Chapter 631 A Horrible Dream Faintly, Lumian saw bubbles gurgling out of the dark liquid that soaked most of the bloody devil's body. They were brown-green in color, like tree tumors. The bubbles burst in an instant, reflecting brilliant colors and blending into the dark liquid. Lumian felt something was wrong and wanted to close his eyes so as not to see these details, but he was in a dream and could not control himself freely. There seemed to be a figure hidden in the depths of the dark liquid. It was slightly raising its head and looking at the bloody devil. The figure's body was covered with wet tree knots of either brown-green or light brown, which reminded Lumian of Susanna Mathis, Susanna Mathis in the state of "Fallen Dryad". But the difference between the two is that Susanna Matisse's tree tumors, branches, leaves and flower buds grow out of the body and are integrated with the original body, while the tree tumors in the current figure are more like they are piercing straight out from the flesh and blood, from the internal organs, stained with blood, and showing off wantonly. In his dream, Lumian subconsciously raised his right hand, wiped the corner of his eyes, and found that the back of his hand was bright red. He didn't know when blood flowed from his eyes, and his vision was a blurry red. In the blur, the overall outline of the figure emerged.

It seemed to be growing on a giant brown-green tree, pierced by branches, eroded by tree tumors, covered with flower buds, and oozing sticky liquid. Lumian felt a strong burning sensation in his chest, causing him to instinctively close his eyes even in his dream. But this is still a step too slow. boom! Lumian's eyes exploded, and severe pain flooded his mind. He finally woke up, curled up in pain, and raised his hands to cover his eyes. The area where the tentacles touched was flat, sticky and moist, and filled with the smell of blood. As an "ascetic monk" who had experienced many serious injuries, it took Lumian several minutes to recover from the pain that threatened to make him faint at any time. He fumbled to sit up and his eyes opened naturally. total darkness. There was no crimson moonlight, nor were there any outlines of the various furniture in the bedroom. He couldn't see anything. Lumian raised his hand again and touched his eye sockets very gently, and found that both eyeballs were "deflated" and obviously broken. "You saw something you shouldn't have seen. Did your eyes explode?" Lumian laughed at himself. Moreover, he saw it in a dream, and it was not what he wanted to see! He thought about it for a moment and felt that if the seal of Mr. Fool on his body had not been triggered by stress or by Thermiporos, and he had closed his eyes in time, it might not just be his eyes that would have exploded. Lumian wiped the tip of his nose and, as expected, felt dampness and smelled a fishy odor with a hint of rust. He was in a good mood and laughed softly: "Fortunately, what flowed out should be just blood, no brain matter." This is a feeling of gratitude, gratitude for being able to survive a disaster. Compared to the tragic state of his head, Lumian's body had almost no injuries, except that he was a little weak.

He stood up, holding onto the edge of the bed. With no sight and a nearly dysfunctional sense of smell, he relied on the "hunter's" grasp of every detail of the home environment and the map in his mind to easily walk around the chair, open the bedroom door, enter the living room, and knock on the servant's room. "Yes, what's the matter?" Startled, Lugano, wearing a cotton shirt and underpants that served as pajamas, hurriedly opened the wooden door. He was afraid of encountering the terrible thing like Father Monserrate again. The next second, under the crimson moonlight, he saw Lumian's blood-stained face and his empty blood-red eye sockets filled with broken pieces. "This...what, what happened?" Lugano asked stutteringly. Who beat the employer like this? Who could beat him like this? How about we "teleport" away from here first? Lumian calmly pointed to his eyes: "Get treatment." "Okay." Lugano answered subconsciously at first, then said awkwardly, "The eyeball is in this state, there is no way to cure it. We can only find another suitable transplant." Lumian endured the pain and said calmly: "No, just stop the bleeding and relieve the pain." "Okay." Lugano didn't dare to argue. He followed his employer's instructions and stretched out his left palm, which was shining faintly. With the contact of his palm and the simple treatment of the scalpel, Lumian felt a cool feeling in the area where his eyes were, and the pain was no longer as unbearable as before. Of course, he still couldn't see. "You can continue to sleep." Lumian waved his hand, as if he had not lost his sight. He put one hand in his pocket, stepped over the Tutan language textbook that Ludwig had dropped on the carpet, walked to the armchair at a moderate pace, lay down on it, and rocked gently. Lugano looked at it for a while in confusion and nervousness, then went back to bed, but couldn't fall asleep. When the morning sun shone on the edge of the sea, the "doctor" suddenly got out of bed and decided to get a cup of coffee to refresh himself. As he left the room, he saw his employer stretching his body, his green eyes bright and without any signs of injury. "You, are you okay?" Lugano was stunned. Lumian replied with a bright smile: "Yes." “…” Lugano couldn’t find the words for a moment. How does the employer make the eyeball grow back? What kind of monster is this? As his doctor, my role is only to stop the bleeding and relieve the pain? Lumian paid no attention to the servant's psychological changes. He returned to the master bedroom, opened the curtains, spread out the paper, and picked up a dark black fountain pen. "I'm still not cautious enough..." He sighed suddenly. After choosing to accept the warning of the two devils with ice-blue eyes and preparing to leave Hunt Island with the "Berry", he thought there was no danger, so he was not in a hurry to write to Ms. "Magician". He planned to observe the follow-up and take action after completely leaving this port.

Who knew that I would have such a horrible and dangerous dream last night! Lumian first suspected that a devil with ice-blue eyes suddenly entered an uncontrollable state and secretly influenced him. Then he thought that he was secretly contaminated when he saw the bloody devil and the black liquid with the "secret glasses". It was not until he fell asleep and entered a dream that he completely erupted. Gathering his thoughts, he wrote down everything he had seen and heard on Hunter Island in words, only replacing the name "Napolidisli" with the phrase "love spell". At the end of the letter, Lumian wrote sincerely: "Maybe I've encountered too many demons recently. I feel like I've accumulated too much pollution. I want to receive treatment." Then, Lumian arranged the ceremony, summoned the "doll" messenger, and handed over the letter paper folded into a square. The "Doll" messenger stretched out his right hand to receive the letter, while covering his nose with his left palm and said: “You stepped on the stinkiest thing in the world! “It stinks! “It’s so dirty!” After pinching the letter between two fingers, the "doll" messenger quickly disappeared in the room. Lumian waited for a while, and when he saw that the "magician" lady didn't reply immediately, he decided to go somewhere else to see if he could get some "treatment". That was the cathedral of the "Mother Earth" Church in Hunter Harbor where he had visited yesterday. In the early morning, before work begins, many believers come here to listen to the sermon. The one who was preaching was the same clergyman in his prime with ice-blue eyes from yesterday. It interprets a certain doctrine in the scriptures, and expands on the idea that good and evil have the same origin and cannot be separated, and that good should be promoted and evil should be suppressed. Isn't it a bit strange for a devil like you to say this? Lumian muttered to himself, sitting in the first row and listening casually. He soon felt that the church had a strong vitality. Grass and trees were growing around it, mushrooms were sprouting, and the smell of wheat and milk made people feel peaceful. Unconsciously, Lumian found that his life was flourishing. Each of the major orthodox churches has its own merits… he sighed silently. After five or six minutes, the clergyman with ice-blue eyes finished his sermon, came up to him, and said with a gentle smile: “Young people who are willing to listen to advice will always have a bright future. "Praise the earth, praise the mother of all things!" Is this a hint that I am "satisfied that I stopped asking around, exploring the forest, and looking for the person with ice-blue eyes since yesterday at noon"? Lumian looked at the clergyman with ice-blue eyes and put away his raised hands, thought for a moment, and said: "But I had a horrible dream last night and almost died from it." "What dream?" the clergyman with ice-blue eyes asked kindly. "Bishop, what's your name?" Lumian asked instead of answering. "Newman." The clergyman with ice-blue eyes said his name in human society. Lumian briefly described the bloody devil, black liquid, blurry figures and tree branches in his dream, but did not say what kind of harm he suffered in the end. Bishop Newman listened quietly, stared at Lumian for a few seconds and said: "Would you like to hear me preach?"

“Okay.” Lumian also wanted to hear what this devil with ice-blue eyes would say. Newman opened the bible in his arms and said in a magnetic voice: “There are two abysses: one is physical, the entrance is somewhere in the real world, and the other is spiritual, the entrance is deep in each of our hearts. “These two abysses are sometimes separate, but often they are one. “Good intentions and evil thoughts come from the same source. We will inevitably have evil thoughts such as jealousy, hatred, destruction, greed, harm, arrogance, etc. This is normal and not a sin. “But if we kill out of jealousy, hate, greed, and commit all kinds of sins out of arrogance, our souls will gradually sink into the abyss of our hearts. “When the time comes, I can only confess to my mother, just like now. "Merciful Mother, I have fallen into the abyss of evil..." Lumian listened quietly and understood what Bishop Newman was saying: I made a mistake because of my arrogance. The fact that he had taken risks many times before without encountering any major problems made him underestimate the potential dangers of higher-level things. He stood up and raised his hands: "I see. "Praise the earth, praise the mother of all things!" Newman nodded with satisfaction. Back on the Berry, Lumian saw the reply letter folded into a square. The letter contained a spiritual coordinate and a sentence: "That's the end of Hant Island. Find some time to go here for treatment." (End of this chapter)