Chapter 191 Confidence "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, Franka, who had stopped the bleeding by burning him, twisted a little due to the pain, managed to teach him: “You can’t leave your blood in such an unknown place, otherwise unimaginable horrors are likely to happen. "Hey, how are you okay?" In Franca's opinion, she was stronger than Charles in terms of both sequence and experience. It didn't make sense that she was affected while he was fine! “Maybe it’s okay for now.” Lumian simply perfunctorily said, and then speculated thoughtfully, “Maybe it’s because the shadow we just encountered was the old you, not the old me.” "So, why did I meet my old self instead of your old self?" Franca looked at Lumian suspiciously.

Could this guy be hiding some secrets? Lumian thought for a moment and said: "Perhaps this space is more closely related to the 'Witch'." "It's possible..." Franka fell into deep thought. After a few seconds, she pointed at the footprints and blood drops on the ground and said: "Let's catch up and see what's happening to them now. It can indicate our future and allow us to prepare in advance." Lumian gave the answer with his actions. He walked towards the darkness that swallowed up the footprints and blood drops. The yellow-blue light of the calcium carbide lamp quietly resisted the erosion of the thick black around him. The more the two tracked, the more obvious the abnormalities on their bodies became. Warm blood began to drip from Lumian's nose, and red liquid oozed from the corners of Franka's eyes, gums, skin, ears, etc. Thanks to the black flames she created, neither of them left a drop of blood. Finally, they "returned" to the auxiliary well, and the footprints of the smuggling caravan and the gradually dense blood drops suddenly stopped here. There were no traces left of either the tunnel leading into the auxiliary shaft or the roads leading to other areas. "They evaporated again?" Franka frowned with a few black flames floating on her face. Lumian, whose nose was blocked by the black flames, took a breath and said with a smile: "This may be our end. When the blood flows to a certain level, our bodies will gradually evaporate." “You have a good attitude?” Franca glanced at Lumian, who was not impatient, anxious or angry, and praised him. Lumian laughed: "What can happen if it's not good? "Too much negativity will only affect my thinking." "Sometimes, I feel that you are more mature than me." Franca sighed. “You just realized it?” Lumian certainly wouldn’t say that he was so calm. On the one hand, he was indeed thinking seriously about the problem, and on the other hand, he was confident. Compared to the Koldu Village which was stuck in a cycle, at least no overly terrifying forces had appeared here!

Moreover, he didn't need to think too much to come up with several ways to escape from this space: One is to take the risk of using "secret glasses" to look at this place from different angles and find the exit; The second is to throw out Mr. K's finger to see if it can establish a connection with Mr. K in the outside world and open a channel; The third is to try to summon the messenger of Ms. Hela or Ms. Magician. If he succeeds, it means that this place is not separated from the spirit world, and the two ladies should have a way to forcibly pull him and Franka out; Fourth, after the above three methods have failed, set up an altar and pray to the "mysterious master above the gray fog". That great being will definitely not be restricted by this kind of strange space. Even the cycle of fate brought by the evil god cannot isolate him from his gaze, let alone this place? Fifth, if that great being does not respond, you can also arrange a ceremony to pray for "blessings" to activate the black thorn symbol on the chest, allowing the sealed evil god to pollute and improve his status, thereby interfering with the operation of this space and causing loopholes in it. When you have so many methods that you haven't tried yet, and when you believe that it is highly likely that you will escape from this space, can you be as calm and mature as me... Lumian complained in his heart while feeling a little doubtful. He felt like he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it for a while. Franca took out the light gold makeup box, opened it and placed it on the ground. Her body faded quickly and soon disappeared. The water light in the palm-sized mirror of the makeup box shook, highlighting Franca's figure. "How magical..." Lumian sighed after seeing this scene. Franka looked left and right in the mirror, looked out for a few seconds, and then disappeared there again. She re-drawn her body opposite Lumian and shook her head. "You can't get out by relying on the mirror..." Without waiting for Lumian's response, the "witch" tried several more methods, but all failed without exception. Finally, she touched the mirror in her makeup box and questioned her spirituality. ——In a place like this, she didn’t dare to do “magic mirror divination” for the time being, for fear of connecting to something dangerous and terrifying. "A way to get out of here... A way to get out of here..." After Franka repeated the divination sentence several times in Hermes, the mirror became dark, as if sinking into a lake at night. The shimmering water swayed, reflecting a figure. It was Lumian, wearing a wide-brimmed round hat, a white shirt, a brown jacket, and dark trousers, with a black flame quietly burning at the tip of his nose. "Uh..." Franka turned around abruptly and looked at her companion next to her. She frowned slightly and said: "Rely on those glasses to find the exit? "Is it too dangerous?" Congratulations on finally finding the easiest solution among my five... Lumian said after careful consideration: "This is no longer the real Trier Underground, and it doesn't seem to be directly connected to the ruins of the Fourth Epoch. As long as we protect it well, we should be able to withstand certain dangers." "Protect..." Franka repeated the word and smiled, "I'm good at this!" With a wave of her right hand, the black flame on Lumian's nose was instantly extinguished. After a few seconds, a drop of bright red liquid slid down and was caught by Franka's outstretched white palm. Then, Franka created new black flames and sealed Lumian's nostrils again.

The pain from the slight burning was bearable for the "Mendicant Monk" Lumian. He asked cautiously: "What are you doing with my blood, curse?" Franka laughed: "Why would I go through so much trouble to kill you? "I'll make you a mirror substitute to protect you from the dangers of using those glasses." As she spoke, she took out a mirror that was less than the size of a palm and smeared Lumian's blood on it. Carrying so many mirrors? One of the core elements of a witch's spell is mirrors? Lumian watched Franca busy with a little understanding and envy. At this time, Franca turned her head and said to him: "Give me two more hairs." Lumian didn't hesitate, he pulled out two and handed them over. A ball of black flame emerged from Franka's hand, burning the two strands of black and gold hair into ashes. She sprinkled the ashes on the mirror, then stroked the surface back and forth with her palm covered with black flames, chanting an inaudible spell. When the black flames suddenly shrank into the mirror, all the traces of blood and hair ashes disappeared. "Don't be more than thirty meters away from me." Franca warned while holding the seemingly normal mirror. Lumian nodded and took out his "secret-seeing glasses" from his pocket. He immediately put the brown, gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, but his right hand did not leave the glasses, still holding the temples, ready to take them off at any time. Almost at the same time, Lumian saw a large number of images: There were faces hidden in the darkness, pale, ferocious, and covered in blood; There was a mass of dark hair floating in the shadows, it seemed to be made up of hundreds or thousands of people's hair, extending to different places; There were lingering figures, rock walls shimmering with water, and a thick darkness that was difficult to see through; There was a puddle of water that was almost a pond, and beneath its dull surface was a huge, swollen, pale face, looking out from within; There is a cave with glittering light... Light... cave... Lumian had an instant intuition that forced his dizzy brain to focus on the image at the very edge. The cave filled with light quickly enlarged, and vaguely an illuminated tunnel could be seen outside. As the cave got closer, Lumian realized that it was just a scene reflected in a mirror, with a hard surface that was difficult to touch. And the mirror was sinking to the bottom of the lightless water. Suddenly, the huge, swollen, pale face rapidly grew larger in front of Lumian's eyes, filling his entire field of vision. Lumian's eyes went dark and he almost lost consciousness. Faintly, he "saw" the flesh and blood on his body trying to separate from his skeleton. Snapped! Lumian heard a crisp sound of breaking, and his mind suddenly became clear. He quickly took off his "secret-seeing glasses" and began to retch. After he adjusted his condition, Franca asked with concern: "Is everything okay?" The mirror in her hand had shattered into countless pieces at some point and scattered on the ground.

Lumian exhaled and said: "It's okay now." He then pointed in a direction: "More than a hundred meters ahead of the tunnel, there is a large puddle with a mirror at the bottom. The mirror reflects a cave, and that cave is connected to a road with light. "There was a very dangerous monster hiding in the puddle. I almost died just because I saw its face clearly." Franka listened quietly, then began to talk to herself in confusion and anger: "Damn, this place can't really be related to the 'witch', right?" (End of this chapter)