Chapter 213 Performance Seeing the two people in the light and shadow outside, the fake Ev was startled at first, then he raised his right hand, pointed at Lumian, and asked loudly: "Who are you? Why are you pretending to be me?" As he accused, he quickened his pace, pulling his body out of the dug tunnel and jumping onto the ground. Faced with this situation, in the past, Lumian would have rushed forward to fight in close combat, or pulled out his revolver and fired a few bullets at the enemy, without giving him a chance to speak. But this time, for some reason, he always had the urge to perform, to see what the other party could do, and then seize the opportunity to do his best to show himself. Without an opponent, there will be no rivalry! The same thing happened to Franca, who was eager to respond to the faker on Lumian's behalf, but did not launch an attack right away. Behind the fake Efe was Charlie, who was dressed as a waiter. As soon as he crawled a little in the rubble, he saw a figure in the dual light of the calcium carbide lamp and the lantern. He was so frightened by the scene of the confrontation between the two Charles that he stopped in his tracks. For a moment, he felt as if he was in a dream, unable to tell who was real and who was fake, who wanted to harm him and who was trying to help him. The only thing he was sure of was that he was in danger again! The fake Ev looked at Lumian and said to Franca anxiously and angrily: “Wake up, you have been deceived by an imposter! "When have I ever worn anything like that?"

After Lumian reminded Charlie, he just took off his makeup without changing his clothes, which was still a weird mix of simple formal clothes and canvas trousers. In comparison, the fake Ev's white shirt, black vest, brown trousers, and strapless leather boots were closer to his usual appearance. Franca couldn't help but act out: "is it? "Then tell me what my code name is." The fake Ev asked back in amusement and anger: "Ms. Red Boots, have you forgotten your nickname?" Franca couldn't help but laugh out loud. She then took two steps back and merged into the shadow at the edge of the light of the calcium carbide lamp. This underground place ruled by darkness is perfect for "witch" to fight! When the fake Ef saw this, he had a bad feeling in his heart. He realized that his attempt to pass the fake off as real had most likely failed and he could not continue the performance, so he changed his strategy immediately. He dropped the lantern, raised his head slightly, looked at Lumian, and his expression became extremely cold. He curled up the corners of his mouth and chuckled: "I don't know whether I should sympathize with you or congratulate you for seeing through my disguise, but this is definitely not a good thing for you." The fake Ev, holding a lantern, suddenly became more powerful and instantly turned into a terrifying volcano that was about to erupt. When Lumian faced him, it was as if he was facing the evil giant with three heads and six arms in Cordu Village. Except that he did not suffer any mental trauma or shock, his other reactions were basically the same. He trembled and lowered his head, not daring to look the other person in the face. However, the desire to perform and his own stubbornness made him raise his head and move his gaze little by little towards the fake Ev's face with difficulty. At the same time, the darkness outside the light seemed to be covered with a layer of green light. Vines and branches spread from nowhere and occupied the top and rock walls of the cave. Franka, who had lurked in the shadows, was frightened by the fake Ef's aura and could no longer maintain the effect of her ability. Her body appeared less than two meters away from the fake Ef. Charlie, who was still lying in the passage, was trembling, burying his face in the gravel and soil, his mind blank. Fake Ev glanced at Lumian and Franca with disdain: “How dare you track me without knowing anything? "The only lucky thing about you is that you look pretty good. I can't bear to kill you directly." These words poured into Lumian and Franca's ears, filling them with fear, and they just wanted to turn around and run.

This feeling made Lumian realize: Demi god! That fake Efe is a demigod, possessing divinity! Lumian gritted his teeth, mustered his courage, and reached into his pocket, hoping that Mr. K's fingers could successfully hold out for a while and help him and Franka escape from underground Trier. What's wrong with demigods? It's not like I haven't seen demigods before. I won't be scared to the point of losing my mind, or terrified to the point of giving up struggling! Just as Lumian's right palm was about to touch Mr. K's fingers and Franca was about to lose control of herself, turned around and ran away, there was a cracking sound on the top of the cave. A fist-sized piece of rubble fell down like the others before it, falling straight towards the fake Ev who was observing Lumian and Franka's reactions with a haughty attitude. The fake Ev was unable to dodge and only avoided his head, but was hit hard on the left shoulder by the rubble, cracking the bone and causing flesh to sink. He let out a short scream and was almost knocked to the ground. Along with such changes, the terrifying aura and divine feeling instantly dissipated, and only a few green vines and brown-green branches proved what had just happened. Lumian immediately shook off his state of shock and used "Provocation" half driven by the desire to perform and half just going with the flow. He threw away the calcium carbide lamp, covered his stomach, and laughed: “Is it fake? "How come everything you say is fake? Isn't that thing made of wood too?" The fake Ev, who had just recovered from the pain, suddenly exploded with emotion. His eyes locked on Lumian, and a hint of green appeared in his eyes. He didn't notice that Franka had thrown out the fluorescent powder and disappeared on the spot with a whisper. The next second, Lumian felt a strong desire for the opposite sex and for happiness. If Franka had not yet become "invisible", he would definitely not be able to control himself, but now, he did not completely lose his mind, but his actions became troublesome, both physically and mentally. With a bit of showmanship, Lumian pulled out the revolver from the pouch under his arm with difficulty and tried to aim at the fake Efe. At this moment, when he saw the other person's face that belonged to him, he felt inexplicably attractive. boom! Lumian pulled the trigger but missed the fake Ev. The fake Ev's eyes were filled with hatred. He nimbly approached the target and raised his hand to slap his own face. His appearance changed immediately, but not significantly, as if he couldn't manipulate his own image at will. He simply softened his facial features, giving Lumian's handsome masculine face a bit of femininity. Lumian gasped and pulled the trigger again. He felt like his desire was about to explode, and he wanted to hug the feminized fake Ev and do this and that. This, accompanied by intense emotions, made him instinctively recall what his "psychologist" Ms. Susie had said, and he quickly took a deep breath. boom! Lumian calmed down a little and fired the bullet from the revolver again. The fake Ef didn't expect that the opponent's willpower was so strong and he still hadn't completely lost his mind. He almost failed to avoid the bullet, which grazed his arm and flew past, causing damage to his clothes and burns to his skin. He couldn't help but groan in pain, and at this moment, Lumian, who had been on guard against similar abilities, stopped performing and seized the opportunity, grasped the ritual silver dagger with his backhand, and inserted it into his ribs without pulling it out. The pain awakened his reason, and his desire subsided to a large extent. The fake Ev also began to get rid of the "provocation" effect in the pain and regained a certain degree of clarity.

He understood that the current situation was not suitable for a protracted battle, so he immediately took out a gold coin and threw it into the hole blocked by the rubble. Lumian was suddenly overcome by uncontrollable greed, and with the ritual silver dagger, he pounced on the gold coin, trying to pick it up. The fake Ev took this opportunity to run madly into the depths of the earth, faster than a normal human could run. Suddenly, his feet slipped and he heard a sliding sound. I don't know when this road has been covered with frost! The fake Ev pulled his back and waist hard, trying to stabilize his body. But at this moment, a tall figure wearing a black robe and a hood appeared behind him. A hidden blade popped out from Franka's right hand, wrapped in black flames, and stabbed into the fake Ev's vest. She used the full strength of the "Assassin" attack, concentrating all her strength on the hidden blade. With a "puff" sound, although the fake Ev tried his best to dodge and relied on some kind of performance to make his skin and muscles as hard as stone, he was still pierced by the hidden blade. His pupils suddenly dilated and he twisted his body forcefully, allowing Franka's figure to appear in his dark green eyes. After a successful attack, Franka planned to take a step back, use the shadow to create distance, and then detonate the black flames that were injected into the target's body, but her body suddenly became weak and her back bent. Her legs were slightly clamped together, and her lake-colored eyes were filled with a watery gleam. She knew in advance that the fake Ev she was following had a deep relationship with the perverted Hedsi, so she was prepared for the current situation. She reached into her secret pocket without hesitation, intending to take out the smelling salts she had bought some time ago. Bang bang bang! Lumian, who had picked up the gold coin, fired three shots at the seriously injured fake Ev. The fake Ev dodged in a hurry, but he was on the slippery ice and couldn't even maintain basic balance. He finally fell to the ground with a thud, and one of the bullets pierced his abdomen. Franca got a chance to catch her breath and sniffed the smelling salts. She was awakened by the stimulating taste. She suppressed her desire and clenched her left hand suddenly. Suddenly, bursts of black flames burst out from the fake Ev's body, burning his soul, causing him to scream miserably. Lumian took aim again and pulled the trigger. The last bullet shot out and instantly penetrated the fake Ev's forehead. With a bang, the fake Ev's head split open and red and white spilled out. Seeing that Franca had bent her back again, Lumian ran over, bypassing the frosty area and came to her side. Franca raised her head quickly, her eyes rippling like water, and she breathed softly. She rushed towards Lumian, but was hit in the face by a small metal bottle with the lid opened. The indescribable and extremely irritating smell made her sneeze several times in succession and she lost most of her desire. "Fuck, this stuff is much better than smelling salts!" Franka blurted out as soon as she regained consciousness. Lumian quickly sniffed himself and sneezed. (End of this chapter)