Chapter 374 Wax Figure 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 the 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. 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.

Lumian had no time to react and could only subconsciously raise his right palm to block his face. With a bang, the pale fingers that were sharper than a dagger were blocked by the iron-black "torture" gloves with short spikes. Where the gloves didn't block it, the wax figure's fingers pierced through the edge of Lumian's palm, leaving a noticeable scar on his face. If he had not broken free from the shock in time, the blow would have pierced his skull and penetrated his brain. The familiar pain made Lumian more awake. He clenched his left hand tightly, and with a burning red flame, he punched the wax figure's face with all his strength. At the same time, he smiled, clenched his right palm, and used the barrier of flesh and blood to slow down the retraction of the wax figure's right hand, temporarily restricting its avoidance. boom! The "torture" boxing gloves knocked the wax figure's head crooked, and the short iron-black spikes on the surface kissed the hard face, creating exaggerated scratches that gradually became lighter and darker. This wax figure was actually bleeding bright red blood just like a real person, but the wounds did not have the texture of flesh at all, only layers of wax that had been softened as if melted by fire. Then, blood-red tubes bulged out of the wax figure's light blue eyes, revealing a strong bloodthirsty desire from the inside out. This makes it more vivid and more like a living person than before. Lumian had chosen the "torture" gloves because they were his most powerful magical items, and the enemy was the dangerous creature mentioned by Thermipolos, so he could not be careless at all. However, he did not expect that the stalker was not a living person, but a wax figure. In this way, 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. If he hadn't encountered a strange shock just now, Lumian would have taken off his gloves, thrown them aside, and replaced them with a "decent" brooch. But now, with the enemy right in front of him, he could only use "torture", but the focus became "fire injection". He didn't even dare to use the "Hum Ha Technique" for fear that it would have no effect on such things. What surprised Lumian again was that the punch just now actually aroused the wax figure's bloodthirstiness. The other person seems to be still alive to some extent, with faint emotions and desires of his own! “At least you’re still alive!” The smile on Lumian’s face became even more obvious. He retracted his right palm, endured the pain, and threw another swinging punch with red flames, knocking the wax figure's head back to its original position. The wax figure, whose bloodlust grew stronger, did not try to distance itself, but used the shock effect again and instinctively and frantically engaged Lumian in close combat. This was exactly what Lumian wanted. His iron-black boxing gloves with short spikes were wrapped in red flames, and he used swift and short punches to continuously collide with the wax figure's arms, fists, shoulders, torso, and head. Each of these punches is not very powerful, what we need is a "high frequency"! Bang, bang, bang, snap, Lumian's "torture" fists dragged red flames, suppressing the wax figure, which was not rigid at all and was even very agile and had excellent fighting skills, so that it could not use other abilities.

He occasionally stepped forward with his feet and raised his knees to deal with the attacks from below. After just ten or twenty seconds, the wax figure suddenly stopped and an illusory explosion sounded from within its body. 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 "torture". "Desire Explodes"! Under Lumian's ultra-high frequency attack, the "desire detonation" effect of the "torture" gloves was triggered! Seeing this scene, Lumian retracted his fists and quietly looked at the wax figure's blood-red eyes that revealed painful emotions. Two reddish tears slowly formed at the corners of its eyes and slid down. The wax figure opened its mouth, as if it wanted to say something, but no sound came out. Rumble! There was a dull explosion inside its body, and exaggerated wounds appeared all over its body. Red flames burst out from those places, completely burning the wax figure. "Fire"! In the intense burning, the wax figure softened quickly, and its body was covered with sticky blood droplets. thump! It fell to the ground. What kind of monster is this? Lumian stared at it for more than ten seconds. From the perspective of a "hunter", he intuitively judged that the prey should not have any Beyonder characteristics. During this process, he picked up the briefcase and put the "torture" gloves back. Lumian didn't delay any longer, turned around and walked out of the woods. Behind him, red flames leaped up and burned his dripping blood. In the blazing firelight, the wax figure had melted beyond recognition, and Lumian's silhouette gradually faded and suddenly disappeared not far away. "Spiritual travel!" In order to avoid the evil god's gaze and dangerous creatures brought by the "torture" gloves, he directly changed his location and "teleported" to the town ahead. That was a place he had surveyed in advance and knew the coordinates of the spiritual world. Dozens of seconds later, a ruined, desolate wilderness suddenly spread out on the forest road where only a few flames were still burning. The weeds there gradually grew thicker, and a figure in a white robe quickly emerged. The figure wore a light-colored veil and had a noticeably protruding belly. She exuded a real maternal glow, and she was exactly the "Ms. Moon" of the "Night Party". "Ms. Moon" cast her gaze towards the completely melted blood-stained wax figure, watching the red flames dancing quietly there. After examining it for more than ten seconds, the lady and the ruined wilderness disappeared in an instant. ………… Inside Red Swan Castle, in a room in the main building. Count Puyfer, wearing a red shirt and narrow black trousers, sat behind a messy table, staring indifferently at a wax head placed in front of him. The head was carved to look just like a real person, with light blue eyes and dark hair. During the silent wait, Count Puyfer seemed a little anxious. He pulled his collar from time to time, changed his sitting position, and even unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, as if the air around him was unusually thin, making it difficult for him to breathe smoothly.

As time passed, the wax head suddenly made a crackling sound. It suddenly broke into many pieces, each of which was in a highly melted state. Puif stood up in astonishment, his pupils dilated instantly. In his eyes, tiny blood vessels stood out, many of them were broken and stained bright red. "Killed off?" Puifur muttered to himself in surprise and doubt. Charles Dubois is more mysterious and powerful than he expected! Even if he himself is not, the secret force behind him is! Count Puyfer paced back and forth with a serious expression on his face. ………… After Lumian was "teleported" to the town ahead, he did not show up immediately, but stayed in the dark, silently calculating the time. Only after he felt that the "hunter" was able to run from the woods to here did he actually enter the town, find the driver, and return to No. 11 Fountain Street in the Memorial Hall District. In the room with many bookshelves, Lumian looked at Gardner Martin, who was holding a cigar, and said calmly: "I was attacked." This cannot be hidden from the boss. "Hmm?" Gardner Martin asked in a nasal voice. Lumian spoke very frankly, starting from when he was choosing the king's cake after Count Puyfer, but felt a crazy spirit hovering and trying to invade, and continued to talk about how he used "fire injection" to blow up and melt the wax figure, and showed the wounds on his hands and face. What he didn't mention was that "he knew why the crazy spirit didn't really take over his body" and that he used "torture" gloves, attributing the former to reasons he didn't understand yet. Gardner Martin smoked a cigar and listened quietly. He was not surprised at all that Lumian was not invaded by the crazy spirit. If he felt surprised and showed doubt, Lumian would immediately "invite" Mr. K to come over and work together to eliminate this "Iron Cross" stronghold. Gardner Martin held the half-empty cigar and said with a smile: "It seems that the official members of our 'Iron Cross' are more favored by the spirit of his ancestor than Puifur, but at the same time it is afraid of him." Meaning, the Beyonders who have suffered from the strange pollution in the building at 13 Market Avenue? Even without the aura of the Blood Emperor, that crazy spirit will not invade the official members of the Iron Cross other than me? I don't know whether it is true or not, how about you try it, Boss? Lumian suddenly wanted to instigate Gardner Martin to play the King Cake game with Count Puyver. "Now I have confirmed one thing." Gardner Martin's expression quickly turned serious. "The ancestor of the Soran family, that is, Fomonda Soran, is not really dead yet. He is still alive in a state that we cannot understand for the time being." (End of this chapter)