Chapter: 373

Aosta didn't expect that the development of being beaten up turned into a commission to collect money, and he was a little stunned for a while.

After a few seconds, he cautiously came to the wooden table, took the gold louis worth 20 fils, and said to Lumian: "I'm not sure when he will give me an answer, but it won't be later than next Wednesday at the latest.

"I'm near the catacombs during the day and sleep here at night, you can come to me anytime."

Lumian nodded with a smile on his face, raised the silver dagger he was playing with in his hand, and thrust it into Aosta's shoulder.

The blood flowed out, Aosta took two steps back in horror, leaned against the wall, and shouted anxiously: "Don't kill me!

"I did not lie!"

Lumian picked up a glass vial placed on the wooden table, and walked towards Aosta with a smile: "Don't worry, I will kill you long ago.

This is called a blood oath, and I am very afraid of being cheated and betrayed. "

While talking, Lumian moved the empty glass vial to Aosta's wound, allowing the blood to seep in drop by drop.

During this process, he smiled at Aosta: "You have enough knowledge of mysticism, you should know what blood on other people's hands means, don't lie to me."

"Curse..." For a moment, Aosta didn't know whether to rejoice that he didn't die on the spot, or despair that the blood fell into the hands of this guy who was more dangerous than Baron Brinel.

Lumian didn't say much, tightened the bottle cap, pulled a cloth strip in the room, threw it to Aosta and said, "Bandage the wound yourself."

He doesn't have extraordinary skills in cursing, but he can try whether the expired blood can trigger the ability of "Fallen Mercury" to exchange fate.

It doesn't matter if you can't, anyway, just let Aosta believe that he will curse.

Glancing at Aosta who was trying to stop the bleeding, Lumian asked casually, "What are you going to do with Baron Brinel?"

"With this gold louis and the little money I saved, they should be able to settle down for a week." Aosta smiled wryly, "If the debtors are forced to death, they won't be able to get a copy."

Almost at the same time, Lumian's hair stood up, his back felt cold, and he had a clear premonition of danger.

He subconsciously pulled out the "Fallen Mercury" hidden in his waist, ready to tear off the black cloth wrapped on it at any time.

The translucent figure with long turquoise hair and leaves covering the key parts floated in the air, looking at Lumian in the room, his green eyes were sometimes misty, sometimes smiling, and sometimes like a deep whirlpool, which made the human soul endure. Can't help but want to indulge in it.

On the one hand, Lumian had some kind of familiar and unfamiliar impulse, which ravaged in his mind and disturbed most of his thoughts. On the other hand, he felt uncontrollable fear, like a flying insect meeting a spider that was laying a web.

He slowed down his dance moves, ready to pause at any moment.

The translucent female figure showed an eager expression, but instinctively felt something was wrong, and resisted approaching Lumian.

It leaned out from time to time, retracted the curtain from time to time, and ultimately did nothing.

After Lumian finished dancing the "Dance of Encouragement", he heard small and weak voices coming into his ears, as close as if they were next door, and the strange creatures wandering back into the room disappeared one by one.

The last one to leave was the female figure wrapped in long green hair and leaves, it was both reluctant and puzzled.

Lumian breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and quietly listened to the noisy voices in his body. He couldn't hear a word clearly, and he wanted to hear every sentence clearly.

After a while, Lumian opened his eyes, looked at the window covered by the tattered curtain, and said silently, "What was it just now?"

His intuition told him that the translucent female figure was much stronger than the other weird creatures he recruited, and it was not something a Beyonder of his level could deal with.

If it weren't for the pollution of the seal in the body and the blue-black pattern on the chest, even if it hadn't been activated, the spiritual creatures would subconsciously dare not approach, Lumian suspected that something bad happened to him.

This made him wonder: how did "other dancers" survive? "He had initially confirmed that the area was not too dangerous before he dared to dance the "Dance of Zhaoshe". In the end, something almost happened. What do other "dancers" do to avoid similar risks?