Chapter 356 Crazy Figure "Now that I have it, why don't I give it a try?" The white skeletons looked at Lumian, who was frightened by the terrifying aura, and laughed with joy, mockery, exaggeration or madness. Wow! The bleak spring water, not pale enough, gushed out of the dark hole and filled the small "pond". Compared with before, there was another figure in the water. The figure seemed to be burning fiercely, and the almost colorless flames enveloped his entire body. Although he only occupied a corner of the spring, to the frozen Lumian he seemed extremely huge, comparable to a mountain. In the nearly invisible flames, the figure revealed long, dull blood-colored hair, and a sculpted face covered with traces of decay and pus. The bones inside gleamed with a metallic luster like steel, and the iron-black eyes seemed to be "rusted", revealing a somewhat hideous blood color. Yellowish "magma" kept dripping from the figure's body, and was quickly extinguished by the pale spring water.

As the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain" gushed out again, the densely packed white bones that had made the sound fell silent at the same time, scattered with a crash, and seemed about to rot into mud. After seeing the rotting figure like a mountain, the smell of blood and rust in Lumian's nose became stronger and stronger. His frightened mind was stained with madness and wanted to destroy everything, which completely ignited his already existing irritability and brutality. If he had not been in a state of near death, with even his thoughts completely withered, he would have lost his mind and become a madman. In that case, he might lose control at any time. But even so, he still stood frozen in place, as if facing his most feared natural enemy. He could only tremble in fear, forgetting to resist or escape. Wow! The highly decayed figure burning with invisible flames stepped into the dark cave entrance and tried to walk towards the edge of the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain". He tried to stretch out his right palm, which was constantly dripping with light yellow and red liquid, and grab Lumian who was standing there. The spring water surged and the light mist gathered, preventing the figure that gave the illusion of a mountain from escaping from the spring. The figure let out a low growl, and within those iron-black, red eyes was a pure madness that could contaminate anyone simply by looking at it. Affected by this, Lumian's mind was buzzing and blank, and the "Samaritan Woman Fountain" began to shake violently. Although the terrifying figure failed to break free from the spring water, it successfully prevented them from shrinking back into the dark hole. At the same time, the rotten and dim figures floating in the spring water were driven by the roar and rushed to the shore. Among them, there was a pus-filled woman with a calm temperament like the night, a rotting corpse wearing a golden crown, an iron-colored skeleton with a large number of greasy feathers growing out, a figure that seemed to be entangled by countless broken maggots, and a strange existence with only a black mass left... These figures were also unable to escape from the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain", but moved closer to the edge, reaching out their hands, some pale and pus-filled, some highly rotten, some covered with yellowish feathers, or some composed of disgusting maggots, towards Lumian's feet. The long black hair floating on the water like a clump of weeds suddenly came to life and extended rapidly out of the spring. The white-robed woman wandering around the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain" was instantly entangled in layers of black hair, and Lumian's figure was reflected in her dull and cold blue eyes. Lumian was grabbed by strange and terrifying hands, and was pulled by his long black hair. He slowly and uncontrollably slid towards the "Samaritan Woman Fountain", approaching the huge figure made up of madness and fire. His body was getting colder and colder, and his mind was getting blanker and blanker. At this moment, all the light in front of his eyes suddenly disappeared and was filled with the deepest darkness. The melodious singing and chanting coming from afar made the area peaceful and tranquil, and made those blurry and dim figures no longer so crazy, as if they were comforted.

The terrifying hands that had grabbed Lumian's feet and nearly froze his soul and flesh all retracted. The long black hair that had been pulling at his body lost its vitality and fell limply to the ground. The figure that was suspected to be a high-ranking witch wandering around the "Samaritan Woman Fountain" also stopped, as if listening to the music of the night. Even the most terrifying and crazy figure began to slow down, because its terrifying aura had weakened a lot. Lumian regained his senses and instantly figured out what had happened: The thief who stole the blood ore was Monette from the "Different" dance hall! He deliberately created a coincidence and met himself on the fourth floor of the underground tomb in order to use the skills of stealing to quietly return the earth blood ore to himself, so that he could bring the ore specimen to the "Samaritan Woman Fountain" without noticing and trigger the abnormality! You know, Lumian has no plans to carry the blood ore into the underground recently. He feels that with his current strength, it is difficult to cope with the various anomalies in underground Trier. The purpose of the theft and return of the archipelago swindler Monette is to make him passively start an experience that may be good or bad! As for why the other party did this and what their purpose was, we may have to wait until the matter is over to find out. As Lumian's thoughts raced, he subconsciously reached out to grab Hela's arm, activating the mark of the contract, intending to use the ability of "Spiritual Travel" to escape from here. During this process, he also tried to shake off the Earth Blood Ore in his palm, allowing it to attract away the crazy figure with long blood-colored hair. However, the blood ore seemed to be affected by the abnormal environment here and showed obvious signs of weathering. Silently, it shattered into powder and flew away, while the traces of blood in it stained Lumian's palm and eroded into his skin. On the other side, the flame of the white candle in Hela’s hand was extremely dim and could go out at any time, while the black diamond ring on her right hand quietly emitted a pure darkness like the deep night. Lumian grabbed her arm, but found that the two of them were motionless. This area seems to be isolated from the spiritual world and there is no way to escape! Can’t escape… Lumian decisively withdrew his hand and opened his mouth towards the flaming figure that was looking at him with crazy eyes: "what!" A faint yellow light spurted out of his mouth and landed on the dim figure that was as huge as a mountain. The figure shook slightly, but was unaffected, and once again let out an invisible roar. After receiving the new "order", the strange figures that were comforted by the quiet night trembled all over, stretched out their rotten or disgusting hands again, grabbed Lumian's feet, and the black hair that fell to the ground was lifted up again. Lumian saw that there was no time to dodge, and balls of blazing flames suddenly appeared around him. These red flowers of destruction quickly dimmed and went out, as if all their life was consumed in an instant. The pale, pus-filled hand first grabbed Lumian's right foot, making him suddenly "quiet" and his thoughts quickly settled. The highly decayed palms, the iron-colored skeleton covered with yellowish feathers, and the bodies made up of broken maggots also completed their tasks one after another, dragging Lumian, who seemed to be sleeping with his eyes open, into the "Samaritan Woman Fountain". Surrounding "Hela" are layers upon layers of long black hair, which break through the quiet night and entwine around the lady who is showing some signs of decay. Lumian stared at the face with hard and rotten lines, and the pair of iron-black eyes with blood and rust, feeling the pure and extreme madness, but he couldn't even have a thought. His body became increasingly stiff, and purple-red corpse spots appeared on his surface. He was only one step away from the pale spring. At this moment, the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain", which had been delayed for a long time by the huge figure, finally "broke through" the dam, and rolled all the figures back into the dark hole where even light could not penetrate. The huge figure burning with invisible flames let out an unwilling roar, but was still carried away by the pale spring water and disappeared into the depths of the hole. Lumian "woke up" suddenly, and seeing the female figure in white robes starting to wander around again, he quickly turned around and ran towards the top of the slope. His idea is simple: Since the anomaly came from the Earth Blood Ore, and the Earth Blood Ore was now half integrated into his palm, he had to hurry and escape instead of taking this opportunity to scoop up the remaining water in the spring.

As long as he could escape from here before the pale spring water gushed out again and that terrifying figure floated up again, "Hela" who stayed here would be much safer and could get water relatively calmly, including his share. As for how to run, when "teleportation" doesn't work, relying on legs is the only way now. As Lumian ran, he was still preparing to escape in case he didn't have time. He used his "arsonist" ability to stabilize the flame of the white candle, and took out the "torture" gloves from his bag and put them on his palms. At the same time, he tried to recite Mr. Fool's honorific name in Hermetic: "A fool who does not belong to this era..." This was the inspiration given to him by the gray mist surrounding the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain"! Wow! Lumian had just finished reading halfway and ran a distance when the sound of spring water gushing out suddenly rang out. This was happening faster than he expected! The roar that smelled of blood, rust, and madness echoed in the area again. Not understanding Lumian's thoughts, Hela, who had followed him out of the edge of the fountain, trembled again, as if she had transformed from an emotionless corpse into a frightened living person. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the huge body burning with invisible flames, the bloody hair and the tattered bloodstained armor. Lumian was also shocked, and even had an urge to surrender and give up resistance. He tried his best to endure it, but he could no longer recite the Honorable Name, so he could only place his hope on the "torture" gloves. Hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer, those hidden evil gods will cast a glance at you because of the material of the gloves and send out dangerous creatures to influence you or launch an attack. In the past, Lumian would have prayed that the upcoming anomaly would be within his ability to handle, but now, he hoped that it would be as dangerous as possible! Only when the water is muddy will the fish have a chance to escape! (End of this chapter)