Chapter 229 Statue Lumian shook his left hand, causing a colorful sun pattern to appear. The gloomy living room suddenly became much warmer, but the frost on the ground showed no signs of melting. Only those distorted faces, some blue and some pale, turned away one after another. Haman, headless and covered in blood, ran towards Lumian, not caring at all that the opponent's revolver was aimed at him, and tried to forcibly "hug" the target. The painting of the sun caused his body to tremble, and his blood dripped onto the ground. Lumian instinctively felt that he couldn't fight a "blood corpse" like this head-on, so he used his elbows protected by his light brown jacket to repeatedly block Haman's hands. The jacket quickly became stained with blood and showed signs of being corroded. At this time, because "Black Scorpion" Roger did not appear for two or three seconds, Franka was finally able to free her hands. A thick black flame condensed in her palm and she threw it towards the zombie-like Harman. The black flame hit the surface of the bloody corpse like a cannonball. It exploded instantly, silently igniting the spirituality hidden in the blood and corpses.

Haman also began to melt like Castile, like a candle thrown into the fire. Just then, "Black Scorpion" Roger appeared. He emerged from a pale face in the corner of the wall, holding a statue of his entire height in his arms. The sculpture was of a woman with soft features and lifelike folds in her long skirt. After struggling to place the statue on the ground, Roger shrank back and merged into the blurry faces that were distorted in pain, avoiding Lumian's shooting and Franka's black flames in time. The next second, he leaned out from the ceiling chandelier and cursed at a very fast speed: "You are dead!" "I'm going to turn you into fertilizer!" "You son of a bitch, you actually have the guts to break into my 'Land of the Undying'!" "I'm going to suck all the life out of you!" "I want you to have twenty children!" Every time "Black Scorpion" Roger spoke a word, he would change his position. He kept moving and jumping, avoiding the scroll shown by Lumian and Franka's various witchcrafts based on black flames and ice. And each of those seemingly normal words from the Intis language was like a sharp arrow, shooting directly into Lumian and Franka's minds, not only making them dizzy and their heartbeats accelerated, but also making their blood seem to resonate. The female statue in the corner was inspired by this, and a layer of bright flames burned on its surface. With a humming sound, Lumian's head seemed to be hit hard by an imaginary giant hammer, and two streams of bright red blood flowed uncontrollably from his nasal cavity. Almost at the same time, Franca jumped back to the sofa and clenched her left hand, causing Lumian's nosebleed to turn into black flames, leaving Roger no chance to take advantage. She herself had also suffered similar injuries, and she suspected that "Black Scorpion" Roger was using a curse-like spell, which was enhanced by the female statue, so that even she, whose physique and spirit had been greatly enhanced, could not withstand a few words. Since "Black Scorpion" Roger did not protect the statue, Franka believed that attacking it directly would likely lead to more terrible consequences, which would most likely take the form of a curse. She suppressed the boiling of blood, the dizziness in her head and the pain in her body, raised the brass revolver, fired a shot at "Black Scorpion" Roger, and took the opportunity to jump to the area where the statue was. The iron-black bullet shattered a distorted face and left marks on the wall, but failed to hurt Roger.

As soon as Franka landed, she ran around the statue. She did not pull the trigger of the brass revolver again, nor did she stab out the hidden blade. She dodged the thin and slender figures extended from the blood awakened by "Black Scorpion" Roger, while creating layers of frost on the surface of the statue. At this time, Lumian, who was being attacked by "Black Scorpion" Roger, was already in danger. With a sharp roar, illusory black flames suddenly ignited on his body. It made him feel like his life was slipping away quickly and his body became weak as a result. Lumian didn't hesitate any longer. He first threw away the scroll with the strange sun on it, then jumped onto the sofa and reached into his pocket with his left hand. Next to the overturned coffee table where he was standing, the body of "Black Scorpion" Roger emerged from the frozen ground, holding a pitch-black, sharp, half-person-high evil sickle in his hand, which he chopped into two pieces with one stroke. Lumian fell onto the sofa, his left hand having been pulled out of his pocket, holding a slightly pale, slender broken finger. Facing the scythe coming from "Black Scorpion" Roger, he was already quite weak and could only move his body with difficulty to avoid the attack. At the same time, he threw the severed finger in his hand into the air. That's Mr. K's finger! Amid the sounds of leather and cloth tearing, the sofa was split in two by the evil sickle, and the pale finger in the air suddenly expanded and exploded like a bomb. It transformed into drops of rain made of flesh and blood, falling onto Lumian and extinguishing the debilitating black flames. These flesh and blood absorbed the surrounding blood and melted corpses, and quickly condensed together, making Lumian look like he was wearing a hooded blood-red robe. The intense feeling of weakness that had been plaguing Lumian disappeared for the most part, and he leaped up and counterattacked "Black Scorpion" Roger. Seeing this, "Black Scorpion" Roger did not fight hard, but shrank back into the cracked ice layer and into one of the blue and distorted faces. Franka, who had already covered the statue with frost, suddenly felt an intense coldness. The ghosts in the entire living room seemed to become very angry. They rushed in from all directions, stretched out their arms, opened their mouths, and surrounded Franca in the middle. There was a snapping sound, and another mirror shattered. Franka's figure appeared on the ice on the other side. She raised her hand, causing clusters of black flames to rise up around the statue, igniting the blurry souls and bloody shadows. Black Scorpion Roger half-poked out from the nearby wall and cursed again: "Damn bitch!" While weakening his targets, he used the painful faces to quickly move around, sometimes attacking Lumian, sometimes influencing Franca, relying on the "Undying Land" and the statue to suppress the two enemies single-handedly. Every once in a while, an evil black flame would ignite on Lumian's body, draining his life and weakening him, but this was always neutralized by the robe made of flesh and blood on his body. Franka relied on the mirror stand-in to escape from the combined attacks of "evil words", "blood spirit", "weak black flame" and "burning life" again and again. Time passed quickly. Seeing that Charles's robe of flesh and blood had been worn to an extremely thin layer and was about to collapse, and the mirror carried by "Red Boots" Franka and the ice layer she created were almost consumed, "Black Scorpion" Roger poked his head out from the ceiling and laughed maliciously: "Two idiots! "Do you think you can fight against the Land of the Undying? “I am not afraid of any leader of the Sava Party entering here! "go to hell!" This sharp voice penetrated into Lumian and Franca's ears and pierced their minds, causing them to sway as if they could no longer bear it. Seeing this, "Black Scorpion" Roger, who had moved to the side wall, revealed a ferocious yet expectant smile. At this moment, his vision suddenly went dark and strong emotions surged in his heart. That was disbelief, that was surprise and astonishment, that was confusion and panic.

The next second, he lost consciousness. thump! The Sting Gang boss popped out from the wall, fell to the ground and fainted. "Fallen Mercury" finally completed the exchange of fate, changing the fate of the dying homeless man who fainted on his own to "Black Scorpion" Roger! This only took a few minutes, much faster than the previous exchange of Maggot's fate. This is because tramps are ordinary people, and when "Fallen Mercury" chose the fate of "Black Scorpion" Roger, he looked for the least important and least extraordinary one. Lumian fixed his eyes on Roger, the "Black Scorpion", who was wearing aqua blue pajamas. He leaned on his blood-red robe and forced his way through the distorted, transparent, blurry faces. In the biting cold and stiff feeling, he came to the unconscious target, took out a small metal bottle of drugs, unscrewed the lid, and squatted down. He put the sleeping pills obtained from Rentas to the nose of "Black Scorpion" Roger, and fanned the gas with his hands to allow more of them to blend into the enemy's breath. After doing this, Lumian picked up "Black Scorpion" Roger and ran out of the living room under the protection of Franka. The male and female servants here had already hidden away somewhere unknown. As "Black Scorpion" Roger left the living room, those faces that were either blue or pale quickly disappeared, and everything returned to normal. Seeing this, Lumian threw the Sting Gang leader to the ground in front of him and aimed his revolver at his head. After staring for a few seconds, Lumian calmly and silently pulled the trigger. With two bangs, the head of "Black Scorpion" Roger turned into a broken watermelon, with blood splattered everywhere. He lost his life in a coma. Franka glanced at Lumian, who was still aiming at "Black Scorpion" Roger, and asked calmly: "How's it going? Have you let it out yet?" If it wasn't for helping Lumian, she felt that the best way would be to report to brother "007" that "Black Scorpion" Roger and others believed in the Great Mother. Lumian was silent for a few seconds, then he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled: "No. “It just solved a hidden danger.” Hearing this, Franka sighed softly: "There is a saying in my hometown that heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine. If you don't find the right direction, no matter how much you do, it will be useless. "Well, I'll quickly communicate with the spirit and try to evacuate here within three minutes. You hurry up and collect the spoils." “Okay.” As Lumian answered, the remaining blood-stained clothes on his body completely disintegrated, dripping red. That's it? Lumian couldn't help but frown. This is not to say that Mr. K's fingers are not strong. On the contrary, in the previous battle, if it weren't for them, Lumian would have been so weak that he would have lost the ability to resist and would have needed Franka's help. But its performance just now was totally insufficient to fight against the horrible evil spirit of Susanna Mathis, which made Lumian inevitably a little disappointed and confused. His thoughts raced as he walked towards the living room, looking around for valuable items. Suddenly, he saw a figure standing quietly at the stairs, a figure wearing a large hood and a black robe. Mr. K!

As Lumian's pupils dilated, Mr. K disappeared into the shadow. PS: I recommend a book, "The Secret of the Shepherd", written by our old friend Buqi Shixian. The plot summary is: When the plot skips, the player enters the game world. (End of this chapter)