Almost at the same time, Lumian saw a lot of images: faces hidden in the darkness, pale and hideous, covered in blood; a mass of black hair floating in the shadows, as if it was made up of tens of thousands of human hairs, extending to different places; human figures lingering, the rock wall sparkling, dark and difficult to see through, there is a puddle that is almost like a pond, and under the dark water surface is a huge, swollen, pale face, looking out from inside;
There is a sparkling cave...
Light... cave... Lumian instantly had a certain intuition, forcing his already dizzy brain to focus on the image at the very edge.
The cave filled with light quickly expanded, and a lighted tunnel could be vaguely seen outside.
As the cave got closer, Lumian discovered that the scene reflected in the mirror was hard and difficult to touch.
And the mirror was sinking to the lightless bottom of the pool.
Suddenly, the huge, bloated, pale face quickly grew larger in front of Lumian's eyes, filling his field of vision.
Lumian's eyes went dark and he almost lost consciousness.
Faintly, he saw his own flesh and blood trying to break free from the skeleton.
Snapped!
Lumian heard a crisp sound of shattering, and his mind suddenly became clear.
He quickly took off his "peeping glasses" and began to retch.
After he adjusted his state, Franka asked with concern: "Are you okay?" The mirror in her hand shattered into countless pieces and fell to the ground.
Lumian exhaled and said: It's okay now...
He then pointed in a direction: "A hundred meters ahead of the tunnel, there is a big puddle. A mirror is sunken, reflecting a cave, and that cave is connected to a road with light." There is a very dangerous monster hidden in it. I almost died when I saw its face in that puddle. "After listening quietly, Franca said to herself in confusion and annoyance: "Fuck, this is really related to the 'witch', right?"