Chapter 390 Bad In a room with thick curtains drawn. Lumian suddenly felt that the "mirror double" placed inside his clothes became extremely cold. Even through a linen shirt, he couldn't help but shiver. His heart tightened and he didn't bother to pretend to sleep anymore. He turned over and sat up, taking out the mirror. Under the dim crimson moonlight, the mirror turned grey and felt like a piece of solid ice when held in the hand. Lumian knew that this meant something had happened to Franka, so without hesitation, he used the mystical connection between the Stand and the original body to make the black mark on the right shoulder glow. His figure suddenly disappeared on the bed and was outlined in the living room of the apartment at 6 White Coat Street. Almost at the same time, Lumian saw that the surroundings were gray, as if covered by a layer of fog that could block the crimson moonlight, and Franka was lying in the armchair, her body stiff and twisted, as if she was struggling to death. Her lake-blue eyes were filled with anger, fear, impatience, worry and other emotions, and there was a vague figure surrounding them. Her head seemed to want to move slowly, but was tugged by invisible threads, and it stopped from time to time. At this moment, Lumian and Franka heard the sound of nails scratching on a blackboard at the same time. Those were words that they could not understand, which pierced into their spirits and carried their spirits upward until they arrived at a dark void that was twinkling with countless stars.

At the highest point of the void, there are many mysterious symbols floating around, whose specific forms are difficult to describe. They formed a dynamic, strange gate surrounding the darkness where not even light could penetrate. Lumian and Franka's spirits involuntarily flew towards the door, and before they got close, they heard a faint voice coming from inside. It seems to encompass the mysteries of all the worlds in the universe, and also seems to be like the madness, self-destruction and darkness hidden in everyone's heart. The closer they got to the dynamic door, the more obvious the mumbling became, causing Lumian and Franca's heads to throb violently, but there was also some strong, instinctive desire that drove them to enter the door, overlap and fit with the invisible object behind the door, establish a secret connection, and thus gain knowledge about the essence, source, supernatural, and power. As countless mysterious symbols continued to float around, the door seemed to open slightly, and a large number of invisible creatures, whose existence could only be sensed but whose specific forms could not be seen, swarmed into the crack of the door. With a buzzing sound, Lumian and Franca's minds went blank, as if they were hit hard by a huge hammer. The whispers they had heard before came alive in their minds, and each word became a shadowy, grotesque creature that invaded every corner of their spirit and flesh. Franka's eyes suddenly widened, her flaxen hair fluttered in the wind, floating in the air, and became slightly thicker. Blood was oozing from the corners of her eyes, her nostrils, her ears, her mouth, and many pores on her body, as if there was a devil inside her body trying to separate her flesh and skin. Franka's thoughts were in great confusion, like a human being thrown into a factory blender. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the "ghost" attached to her broke away from this "Witch of Joy". The "vengeful spirit" wearing a black short suit and with a hint of green in his eyes, opened his mouth and let out a shrill scream. The sounds of both the unreal and real things breaking rang out simultaneously, and Franka's body disappeared from the armchair and appeared in the only bedroom. Although the "mirror double" was naturally stimulated, she only escaped the possible loss of control and still fainted and lost consciousness on the spot. In the reflection of the broken mirror fragments of an armchair, Lumian, who was also hit by the double blow of muttering and screaming, was in much better condition than Franka. Every time he advanced in rank or prayed for a blessing, he would be affected by more powerful and terrifying whispers. He relied on the protection of the seal and his own perseverance to persevere time and time again, and had a relatively high resistance to such attacks. At this time, although he also experienced severe headaches, loss of thinking, and ruptured capillaries in many parts of his body, he had not completely lost his instinctive reactions and basic thoughts. He just bent his back unconsciously, and his face was distorted hideously in the blood. The next second, the "ghost" disappeared in front of the armchair and appeared in Lumian's blue eyes.

His mind suddenly became fuzzy, his body felt cold, and his blood seemed to have frozen into white frost. While he was still able to think, Lumian immediately used his "spiritual travel" ability to leave the room and move a few hundred meters away. He knew very well that the "Master of Secret Puppetry" did not have the ability to transform into a "ghost". Even if they possessed similar magical items, given their fighting style, they would not likely take to the battlefield themselves. Therefore, the "ghost" possessing him was most likely a puppet. Once a puppet was out of the control range of the "Master of Secret Puppetry", it would lose control and would no longer function. At that time, Lumian will "teleport" back and try to take Franka away. Although this would basically make him lose his combat capability, it also destroyed one of Loki's secret puppets, forcing the opponent to weigh whether to go all in or retreat cautiously. After all, he didn't know how many times Lumian's spirituality could support "teleportation". This was not an ability that an "arsonist" should have, and there was a high probability that Loki would not be able to make an accurate judgment! Just as Lumian was about to activate the "Spiritual Travel" mark, a very attractive voice sounded in his ears: "give up." The sound whizzed into Lumian's spirit, causing chaos and interrupting his attempt. Then, his thoughts began to stagnate and his body became increasingly stiff and rigid. The magnetic voice laughed undisguisedly: "I don't know what traps you set in your room. It may be related to Hela. After all, without her cooperation, you can't pretend to be a Muggle and sneak into the research institute, right, Aurore Lee's brother Lumian Lee? I have seen your wanted poster. "In Trier, the most accessible Beyonders are those of the Hunter Path, so there is a saying that goes like this: "Don't fight a 'Hunter' on his home turf. “No one knows what strange traps the ‘hunters’ will bury in their ‘homes’. "I don't want to take any risks, and I don't plan to face Hela, although I'm not too afraid of her, unless she has figured out a way to become a demigod. Anyway, why should I fight a Hunter on his home turf? My choice is to raid the Hidden Blade, lure you to come to my rescue, and move you away from your home turf to fight in the place I preset. "During the afternoon's test, I was certain that you had an item that could observe each other's state or established some kind of mystical connection. Well, it should be the exchange of 'mirror substitutes'. Haha, what do you think my other secret doll was doing at that time? "Actually, I don't want to kill the Hidden Blade, nor do I plan to turn her into a secret doll. A living witch is better. I can even use this experience to make her feel miserable and desperate. When she is promoted to Sequence 4, I will have a semi-secret doll..." This voice did not have the ability to "provoke", but every word made Lumian's anger rise sharply. These words can obviously affect the mind and spirit, always interfering with Lumian's ability to use his abilities. Coupled with the dual restrictions of "Ghost Possession" and "Master of Secret Puppetry", Lumian has almost become a statue that can't speak or move, standing still, waiting for the final judgment of fate to come. A thin gray mist filled the room, making it difficult for any movement here to be transmitted to the outside world. The magnetic voice smiled and continued: "It shouldn't be so troublesome. Unfortunately, there is a high-ranking person sealed in your body. Only by turning you into a puppet can I ensure my safety. I don't want to face a high-ranking person after you die. Who knows if he will thank me or kill me as well. "Are you wondering why I could recognize you? The seal on your body is probably not sensed by others, but in my eyes, it is as bright as a firefly in the dark night. As soon as you arrived at the room where the typewriter was placed, I was sure that you were the one pretending to be a 'Muggle'. So, unless you can get away from me for a distance, like the first time you counter-tracked me, I can follow you without a secret doll. "Yes, when you showed up at the party and came to our April Fools' Day group, I knew there was something wrong with you. I suspected at the time that the Muggle had relied on the seal to get rid of the split of her soul. Who knew, she really died, and you are her brother. "Haha, I still remember that in the second half of last year, every time she attended a party, she would look for 'I Have a Friend' to treat the psychological problems and mental risks caused by the incorrect use of 'Soul Summoning Technique', and 'I Have a Friend' would tell us her pain, her desire, her struggle, her softness, and her changes again and again. "It was pretty gross and totally against doctor's code, but it was fun, it was entertaining, it gave us enough of a sense of accomplishment and kept us all there laughing." Hearing this, Lumian's mind buzzed. When "Loki" pointed out his loophole, he was just a little annoyed, but when "Loki" described what happened to Auror, he became extremely angry. Auror fell ill and sincerely went to see a doctor for treatment, but the doctor not only treated her perfunctorily, but also regarded her pain and misery as a source of happiness. He betrayed her privacy again and again, telling others all about her illness and her struggles, allowing them to laugh at her behind her back. Moreover, it was this group of people who sold the "Soul Summoning Technique" to Aurore. Damn!

Every one of these people deserves to die! Worth it, the most tragic death! Although his thoughts were full of pauses, the rage in Lumian's heart finally erupted, igniting his spirit and spreading to his flesh and blood. He didn't try to control it, and he couldn't control it because of the constant interference. Red flames began to emerge from Lumian's body, and tiny red tubes appeared in Lumian's eyes, full of hideous blood. This is a sign of losing control, and if it continues, he will truly lose control. But Lumian was not afraid and even cooperated actively. Even if I lose control and become a monster and a madman, I will drag you all into the abyss together! Relying on the body's "instinctive reaction", the red flames spread in all directions, burning the "ghosts", igniting the furniture, and creating a fire. Unfortunately, this did not have much effect on "Loki" who was hiding somewhere unknown and the secret doll that had turned into a resentful soul. The flames could not burn to that extent in a short period of time. The only effect was to make that magnetic voice pause for two seconds, and then he smiled again: "It's useless. I know that you mainly want to use the fire to seek help from the outside world instead of attacking me. But I deceived the Hidden Blade before, saying that I was speeding up the progress. In fact, I used the power of gray fog to create a special environment and block the information here. "If you try your best, you can indeed break the barrier of the remaining fog. After all, I can't ask for too much power, but now, it's useless." As soon as Loki finished speaking, a crazy, terrifying, violent and exaggerated aura emerged from Lumian, breaking through the thin mist and rushing towards the sky. (End of this chapter)