Chapter: 388
Lumian became more and more in awe of the mysterious organization code-named by Tarot cards, and the great existence that sealed the pollution in his body.
At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief and let go of half of his heart: If the ghost of Montsouri is really a curse, then there should be no problem now, one can only wander back to the bottom of Trier, even the "eternal fierce" The ghosts that the clerics of the "Yang" church dare not touch, how can they be compared with angels?
Of course, half of Lumián's heart is still in suspense, because what he prayed for was to remove the curse. What if the ghost of Montsouris didn't kill people with a curse?
He waited until midnight, but still did not receive a reply from the "magician".
He didn't dare to sleep, so he lay on the bed, closed his eyes and meditated.
It wasn't until the middle of the night that the various noises from the chaotic streets subsided. Lumian heard the faint chirping of insects in the distance, and the sound of even more distant sirens.
Suddenly, he felt that his body became heavy and his breathing became difficult, as if someone had completely wrapped his body with a quilt and pressed him inside.
not good! Lumian struggled to get up, possibly with only two arms moving.
He can't even open his eyes!
Even the arm seemed to be held down by someone, and it was very difficult to lift a few centimeters.
In the next second, Lumian's body became cold, and his nose felt wet, as if he had been packed in a sack and sank to the depths of the river.
His breathing was stagnant, his chest felt tight and painful, and his thoughts slowed down.
An idea flashed through Lumian's mind, who tried his best to resist ineffectively, that is to enter a state of meditation and activate the black thorn symbol on his chest.
A moment later, he dropped the idea again.
One is that it is likely to make him lose control, and the other is that the ghost of Montsouri has nothing to do with the hidden existence named after fate, and may not be deterred by the black thorn symbol.
Unless there is no other choice and only one step away from death, Lumian will not try this seemingly useless and life-threatening method.
His lips and nose became icy cold, as if being forcibly held down by invisible hands.
Coupled with the feeling of drowning, Lumian couldn't breathe at all, and his lungs were about to explode.
Words such as "Hunter", "Provocateur", "Dancer", "Pollution", "Seal", "Fallen Mercury" flashed through Lumian's mind one after another, and they were constantly combined into ideas and scattered.
"Fallen Mercury"...
"Fallen Mercury!" Finally, Lumian had inspiration and struggled to move his gloved left palm to the side.
He had just put the evil dagger in the most convenient place to grab it to deal with possible accidents.
A few seconds later, Lumian, who opened his mouth wide and tried to breathe, touched the handle of "Fallen Mercury" and lifted the silver-black short knife.
At this time, "Fallen Mercury" was not wrapped in black cloth strips, and the patterns on it were layered on top of each other, making people dizzy.
Using all his strength, Lumian raised his shoulders little by little, bent his arms, and stabbed "Fallen Mercury" above his body.
Without any hesitation, Lumian gritted his teeth and bent his arms towards his body following the downward pressure. With a puff, he inserted "Fallen Mercury" into his left waist.
The red blood then overflowed, staining the blade of "Fallen Mercury" red, and the illusory mercury droplets representing the fate of "being burned by flames" entered Lumian's body.
The pain stimulated Lumian's oxygen-deprived brain to wake up a lot. His eyes were dark, and the mysterious river composed of countless mercury-colored complex symbols emerged.
This represents his own destiny.
Regardless of choosing carefully, Lumian set his sights on the lower reaches of the Illusory River, on a river channel that was about to swallow other tributaries.