Chapter 357 Palm It's located underground near the Opera Galleria. The man dressed as a wizard said to Franca in a sharp voice: "It's very simple. There are only three specific terms. First, you promise to go to the Deep Valley Quarry and blow up the secret door of the secret cave, creating a noise that will attract everyone nearby. Second, I will pay you 5 Felkins for this, with in advance. Third, what punishment will be imposed if you fail to fulfill your promise. This is the same constraint for both parties, and the details can be discussed." This man had no intention of defrauding the two extraordinary people in the contract. Instead, he planned to use his own abilities to modify the content of the task at the moment the contract was established, forcing the other party to sneak into the secret cave in the deep valley quarry and take out what he wanted and sufficient evidence. This client once used this unique ability to tamper with the terms of a transaction to buy a human soul for 1000 Fel Gold. He believed that he would not be disappointed this time either. Watching Franca communicating with the man dressed as a wizard, Janna in the shadows reached into the small purse and aimlessly stroked the gold, silver and copper coins inside. She was sure that there was no seal inside the purse. In other words, Franka doesn't have such a thing as a seal! What did she mean? Janna looked at the client who stated the terms of the contract and found it quite strange. To make the deal, why didn't you apply for notarization at the occult gathering just now? If you are afraid that the content of the entrustment will be known to others, you can go to the "conversation room" and borrow the host's magical items. There is no need to follow secretly and entrust the entrustment halfway! There must be something wrong with this!
When Janna thought of this, she understood what Franca meant by throwing the purse to her: As soon as you find something is wrong, immediately use the "Ring of Punishment" to attack the opponent and take control of the situation! Huh... Janna exhaled slowly, took out the "Ring of Punishment" and put it on, while using the shadow to close the distance between herself and the client a little bit. Franka glanced at the shadows that were not illuminated by the calcium carbide lamp, and said to the client dressed as a wizard with a smile: "It sounds reasonable, but I need to confirm whether you are lying and whether there is any problem with this matter." As she spoke, she gently threw the calcium carbide lamp in front of her, then took out a mirror from the hidden pocket of her assassin suit and said with a smile: "It just so happens that I'm good at divination." Upon hearing these words, the client dressed as a wizard's pupils instantly dilated and became extremely tense. He was not sure whether the "magic mirror divination" could expose his tricks! Janna, who was hiding in the shadows, noticed his abnormality, and without hesitation and with extraordinary decisiveness, she slightly raised her right hand, causing the iron-colored ring covered with tiny spikes to glow faintly. At the same time, two dazzling lightning bolts seemed to shoot out from her eyes. "Spiritual Piercing"! ………… The location of the "Spring of the Woman of Samaria". Lumian and "Hela" were once again shocked by the terrifying thought and infected by pure madness. They stood still and trembled slightly. This made it difficult for them to move, but also "helped" them escape from the state of being increasingly close to death. Their cold bodies began to feel hot like fire, and their dormant thoughts boiled like water, becoming ferocious and violent. Of course, the purple-red corpse spots and several spots of rotten skin on their bodies did not show any signs of easing, but were getting worse. The thick and deep darkness descended again, and "Hela" reluctantly used the black diamond ring on her right hand to calm the figures floating in the "Samaritan Woman Fountain", including the burning "giant" wearing tattered armor and rotting in many places. Lumian regained some of his thoughts and found that his and Hela's escape was not in vain: They were more than ten meters away from the spring, and those rotten and dull figures could not escape from the "Samaritan Woman's Spring". Even if they climbed onto the shore, they could not grab their legs and feet and drag them underwater. These figures huddled at the edge of the spring with empty eyes. Their highly rotten or strangely twisted hands would sometimes poke out of the water and sometimes be pulled back by an inexplicable force. Their silent roars caused the entire slope to shake, causing Lumian and Hela to either feel sleepy or want to surrender, resulting in various adverse reactions.
However, this was not very effective because of the madness that ignited their thoughts and the abnormal effects that caused them to develop split personality symptoms. Around the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain", only the wandering female figure and the long black hair like water plants could get close to Lumian. One reflected his figure with her eyes, and the other reached out and tried to entangle him. This situation surprised Lumian. He felt that even if he failed to resist and was dragged towards the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain" by the blurry figure with long black hair who looked like a high-level witch, with more than ten meters to move, he would have a chance to hold on until the pale spring water defeated the terrifying figure with iron-black and red eyes and brought him back to the dark cave. At that time, Lumian will be able to run a long distance outside again. In two or three times, he will be able to escape from the area covered by the gray fog and return to the tomb above. Afterwards, he would send "Hela" in, and wait outside for the other party to collect the water from the "Samaritan Woman's Spring" in order to avoid the abnormal reaction caused by the blood ore and avoid the huge figure that was obviously stronger than other "water ghosts". The next second, Lumian felt his body become extremely stiff, as if he was frozen. White frost kept appearing on his body, and then kept dying and melting away. In the blue eyes of the female figure, Lumian was already covered by ice. The long black hair then wrapped around him in circles, dragging him towards the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain" "Hela" saw the blurry figure in a white robe and long black hair attacking Lumian at the same time, while she herself was hardly affected. She immediately aimed the black diamond ring that continuously emitted pure darkness from her right hand at the unknown existence that was suspected to be the residual spirit of a high-level witch. "Night" turned into a curtain, wrapped up the other person, and forced her into a sleeping state. Lumian took the opportunity to hum, letting the white light from his nose pass through the crystal ice and land on the black hair that looked like water plants. The black hair that was wrapped around him suddenly fell down, as if it had temporarily lost its strength. Almost at the same time, the "night curtain" that had turned into substance suddenly shrank, leaving nothing inside. Not far away, the holy and empty female figure in a white robe appeared again and looked at Lumian again. Although he was not able to completely escape danger, Lumian was happy in his heart. After enduring the previous round of attacks, he felt that even if he gave up resisting now, he could hold on until the pale spring water shrank back into the depths of the spring. At this moment, the iron-colored eyes of the huge figure floating in the spring water became more and more crazy, and the rusty red was as bright as blood. He pulled at the spring water violently, as if it were bound by iron chains. Finally, amidst a violent earthquake-like movement, the figure wearing tattered, blood-stained armor and burning with invisible flames took a step to the edge of the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain". Rumble! The whole earth seemed to be shaking, and gray dust was falling from the heights. Lumian's mind buzzed and he instantly lost consciousness. After he recovered from the state of black vision and blank mind, he found that he had crossed a distance of more than ten meters and returned to the edge of the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain"! From the corner of his eye, he saw "Hela" running back a few steps, her eyes empty and bloodshot, like a puppet, a corpse, or a soldier who absolutely obeyed orders. Lumian could already imagine how he returned to the edge of the "Samaritan Woman's Fountain" after closing his eyes and opening them again. He also ran back in this empty and submissive state! At this moment, he could no longer escape after waking up, because behind him were curling black long hair and a blurry figure that looked like a high-level witch, and in front of him were hands that were either highly rotten or twisted and disgusting. They grabbed Lumian at the same time, trying to drag him into the spring, but the huge figure with long blood-red hair was only one step away from him. Lumian clenched his teeth, and while he still had a little freedom, he bit the base of the white candle and reached his gloved left hand into his pocket. At this moment, he cursed in his heart: “You bunch of shitty evil gods have been watching for so long, why haven’t you sent anyone to harm me? "Where are the dangerous creatures? Where are the dangerous creatures? "Are you afraid? You don't dare to come here and face that extremely crazy figure?"
Lumian cursed but did not give up. He drew out a dagger and was about to cut off his right palm, which was corroded by the earth blood ore. If you want it, take it! As for whether the restart at six o'clock every morning would make the right hand lost here grow back, he couldn't care less now. At this moment, a pale hand stretched out from the dark hole in the deep of the pale spring that was shaking and trembling with the earth. The fingers of that hand were slender, and there were cracks on the back. From each crack, either yellowish feathers stained with oil grew, or rotten and yellow pus flowed out. The skin on both sides of the cracks was as crystal clear as jade, but pale and dull. As soon as the hand appeared, it crossed the spring water barrier and grabbed the right leg of the huge figure. The figure wearing tattered blood-stained armor, burning with invisible flames, swayed and was pulled uncontrollably towards the dark hole deep in the pale spring. He struggled and fought hard, but the strange hand's retreating trend was steady and unchanged. The few reactions were the falling of pale yellow feathers, the pus turned bloody, the skin was no longer crystal clear, and the black, living blood vessels were prominent. Countless complex symbols, some pale, some dark, and some dim, appeared, and the crazy and terrifying figure quickly shrank towards the dark spring. Lumian did not see and could not be aware of this scene. He only knew that a huge figure with a rotten face, blood-red hair and iron-black eyes was moving away from him, and the terrifying hands that were grabbing towards him stopped moving, as if frozen in time. The terrifying and crazy figure roared repeatedly, but was unable to break free from control. In the blink of an eye, most of its body was dragged back into the depths of the spring. When he was about to disappear completely there, madness became tangible, and two dark red "rust" flew out from his iron-black eyes and shot straight at Lumian. Lumian instinctively raised his right hand to block, and the two "rust marks" passed through the "torture" gloves and penetrated his skin corroded by the earth blood ore. Wow! The pale spring water completely receded, bringing all the sinking and floating figures into the dark hole. The area around the spring suddenly became unusually quiet. (End of this chapter)