Chapter 353 Negative Impact (asking for monthly votes at the beginning of the month) "How could it be?" Janna was surprised and stunned, and also had strong doubts. She remembered that when the occult gathering ended just now, the participants left at intervals, and there were many routes to choose from. The two of them were careful not to leave any traces, so how come they were followed? Seeing that Jenna had controlled the urge to look back, Franka walked forward as if nothing had happened and whispered as if chatting: "Who knows? Maybe a participant just happened to choose this route, saw someone ahead, and wanted to follow to see if there was a chance to make a fortune. Maybe someone has special abilities and caught up with us in a way we didn't expect. "Go forward and pretend nothing has happened, and when you get back to the arcade underground street, you'll be safe. "If the stalker launches an attack before this, you should immediately throw away the calcium carbide lamp in your hand and hide in the surrounding shadows. Then decide how to participate in the battle according to the situation." Janna nodded slightly, indicating that she would do so. Her left hand holding the calcium carbide lamp unconsciously clenched a little. After the two walked a hundred or two hundred meters along the dark and damp tunnel, Franka slowed down, turned her head, looked behind her, and said to herself in confusion: "The stalker is gone...
"It may also be that they have somehow managed to bypass the 'spider silk' I left behind..." As soon as she finished speaking, a figure walked out from the darkness ahead, at the edge of the light from the calcium carbide lamp. Janna reacted very quickly. She immediately dropped the calcium carbide lamp in her left hand and hid in the shadow on the side. Relying on the "mirror substitute", Franka did not rush to dodge, but instead cast her eyes on the stalker who had circled to the front. He was a man dressed as a wizard, with his face hidden by a hood. The client! He looked at Franca and said in a deliberately sharp voice: "I want to make a deal with you." ………… Behind the "Chrismena Night Pillar", Lumian held a new white candle, reflecting the dim light of the fire, and followed behind "Hela", walking along the mottled stone steps that seemed to lead to the real hell, step by step into the depths of darkness. The rock walls on both sides slowly receded, revealing lifelike reliefs of human heads. They were dark gray and densely packed together, just like the countless bones piled up in the upper tomb chamber. Just after walking down all the stone steps and stepping onto the fourth floor of the extremely silent underground tomb, Lumian suddenly became irritable, as if he was locked up in a prison, deprived of his personal freedom for a long time, and wanted to escape by all means. He had had this feeling before, which was the negative impact of the "Armored Shadow" contract, but it had never been as strong as it is now! It was like his spirit was imprisoned by his body and finally recognized the truth. His soul wants to blow up this "cage", blow up this world, blow up everything, and gain true freedom! Huh... Lumian exhaled slowly, and his mental state calmed down a lot. Even without the gift of the "Mendicant Monk", he believed he could withstand such abnormal emotions, but with the power of the "Mendicant Monk", he was able to control it more easily. "According to Ms. Justice, the higher the sequence, the more madness accumulates, and the easier it is to be affected by the hidden pollution on the fourth floor of the catacombs... This is my situation now, but because my sequence is not high, the impact is very weak, so I can endure and control it?" Lumian quickly guessed the current situation, instinctively raised his head, and cast his gaze towards "Hela" diagonally in front of him. The other person's neck was quite slender, most of it hidden in the collar of the widow-like dress, which was very suitable for pinching it in the middle... As soon as this thought flashed through Lumian's mind, he quickly shook his head and put the negative impact of the "Abscessed Hand" contract behind him. At the same time, he saw that Hela's face had become paler, and she looked more and more like a corpse that had been dead for many days rather than a living human being. The next second, "Hela" took out a military wine flask, unscrewed the lid, and started drinking.
Lumian sniffed and smelled the strong aroma of alcohol. He muttered silently: It should be strong liquor... According to the way Ms. "Hela" drinks, will she carry many wine bottles with her like those drunkards in Feysac? After drinking one-third of a bottle of distilled liquor in one breath, Hela's face turned a little red and she asked: "Which way should I go?" "In an ancient tomb in the far west." Lumian said frankly without hiding anything. "We only know the approximate range, but we are not sure which tomb it is." "Hela" nodded slightly and cast her gaze towards the top of the tomb. There was a thick black line drawn there, with arrows extending in all directions, pointing to different locations. Combined with the road signs near the entrance, Lumian roughly knew which route to take to go west. But he still took out the compass he had prepared in advance and planned to confirm it. As soon as the portable instrument was placed under the dim light of a white candle, the pointer began to jump continuously, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, with no regular pattern and without being able to stop. "It's crazy." Lumian used jokes to neutralize his suppressed temper. “We can only find it by combining road signs and black lines.” Hela seemed to have expected this. Lumian sighed, looked at the still-moving compass, and said with a self-deprecating smile: "It never stops. Can it be used to make a perpetual motion machine?" Hela glanced at him: "Aren't you a believer of the Eternal Sun?" Lumian answered sincerely: "For now." "Hela" did not continue the topic. Following the road signs beside her and the black line above her head, she took a step forward to the right. "'Marian Night Pillar' and 'Leius Night Pillar' are both on this floor, as well as Francois's Tomb, Scarlet Priory Hall, Crazy Mushroom Cave... uh, the style of this name is completely different from the others." Lumian muttered as he turned his eyes away from the road sign. The most obvious difference between the fourth-tier tombs and the three above is that the bones of the dead are no longer piled on both sides of the road. It appears a lot more spacious and cleaner, but it also highlights the death-like quietness. The entrances of those ancient tombs were all closed, making it impossible to tell at a glance what was hidden inside. Hela said without looking back: "Your mental state is abnormal. Are you talking more and more? Are you nagging more?" “That’s not the case, it’s just that talking helps to calm my temper.” Lumian did not hide it. The two walked and stopped, constantly adjusting their direction based on road signs and black lines. When passing by the semi-natural tomb named "Monastery Hall" whose outer layer of soil was somewhat blood-red, Lumian's eyes, which were constantly observing the surrounding environment, suddenly swept across a person. It was a woman, wearing a simple white robe, with smooth black hair, extremely delicate facial features, and a perfect combination of clothes. Her temperament was so holy that it seemed as if she did not belong in such a dead and filthy tomb. Although Lumian often saw the "Witch of Pleasure", he still felt a strong sense of amazement and even had the sinful urge to ravage her. This is not just the negative impact of the "torture" gloves, but also comes from the dark thoughts deep in his heart.
What brought Lumian back to consciousness was the other person's crystal blue eyes that were cold and lifeless, and his hands were empty, not holding a lit white candle! In the catacombs, any living person who is not protected by the flames of white candles will disappear! As Lumian tensed, the woman disappeared into the surrounding darkness, blocked by the outer wall of the "Crimson Priory Hall", and disappeared. “What are you looking at?” Hela’s cold voice rang out. “Didn’t you see it?” Lumian described in detail what he had witnessed. Hela was silent for a few seconds and said: "I certainly did not see it, though I cast my eyes thither as soon as you ceased moving forward." “Only I can see it? Or, only I can see it?” Lumian was not sure whether it was the influence of Thermiporos, or because of his own sequence or gender. Hela thought for a moment and said: "Don't worry about this kind of thing. It's normal for special resentful souls and evil spirits to linger in the depths of the catacombs, but this catacombs itself is equivalent to a very strong seal. You won't be in danger unless you break the rules and trigger anomalies." Lumian nodded: "I was wondering just now. Ordinary tourists and adventurous college students certainly can't pass through the third level of the tomb to get here. Why do we need to set up guiding black lines and accurate road signs? Who are they for?" “The official Beyonders who come here regularly to clean up, and the tomb managers who are responsible for daily patrols.” Hela answered as she took another step. She then simply reminded: "According to your description, the female figure you just saw looks very much like a high-ranking witch." Lumian was shocked: "Could it be the remaining vengeful spirit of the 'Witch of Disaster' Crisemena?" “I’m not sure.” Hela took out a military wine flask and took another sip. Lumian glanced around casually, and his eyelids suddenly twitched. He saw a purple-red patch on the back of Hela's right hand. That didn't exist originally. It's like the corpse spots of a dead person! Is this the effect of the pollution on the fourth floor of the tomb? Is Ms. Hela relying on strong alcohol to fight back? Lumian continued to make small talk. In a nagging state, he and "Hela" passed through several unmarked ancient tombs and arrived at the westernmost area of this level. There are dozens or even hundreds of ancient tombs scattered along the edge of the rock wall here, and Lumian can't see the end at a glance. He was just about to ask "Hela" if there was any way to speed up the search for the target when he suddenly heard a "dong dong dong" sound coming from an ancient tomb nearby. Amidst all this movement, as Hela and Lumian watched warily, the damaged stone walls of the tomb began to collapse more, forming a black hole that could be used for humans to enter and exit. A figure walked out from there with a bent back. Lumian was in a state of high tension and wanted to fire a "huge fireball" at it, but he resisted the urge and decided to observe first. The man who crawled out of the ancient tomb held a lighted white candle, brushed off the dust on his clothes, and slowly straightened up. He was wearing a black robe like a fortune teller in the circus. He had brown skin, a thin figure, slightly curly black hair, dark eyes, and a single lens on his right eye that looked like it was made of crystal. He looked just like the archipelago swindler Monitor. Monet smiled at Lumian and Hela: "What a coincidence!"
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