Chapter: 395

Looking up at the onion-shaped vault, Lumian strode into the church.

The altar has been transformed, filled with tulips, lilacs and other flowers, engraved with black thorn symbols that seem to have liquid flowing on the surface.

Still no one here.

Lumián searched the curate's room and went down to the basement again.

The piles of white bones and sheepskins around were exactly the same as in the previous dream, but the altar in the middle was not damaged in any way.

Lumian checked carefully, but there was no burning sensation in his chest.

After he knew that this was a dream, the power representing "past", "present" and "future" seemed to disappear.

Lumian, who had nothing to gain, stood beside the underground altar, thought for a while, then ran up again, went up the stairs, exited the side door, and came to the nearby cemetery.

According to the memory of the previous dream, he quickly found the tomb where the owl flew into, bent down, and pushed away the stone slab that sealed the entrance.

Without any hesitation, Lumian went down one step at a time, passed through the corridor, and saw the black coffin placed in the dark tomb.

There was no owl here, and no other Lumian, just the light seeping in from outside the tomb and framing everything.

Lumian withdrew his gaze and walked towards the black coffin in a daze.

The lid of the coffin slipped to the side, allowing the scene inside to be revealed.

Thinking that in the dream Aurora almost lost control because of peeping at the dead wizard's body in the coffin, Lumian hesitated. Two or three seconds later, he took a few steps forward with no expression on his face, moved closer to the black coffin, and cast his gaze directly into it. A corpse was quickly reflected in his eyes.

The corpse's blond hair was scattered on both sides, his eyes were tightly closed, his face was slightly pale, and he was wearing a light blue dress.

This is Aurora!

Aurora is lying in the coffin of the dead wizard!

Lumian's childlike hole instantly enlarged, and his face was distorted to the point of ferocity.

The picture he saw was shattered inch by inch.

Lumian opened his eyes suddenly, staring forward with a complicated expression.

"What did you see?" Susie's voice sounded in his ears.

Lumian replied dreamily: "I saw Aurora lying in the coffin of the dead wizard...

"How can this be……"

"It's more of a symbol.

"She was also on the verge of losing control because she wanted to see the wizard's body in the coffin."

Lumian hardly thought about it: "Two weeks later."

Susie was silent for a few seconds and said, "Finally, I want to remind you that you have a strong tendency to self-destruct now."

"Self-destruct..." Lumian repeated the word in a low voice without any change in expression.

Susie's voice became warm again, soothing Lumian's heart: "I can understand why you have this situation, and I don't want to forcibly eliminate it. Unless you are willing to let me erase all the memories that represent the root cause of the problem, every treatment will only alleviate rather than eradicate." I just want to remind you that the Aurora I see in your memory is a lady who loves life and loves life.

"She still has a lot of unfulfilled wishes, she wants to see you go to university, she wants to visit Trier as an ordinary person for a while, she wants to find clues about her hometown, she wants to deal with her parents' problems perfectly, she wants to enjoy all the food in Trier, she wants to listen to every concert here and see every art exhibition.