Chapter 190 Dark Shadow "Fuck!" Franka used strong interjections to express her feelings. She looked around, thoughts racing in her mind, and she carefully guessed: “Have we encountered the same thing as the missing caravan? “In that tunnel, we entered another world, so the original footprints are gone? "In the eyes of that smuggler Fernandez, have we also disappeared into thin air?" Lumian had never encountered anything like this before, and there was no corresponding plot in his sister Aurore's novels, so he couldn't figure out what was going on. He was feeling somewhat bewildered, frowning in thought, when he suddenly heard the speculation of "Red Boots" Franca. “Very imaginative…” Lumian’s first reaction was to sigh, and then he began to ponder the corresponding possibilities. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Franka's words were very relevant to his current situation, so he squatted down and checked the footprints again. "Indeed, the footprints of someone carrying something heavy suddenly appeared there," Lumian said, pointing a dozen steps behind him. That was also the place where they had just started from, but there was no trace of them arriving there.

Franka gritted her teeth and said: "It seems like we have really entered another world, or in other words, another underground space... "Fuck! Why us? Crystal, Brinell, Simon and Blake all returned to the ground safely without any problems!" Uh... Hearing Red Boots' questioning of fate, Lumian suddenly felt a little guilty. Half squatting on the ground, he subconsciously raised his hand and touched the left side of his chest. Isn't this some kind of fate? Well, I can’t rule out the possibility that it’s Franca’s problem. Her sequence is higher than mine, and she has magical items on her. Maybe she’s hiding some secrets... Lumian quickly adjusted his mentality. Franka looked down at her companion and said to herself: "Is the sequence related to one of our two? "Or maybe it's the negative effects of your glasses." Lumian responded thoughtfully: "'Hunter' and 'Witch' are adjacent pathways." In other words, if it really is a problem caused by the law of aggregation of extraordinary characteristics, both of them cannot be separated from it. Of course, given Lumian and Franka’s status, the effect of the Beyonder characteristic aggregation law could not be so obvious. However, Lumian thought that he had just arrived in Trier for less than two weeks and had already encountered two witches. He himself was only Sequence 8, so he suspected that it was the power of "fate" that made aggregation become something that was destined to happen. "Hmm..." Franka fell into deep thought. After a few seconds, she gritted her teeth and said: “The reason we encountered this may be due to our path, but why did the smuggling caravan of Christo, a rat, enter this space and mysteriously disappear in reality? “They have taken this route many times before and nothing has gone wrong before, so why is this time different? "Fuck! That damn rat must be hiding something! He's not just smuggling alcohol and guns this time, he's also smuggling something else, something involving the occult?" "Not necessarily. Emperor Roselle once said, 'If you walk by a river often, you will get your boots wet one day.' Christo's smuggling caravan keeps going back and forth in this problematic tunnel, so it is inevitable that something bad will happen. It just happened this time." Lumian stood up and defended "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, why is there an anomaly in Trier's underground related to the 'Hunter' and 'Witch' pathways, uh..." Franca suddenly fell silent, as if she remembered something. “Did you find anything?” Lumian stood up. Franka answered carefully: “I don’t know if your sister has ever told you about some things in the Fourth Epoch. Well, she may not know clearly. "In short, Trier in the Fourth Epoch was the capital of the Tudor Dynasty, and 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 is normal that something was left in Trier." "Witch family?" Lumian was a little surprised by the term. Franka curled her lips: "In the Fourth Epoch, the 'Witch' path was controlled by a family. Well, since I chose 'Assassin', I can only try my best to collect relevant information, but until now, I don't know much." Lumian brought the topic back on track: "Do you suspect that this space is related to the Quaternary Trier that is sunken underground?" "Hmm." Franka did not answer with vague words such as "this possibility cannot be ruled out". She said while thinking, "The two major churches must have done something to the ruins. If we can find the corresponding node, we should be able to get out." Lumian, holding the calcium carbide lamp, looked down at the ground again: “Should we go forward or back? "Christo's smuggling caravan didn't seem to notice anything unusual and kept moving 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. We won't waste any time." "Okay." Lumian walked towards the middle of the tunnel. Soon, he and Franca stood at the place where the footprints of the smugglers' caravan appeared out of thin air and tried to take a step forward. There was no series of footprints ahead. After walking a dozen steps, the darkness around them became thicker and thicker, and the only footprints on the road were those left by Lumian and Franca. They didn't come back to reality. "Stop." Franca pressed her right hand lightly. "Let's turn around and go to the quarry hole we came from to see if Fernandez has entered this space." Lumian did not object. This can also help them further identify where the problem lies. Under the bluish light of two calcium carbide lamps, Lumian and Franca walked forward steadily along the trail of the smuggling caravan. Soon they arrived at the quarry cave. A dark shadow stood at the junction of light and darkness, with its back to the two of them. Franka shouted with a hint of joy: "Fernandez!" It seems that the smuggler has also entered this space, so the problem may not necessarily be with him and Charles! As soon as Franka finished speaking, her expression suddenly tensed. At the same time, Lumian said in a deep voice:

"Something's wrong." The smuggler Fernandez originally had a carbide lamp in his hand, so there was no way he could just stand in the dark like that! The next second, the black shadow turned around. Under the light of Lumian and Franca's carbide lamp, his face was covered in blood. The masculine face had short flaxen hair, a pair of thick brown eyebrows and a pair of lake blue eyes. He had thin lips, ordinary looks, and eyes that concealed unspeakable malice and hatred. At this moment, there was sticky blood smeared on the face of the black shadow, and it seemed that it would drip at any time. Sure enough, it's not Fernandez! Why does he look familiar... Lumian made a judgment and quickly pulled out the black revolver from under his armpit. With a clang, the calcium carbide lamp in Franka's hand fell to the ground. The dark shadow was startled by the bursting sound and shaking light, and suddenly flashed into the depths of darkness, disappearing into a tunnel connecting to the empty quarry. "What's wrong?" Lumian turned his head to look at Franca. As a Sequence 7 Beyonder, as a member of a secret organization, and as an experienced fighter, she shouldn't have such abnormal behavior and such an exaggerated reaction! Franka stared into the darkness for a few seconds before saying: "That was, that was me before..." The you of the past, or the you of the man? Lumian was shocked to hear this. His hair stood on end, and he asked in a deep voice: "You before you drank the 'witch' potion?" "Yes." Franka bent down and picked up her calcium carbide lamp, her expression confused and frightened. "I thought that except for me, no one in this world would remember that face... Why, why do I see it here? Is it generated based on my memory? In this space, our memories cannot be kept secret?" Isn't that a good thing? Lumian's first reaction was joy. If this space could reflect all the memories hidden in his subconscious, he would be able to initially restore the truth of the disaster in Cordu Village! As for whether this space would "spy" on things that it shouldn't spy on, suffer serious pollution and damage, and collapse from the inside out, he didn't care at all. Lumian walked around the empty quarry with a carbide lamp and a revolver, but he saw no other shadows and found nothing related to his past. He said to Franca with a bit of disappointment: “I didn’t find the old me.” "Isn't it from my memory, or is it from further ahead?" Franka suggested going back the same way as before to the auxiliary shaft that brought them down to this floor, and looking for more anomalies along the way to infer the nature of this space and thus open the door to get out of here. The two men walked almost side by side through the quarry cave, following the footprints left by the smugglers' caravan and heading towards the edge of the observatory area. Time passed by minute by minute, and Lumian and Franca saw something on the ground almost at the same time. Those were drops of blood, sparse and scattered, mixed in among the footprints of the smuggling caravan, which had a certain sense of chaos. "Abnormalities are beginning to appear?" Franka whispered. Lumian nodded: "If we go any further, we're likely to run into those people."

He glanced at Franca and added: "Of course, they may not still be human." Franca sneered immediately: "Are you trying to scare me? Do you think you can scare me like this? Whether they are corpses or monsters now, it is a development I expected. "You have to remember that the most terrifying thing in this world is the unknown." As soon as Franka finished her words, she saw Lumian's expression freeze, his face turning yellow with a hint of blue under the light of the calcium carbide lamp. "You still want to scare me..." Before Franka could finish this sentence, she felt something hot sliding down her nose and falling to the ground with a plop. It was a drop of bright red blood. (End of this chapter)