Chapter 673 Suddenly In the intense dizziness that felt like his soul and body were about to be separated, Lumian saw the trees that seemed to be sleeping in the night and the dark black boulders again... He finally took off the brown glasses on his nose and bent his body slightly to relieve the discomfort. Even an "ascetic monk" cannot use the "mystery-seeing glasses" for too long. Of course, this actually ensures safety to a certain extent. After this "spying", Lumian confirmed two things: First, there is indeed something special under the ground of "Xi Suo's" house, but it is more like an illusory symbol rather than a real thing. It shows that this place has suffered some kind of pollution or influence, and the most serious part is in the corresponding underground; Second, this influence is associated with the huge black rock deep in the primeval jungle. "How is it?" asked Maslo, with white paint on his face. Lumian stuffed the "Secret Spectacles" back into the "Traveler's Bag" and smiled. "I 'saw' that the anomaly here came from a huge black rock deep in the primeval jungle. Have you ever seen or heard of that huge black rock?" The slightly pale Reysa and the shoulder-length black-haired Maslo shook their heads at the same time, indicating no.

Lumian was in no rush to do the second thing he had planned for tonight. He glanced at Reaza, who was wearing a thin suit and seemed to be a hybrid of Intis and West Balam, and said casually: "I thought that with your arrival, some people in Tizamo Town would gradually evacuate and stay in Paros Port for a while. "You know, in three days, the 'Dream Festival' should start." Reyaza said calmly: “Based on my experience, except for those who arrived in Tizamo Town in the last two weeks, it is best for others not to leave here and go somewhere else to prevent the spread of abnormalities. "We'll consider it after the Dream Festival is over and that primitive tribe launches another attack." A very standardized process... I thought you would take into account the opinions of Intis, Feynebott and other northern continent countries, and let people of corresponding nationalities evacuate in advance and protect them, such as the owners of the plantations outside the city and their families... Well, this should also be because the "Dream Festival" had never shown direct harm before, but only caused hysteria in some townspeople and attracted the attack of the primitive tribe in the jungle. The previous situation can be solved by a simple mass, and the latter problem can be prevented and resisted... Lumian roughly grasped the mentality of General Queralil and the senior members of the patrol team: Since nothing serious will happen, let’s pretend that there is no “Dream Festival” and just tell the official Beyonders in the area to be vigilant, guard against accidents, and hope that the Church of Fools can resolve the hidden dangers! If we really do more, we might end up setting off a powder keg and making the problem really serious. After talking about this, Lumian recovered from the discomfort caused by the "Secret Glasses" and took out the uniquely shaped "Eye of Truth" and put it on his face. When he saw the earmuffs and temples that looked like they were made of whitish flesh and dark blood vessels, and the lenses that were entangled with transparent purple tubes and had a little blood color, the eyelids of Masiluo, a man from the southern continent with relatively clear features, twitched. How many glasses does Louis Berry have? Moreover, each of these is a magical item! After putting on the "Eye of Truth" with only one lens, Lumian looked around, trying to see the truth. As he did this, sounds gradually began to ring in his ears, becoming noisy. Every note and every word seemed to become real and poured into Lumian's brain frantically. This made him feel like his head was like a balloon, expanding rapidly. If the balloon continues to expand endlessly, there will only be one ending: Exploded with a bang! Lumian held onto his earmuffs, ready to take off the "Eye of Truth" at any time, while taking the time to examine the "Hisoka" house. He felt that it would be safer to take the risk of spying on the house before the "Dream Festival" began, before entering the special dream, than to use the "Eye of Truth" and "Mystery Glasses" in the dream. Through the purple lenses, Lumian did not discover any more truth. Everything was almost the same as what he saw with the naked eye, except that the night seemed a little deeper and darker. Without any hesitation, he suddenly took off the "Eye of Truth" with his eyes bulging and blood vessels appearing on his body surface. A slightly sharp explosion sound echoed in his ears. Huh, huh... Lumian gasped for breath, his mind was a mess, filled with all kinds of strange knowledge, and he couldn't think at all. At this time, even if someone attacked him, he would not be able to react quickly.

After more than ten seconds, Lumian finally regained his ability to think, and instinctively sorted out the knowledge that was forced into his mind: “The art of speaking… "How to cultivate high-quality wheat seeds... “Canning technology… "How to grill pork that is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside... "Use music to calm the sows... "Night of Revelations... "Celebrities' Favorite Postures: Memories of Their Mistresses" "..." What is this? Is there no useful knowledge? Although Aurore was tortured by the knowledge instilled by the "Hidden Sage" in the past, she was able to pick up some valuable mystical knowledge. Uh, was she also contaminated by similar knowledge, so in the books she wrote, she always pretended to have rich theoretical knowledge... Lumian rubbed his still swollen head and said to Reyaza and Maslo: "I'm going to take a walk around the edge of the jungle. Do you want to follow me?" Reyaza nodded and was reluctant to speak, while Maslo made his attitude clear by walking towards the stairs. If Camus were here, he would definitely smile bitterly and say "Do I have a choice?"... Lumian muttered in his heart, walked out of "Siso"'s house, came to the street, and walked towards the side of Tizamo Town close to the primitive jungle. After passing the intersection and reaching another street, Lumian saw a four-wheeled, four-seat carriage parked in front of the Briou Hotel. A waiter and a maid carrying luggage followed a man and a woman out of the carriage and walked towards the hotel. The man was wearing a dark grey suit and a half-high silk hat. His skin colour was like someone from the northern continent, his profile was distinct, and his eyes were a darker shade of green. The woman was wearing a light-coloured long skirt for easy movement, and a feather hat inlaid with pearls. She looked to be around 27 or 28 years old, with delicate and lustrous skin. Even if one could only see her from the side, one would think she was a beauty. Lumian retracted his gaze and looked at Reyaza and Maslo: “Is it the weekend now?” "No." Maslo understood what Louis Berry wanted to ask and explained simply, "Gentlemen and ladies don't only have time to come to Tizamo Town to hunt on weekends." Lumian turned to Reisa and said: "You didn't seal off this area?" "That would cause panic," Reyaza replied simply. Lumian said nothing more. He passed the Briu Hotel, walked out of the town step by step, and entered the primitive jungle. He continued to go deeper along the familiar path in his dream. Finally, he came to the real area corresponding to the chaotic zone where various dream fragments overlapped. This place is ordinary and there is no significant difference from the surrounding areas. Lumian found a palm tree, sat down and said to Reyaza and Maslo: "Please help me keep an eye on the surroundings. I want to take a nap here." He wanted to try what would happen if he fell asleep closer to the source of the anomaly, and whether he could also enter that special dream, and in what state. After receiving affirmative responses from the two patrol team members, Lumian closed his eyes and tried to meditate. At some point, he fell asleep. After an unknown amount of time, he woke up.

After seeing the figures of Reyaza and Maslo clearly, Lumian stood up and nodded thoughtfully: "It's not possible here either... Only the house of 'Siso' is possible? "Or, find that black boulder and sleep near it?" Lumian cast his gaze towards the depths of the dark jungle, pondered for a few seconds, and said to Reyaza and Maslo: "Let's go back." The three of them soon returned to Tizamo Town. It was already late at night. No one was walking on the street, and there were no lights or sounds coming from the houses on both sides. Only the occasional snorting of livestock on the ground floor of the building could be heard, which made the darkness and silence seem even darker, just as the dim light of the red moon makes the darkness even deeper. In the dark night, among the houses with completely different styles from those in the Northern Continent, Lumian walked on the rammed earth road towards the Briu Hotel located deep in the street, while Reaza and Maslo followed quietly behind. Suddenly, Lumian's head became dazed, and his vision blurred for a moment and then became clear again. This is... His pupils dilated and he instinctively looked forward and to the sides, but found nothing unusual. At this moment, a dim candlelight lit up in an empty house on the ground floor diagonally in front, and was reflected from a room on the third floor. Soon after, this street and the entire town of Tizamo were lit up by burning candles, window after window. …… When Riya woke up, she found that it was already dark, but the candles in many houses were still on. This means it’s not too late. Riya was too lazy to get food for herself, so she carried her hunting bow and arrows, left the room, left the police station from the side, and headed towards the nearby Bunia Café. There were almost no people walking on the street, just like any other night. Ruiya glanced at the tables and chairs still placed on the street, came to the cooking table, and said in Tutan to the boss and waiter Bunia who was busy with his head down: "A cup of cosa and a taco with beef." Bunia stopped washing the cup and raised his head. He had naturally curly black hair, and looked like a mixed-race person. He looked at Riya with an obvious, strange smile that made Riya inexplicably uneasy. Riya knew Bunia very well. He was a shy, kind-hearted adult man who was not good at communicating with women. He never smiled like this before. Bunia stared at Riya and laughed in a low voice: "Your breasts are so big." (End of this chapter)