Chapter 89: Change your mindset (asking for monthly tickets) When, the silver-black dagger fell to the ground and bounced a few times. Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to himself: "Without the half-activated black thorn symbol to protect it, this thing is a bomb..." Fortunately, he already knew how to avoid the negative effects of this evil dagger. Walking into the middle of the grayish-white flesh, Lumian picked up the remaining black robe of the "blacksmith" monster. He tore off a number of strips of cloth with a few "sizzling" sounds and wrapped them around his right hand, as if he was doing a complete bandage. Then, Lumian used this hand to grab the "Life Hunting Knife". The silver-black dagger did not show any abnormal reaction during the entire process. Lumian, who was ready to throw away the things in his hands, felt relieved and whispered: “I need to get it a scabbard so it can be carried around easily.

"Do I have to keep my left or right hand bandaged all the time in the future, so that in case of an emergency and I want to draw my sword, I won't have time to protect myself? "This thing is dangerous, but it's also really strong. Apart from its short lifespan, it crushes those extraordinary weapons that Aurore mentioned. Well, many level 3 sealed items may not be able to compare to it." Lumian muttered to himself as he wrapped the "Life Hunting Knife" layer by layer with the remaining black cloth strips. After wrapping it in three layers from top to bottom, he confidently inserted the evil dagger into the left belt. After finishing this task, Lumian rubbed his temples, and despite being physically and mentally exhausted, he walked into the room where the "blacksmith" monster came out and searched it carefully. He found nothing except the stove, which was still burning. At this point, Lumian's exploration came to an end. He headed back, being very cautious and careful along the way. No longer disturbed by fate, he successfully left the ruins, crossed the barren wilderness, and entered his own semi-underground two-story building. He was not in a hurry to go to bed. He left here, put away the "Life-Hunting Knife", rested for a while, and after his spiritual power recovered to meet his needs, he danced the absurd dance in the bedroom, which was sometimes crazy and sometimes twisted. He wanted to attract strange creatures from the surrounding area and let one of them possess him to see what negative effects it would have. After noticing the fear and awe that the fire monster, the three-faced monster, and the "Life Hunting Knife" showed towards the black thorn symbol, he was no longer so afraid and terrified about letting certain things possess him. The pollution that originally existed in him was much more serious than this! Moreover, he is now quite tired and will fall asleep soon. By then, even if the strange thing that possesses him is unwilling to leave or brings serious negative effects, he will recover after a day of rest in the real world. “Is this what Aurore often refers to as ‘cheating’ and ‘using external tools’?” Lumian thought as he jumped. As the dance became more intense, his spirituality gradually spread out, combining with certain natural forces that were being leveraged around him, and radiating in all directions. Gradually, Lumian, who seemed to merge with the surroundings, felt something entering this area. He raised his leg, stepped forward, and turned around. Without turning on his "spiritual vision", he saw three transparent figures on the glass window of the bedroom. There are still skinless monsters, shotgun monsters and mouthpart monsters. It seems that my inspiration is not strong enough, or my status is too low, so I can only "summon" them... Lumian did not despise it. He pulled out the ritual silver dagger given to him by Aurore and stabbed a wound on the back of his left hand.

A drop of bright red blood quickly seeped out but did not spread around. It condensed in place, taking on an eerie color. The three transparent figures outside the window suddenly became restless. Lumian then used the ritual silver dagger to pick up the drop of solidified blood, and with a few final dance moves, he pointed the tip of the knife at the monster with the mouthparts. He was asking the other person to attach himself to him. The monster with three black marks on its upper body opened its swirling mouth, as if it had heard Lumian's call, but it did not take any further action. Yes, the window is still closed, and the monsters in the dream ruins don’t dare to enter my house... Lumian seemed to understand something, and following the rhythm of the dance, he half jumped up and landed next to the desk in front of the window. He then stretched out his left hand, opened the tightly closed glass window, and handed the ritual silver dagger stained with blood outside the house. Not only did the mouthpart monster not come to swallow the drop of blood and enter Lumian's body through the ritual silver dagger, but it retreated seven or eight meters in the whistling wind, floating in the air, staring blankly at the continuation of the dance. "Hey, come here!" Lumian, who had already reached the last dance move, couldn't help but urge. The three blurry and transparent figures outside the house floated further away in unison, and when Lumian stopped dancing, they completely disappeared from there. “…” Lumian looked at the scene dumbfounded, not understanding why the mouth monster was unwilling to possess him. He thought about it carefully and made sure there was nothing wrong with his dance and the process of stabbing the blood. "Could it be that it's obsessed with remembering that I killed it, so it doesn't want to attach itself to me? “But the knowledge attached to the Dancer doesn’t mention this. Logically, it should be more eager to possess me and take revenge…” Lumian fell into deep thought. Considering the three-faced monster's behavior of running away as soon as it saw him, he had a new guess: "My body is contaminated by the evil god and I have the seal of a great being on my body. These strange creatures are so scared that they dare not attach themselves to me at all?" This is a very rare case, so it is normal that the corresponding mystical knowledge of "Dancer" is not mentioned. The more Lumian thought about it, the more he felt that this must be the reason. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became: "You just want to watch me dance, but you don't want to possess me? "What do you call this? In Aurore's words, it's freeloading!" What made Lumian disappointed was that, by the time he reached the "Bound Person", the Dancer's ability would be useless, and he would not be able to attract strange creatures to possess him and use their characteristics or abilities. He could only comfort himself that perhaps only the strange creatures in the dream ruins were like this. After all, they were closely related to the owner of the black thorn symbol. “I don’t know what reality can attract, and whether it dares to attach itself to me…” Lumian muttered, walked to the bed and lay down. Glancing at the "life-hunting knife" wrapped in layers of black cloth placed on the cabinet next to him, he felt instantly much better. This is a very powerful extraordinary weapon that can help him better explore the ruins of dreams and unravel the secrets here. The only drawback is that it cannot be brought into the real world. “I wonder if the mysterious lady can help bring it out, just like she brought the potion and ritual materials to the Dream Ruins… "But next time I explore the Dreamland ruins, I'll have to ask her to bring back the 'Life Hunting Knife'... "She is definitely unwilling to be helped over and over again. She is obviously afraid of trouble and likes to be lazy..." With this thought in mind, Lumian fell into a deep sleep. …………

When Lumian woke up, the sky was unusually gloomy, with only a hint of red from the sunset remaining in the distance on the mountain. This situation made him uncontrollably depressed, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world. After adjusting his mood, Lumian left the room and went down to the first floor. Aurore was busy there making dinner. “Are your eyes okay?” Lumian went over to offer help. Aurore tucked her golden hair behind her ears, turned her face to the side, opened her eyes wide and said: "almost." Lumian looked into her eyes, and saw nothing unusual except for some bloodshot in her light blue pupils. Aurore continued frying the lamb chops and asked casually: "What did you find in the Dream Ruins this time?" Lumian started to cut the next dish and recounted his experience in detail. "That knife is indeed very powerful." Seeing that her brother was fine, Aurore suppressed her concern and laughed. "If it were me, I would definitely not name it 'Life Hunting Knife'. It's too straightforward and doesn't have enough charm." Lumian asked curiously: "What would you take?" Aurore smiled and said: "I'll call it 'Degenerate Mercury'!" "Okay, from now on, it will be called 'Corrupted Mercury'!" Lumian nodded immediately. The name my sister gave me must be used! Aurore burst out laughing: “This name isn’t really that great, but time was short and it was the only thing I could think of. "Well, the behavior of those monsters further proves our speculation. The black thorn symbol on your chest, or the pollution in your body, is very powerful. It can suppress something of a very high status that is closely related to that hidden existence. “Maybe the key to the cycle really is in you.” "Yes." Lumian nodded. "Now we have to see what secrets are hidden in the ruins of dreams, and then wait patiently for the Twelfth Night." So far, they have investigated almost all the anomalies, except for the tomb where the owl is. It was extremely dangerous there. Aurore didn't think that she, Lumian and three outsiders could handle it. Their only hope was to ask Lady Pualis for help, but the lady obviously didn't intend to get involved and just wanted to wait for that special time to come. Lumian spoke without much hope about how the dance to attract the strange creatures was hindered by the two symbols on his body and could not succeed, and finally said: "Sister, do you have any ideas to circumvent this restriction?" Aurore scooped up the lamb chops, thought for a moment and said: "It seems that asking the 'god' to possess me won't work. How about giving it a try? Order?" “Orders?” Lumian’s eyes lit up. Aurore nodded slightly: "Since those strange creatures are afraid of the pollution in your body and the seal of that great being, then you can use their fear to directly command them to attach themselves to you. Well, use the ancient Hermes language at that time." "That's one way of thinking..." Lumian understood what his sister meant by "the fox borrows the power of the tiger to bully others". PS: Please vote for me~ (End of this chapter)