Chapter 639 Catharsis In just a dozen seconds, the two Beyonders who were fighting noticed that someone was watching, and they instinctively distanced themselves from each other and turned their gazes to Lumian. Lumian, who was leaning against the alley wall, laughed and said: "Go ahead and keep fighting. Don't mind me." The young native holding a heavy dagger and slightly opening his left palm stared at Lumian, a man with black hair and green eyes, who had an outstanding appearance and wore a golden straw hat, his eyes full of vigilance. Who is this? What does he want to do? The short-haired man holding two alien-shaped scalpels was equally alert. He glanced at Lumian, then at the young native, then suddenly lowered his body and dropped his arms. Thick black smoke with a strong smell of sulfur instantly filled the area around him, completely covering his figure. Lumian's smile remained unchanged, and his right eyebrow raised slightly. Seeing this, the young native didn't care about Lumian's reaction. He stretched out his slightly opened left hand, and the shadow lingering in his palm suddenly expanded and turned into a twisted "dark cloud". This "dark cloud" merged into the area filled with a strong smell of sulfur. In just a blink of an eye, it absorbed the thick black smoke into its body, making the entire alley clear again and allowing the red moon in the sky to illuminate the place again.

But the man with short black hair, dark green eyes and expressionless face had disappeared. Ran away? The young native was shocked, angry and annoyed. While searching for clues, he subconsciously turned his head and looked at the place where Lumian had just stood. There was nothing in front of the wall, no one in sight. When did he leave? How come I didn't notice it at all? The young native holding the heavy dagger was in doubt, not knowing whether to continue chasing the target. ………… Bram, who had successfully escaped from the alley with his spell-like ability, put away the two alien scalpels and walked along the dark, unlit roads, constantly changing directions in an attempt to shake off the imaginary tracker. During this process, he also pried open the shoemaker's shop on the street, changed into a pair of leather shoes that did not fit him very well, and dealt with the traces of break-in. After making three large circles in a row, Plum returned to the alley where he had fought before and entered a house in a nearby block. It was a simple apartment built of dark stone and brown trees. Plum opened the door of his own room, walked in, and closed the wooden door behind him. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. Then, he took out a transparent glass bottle from the gray cloth bag hanging at his waist. The bottle was filled with an almost colorless liquid stained with dark red. In the liquid was a pair of plump lips with some blood left. The lips were slightly open, as if filled with intense pain and fear. Plum stared at the glass bottle in his hand in fascination, as if he were appreciating a work of art. After a long while, he withdrew his gaze, walked to the side of the room, and opened the cupboard standing there. There are seven or eight similar glass bottles in the cupboard, and each of them contains a lip, with a dull color and different lines, some slightly upturned, and some pouting. Bram placed the newly acquired spoils in an empty space and drew an evil symbol on it with sticky blood-colored paint. After doing this, he stroked different lips through the glass bottles with his fingers, just like appreciating each outstanding work at an art exhibition. "How perverted."

Suddenly, a sarcastic sigh echoed in Plum’s ears. He suddenly turned his body and looked towards the place where the sound came from, and found that a young man with black hair and green eyes, wearing a golden straw hat, with the top two buttons of a white shirt undone, was sitting on the armchair next to the table. he? Plum's pupils dilated rapidly as he recognized the man who suddenly appeared in his room: The person who just watched him fight with that member of the "Spiritual Cult"! When did he come? How did he track me down without me noticing? Lumian smiled and kindly answered the other person's question: “Did no one tell you that the smell of preservatives in that glass bottle is really noticeable? "Besides, you got a little blood when you killed someone." Plum's heart tightened. "Are you 'Hunter'?" As he spoke, he moved slowly and quietly. "You know a lot." Lumian maintained his previous sitting position. "Then why did you cut off your lips, soak them in preservatives, and carry them with you? This doesn't make you a qualified 'serial killer'. I see. You have the desire and need to collect trophies. This not only satisfies yourself, but also serves as material for a ritual. Haha, desire harms people. 'Cold-blooded' people are just calm and cruel, but they will still make mistakes calmly, betting that they will not be caught if they don't do the details rigorously enough." When Lumian saw the thick black smoke with a sulfur smell produced by this perverted murderer, he roughly knew that he was a Sequence 7 "Serial Killer" of the "Criminal" pathway. It is mentioned in the book "Demonology" in the New Silver City that after the "Criminal" pathway reaches Sequence 8 "Cold-blooded", also known as "Broken-winged Angel", some inhuman characteristics will appear in the body, and two or three spell-like abilities in the demon domain will be acquired. This varies from person to person, and different people have different gains. Some gain poisonous fire, some gain "harmful words", and "making black smoke" is one of them. Based on the target's performance in battle, Lumian basically determined that he was only Sequence 7 and was just a "serial killer." Plum's forehead twitched when he heard Lumian's ridicule and sarcasm. He remained calm, moving little by little, and whispered: "Are you looking for me just to chat? "What exactly do you want from me?" As soon as he finished speaking, thick black smoke with a strong smell of sulfur filled the air around the "serial killer". With the cover of black smoke, Bram's eyes darkened and he used a spell-like ability from his other demonic realm. His body changed color like a chameleon, almost matching the spreading smoke. Then he moved quickly and silently to the door, opened it, and rushed out. Plum's eyes blurred, and he saw the still spreading black smoke, and the green-eyed man sitting in the reclining chair, smiling at him. He went back into the room. Compared with the previous state, there was only one difference, he changed from facing the door to having his back to the door. "Bottle of fiction"! After Lumian sneaked into the room, the first thing he did was not to strike a pose, but to construct a "Bottle of Fiction" that the Beyonders could not pass through the exit! Bram was not affected by the sudden surge of frustration and annoyance. In the thick black smoke that greatly obscured his vision, he jumped to the side, rolled to the side of the bed, and pulled out a six-barreled machine gun from the bottom. He raised his machine gun, aimed at Lumian, and pulled the trigger. Amid the sound of clattering bullets, Lumian's figure disappeared from the armchair, where the furniture was torn apart by the storm of metal bullets. Gone? As soon as this thought flashed through Plum's mind, he instinctively raised his head and saw the man in the golden straw hat, surrounded by a large number of red and white flaming crows, falling from the ceiling towards his head. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, the fire crows rushed towards Plum one after another before Lumian could.

Bram had no time to escape the encirclement, so he could only throw away the six-barreled machine gun and try to curl up and roll under the bed to avoid the explosion. But those red and white fire crows dissipated on their own. Lumian landed on his feet in front of him, put on a gray-white lightning-shaped brooch, and said with a smile: "Didn't you just ask me what I wanted to do? “What I want to do is simple: "I haven't let off steam in a long time. I'm in urgent need of a human sandbag." As soon as he finished speaking, Lumian threw a punch at Plum who was curled up. Plum subconsciously raised his right arm to block. With a bang, a silver-white electric light jumped from Lumian’s fist into Plum’s arm and spread to every part of his body. Plum shuddered, and even though his body had undergone inhuman changes, he was briefly paralyzed. Lumian followed up with another fist, hitting Plum's cheek directly. boom! The "serial killer's" head was hit askew, with several teeth flying out and mixed with blood. Silvery white lightning burst out once again, wandering around Plum's head. Bang, bang, bang, Lumian punched left and right, his fists firing continuously, making Plum feel as if he was caught in the wind and rain of a thunderstorm. Not to mention fighting back, even parrying was difficult to succeed because of the electric shock. Bang bang bang! Lumian had a grim expression as he punched Bram in the face, chest, arms, and head again and again, causing this Beyonder from the "criminal" path to have a sunken chest, broken ribs, a swollen face, a folded skull, and a burnt upper body. After a severe beating, Lumian clenched his fists and raised his arms. He slammed into Bram's left shoulder. boom! Plum's left shoulder collapsed completely. He fell to the ground with a thud, no longer in human form, and his breath was extremely weak. "Is that all? It doesn't matter, I can let my servants treat you and then continue." Lumian smiled and stopped. In Plum's eyes, this was a typical devil's laugh. Without waiting for Plum to respond in fear, Lumian took off the "Wrath of the Sea" brooch, put it back into the "Traveler's Bag", and asked in a very gentle tone: "Tell me, which family are you from?" Plum's body had already begun to dehumanize, and he was in a relatively strong state. Lumian had not attacked his vital points and had even avoided them, so he was not close to unconsciousness and could still think to some extent. Many thoughts flashed through his mind, and the picture in his mind finally froze on Lumian's smile just now. After a brief silence, Plum replied weakly: "I am a member of the Andrellad family." (End of this chapter)