Reflection

Seeing the blackened and tattered door Wooden Door slowly opened back, Lumian's scalp instantly went numb, as if someone had poured ice water on it.

Can't you open the door?

Is my guess wrong?

If it could open the door, why did it knock for so long and say so many words?

Just do it! Is there something wrong with your brain?

Although he has become "Pyromaniac" and has experienced some big scenes, facing this situation, Lumian's heart still beats faster involuntarily, just like the Steam train running wildly on the rails and sleepers.

If he hadn't been worried that Gardner·Martin or other "Iron and Blood Cross Order" members were hiding around and observing at close range, he would have wanted to arrange Altar on the spot, summon Messenger of "Magician" Lady, or directly pray to Mr. "The Fool".

Subconsciously, Lumian was about to condense Fire Raven, create a "cloak", and be ready, but Termiboros's reminder just now flashed through his mind again:

"Don't respond."

This is two different things than not opening the door!

Lumian himself felt that there was something wrong with the Monster outside who first knocked on the door, then threatened, and finally opened the door himself, so he forcibly restrained himself and remained silent, looking at the door like Statues.

The crumbling, charred door Wooden Door continued to open back, and the dark gap gradually expanded from the thickness of a finger to a space for one person to enter and exit.

But there was nothing outside the door, and the room far away from the window was dark. Crimson Moonlight penetrated through the broken glass of the small room, barely showing the outline of a broken wall.

What about the guy who knocked on the door? Lumian's first reaction was to open Spirit Vision to see if Concealment was wearing Monster that could not be seen with the naked eye, but he finally controlled himself, fearing that this was equivalent to a response.

The swaying Wooden Door stopped and didn't move. In the deep darkness outside, no one came out and nothing moved. It was extremely quiet.

Lumian sat unchanged and looked there, feeling that this was really weird. Even if he wanted to set fire to the enemy, he couldn't find the target.

Quietness has become the main theme of the moment, and time seems to have stopped because of it.

Suddenly, a drop of water fell from the ceiling and hit Lumian in front of him.

Lumian's eyelids twitched, and through Crimson Moonlight outside the window, he saw the bright red liquid, which looked like blood.

Tick, tick, drop after drop of blood fell, gradually dyeing a large area red.

Just seeing such a scene makes Lumian feel uneasy.

Tick tock!

Another drop of liquid left the ceiling and landed on the right side of Lumian's face. It was cold, sticky, and silky.

It didn't look like living blood, but it wasn't stained darkly.

The strong smell of blood penetrated Lumian's nose, making him subconsciously want to roll to the side, stand up, and throw himself out of the window.

"Don't respond." Termiboros Those words Flash came to his mind again.

Lumian adjusted his breathing slightly and allowed the drops of viscous liquid with a strong bloody smell to hit his face and head.

Gradually, he felt that his body became heavier, and he quickly looked at his naked hands exposed outside his clothes.

The cold and sticky blood was also dripping there, and they expanded silently and became one piece, just like Gloves wearing Blood-Colored on Lumian.

Lumian used this to think of other parts of the body and suspected that he had been wrapped in a layer of blood mucous membrane, so he felt heavier.

As if on conditioned reflex, he wanted to insert the palm that was suspected of being slow into his pocket, take out Mr. K's fingers, and let That One's "Aurora Order" Divine Emissary, who was best at blood spells, fight against this strange blood mucous membrane.

"Don't respond." This time, it wasn't Lumian who remembered Termiboros's reminder again, but Angel of Fate who once again made a powerful voice.

Lumian took control of himself again, letting his body become heavier and breathing became difficult.

Not long after, he felt the strange blood seeping into his skin, trying to penetrate into his body.

They all seem to have their own vitality, slowly but surely immersing themselves in Lumian's body, "submerging" him bit by bit from the outside to the inside.

Lumian felt that his brain had also been damaged accordingly, his thoughts were blurred a lot, and all kinds of thoughts inevitably turned violent.

He wants to kill people, he wants to burn this area, he wants to ignite Trier, he wants to destroy this world!

Fuck! Termiboros is not trying to take this opportunity to deceive me and use the strange power here to control me and achieve the purpose of getting rid of the seal, right? Lumian can't help but doubt the validity of Termiboros's "don't respond" sentence and the real purpose of Angel in That One Fate field.

He planned to stop suppressing himself, quickly resist, and look for opportunities to escape from the burned building.

But he had previously suspected that the "abnormality" had to knock on the door, speak, and obtain permission in the first place, which had a Mysticism meaning.

If he didn't have such doubts, how could he completely believe Termiboros, Fate Angel, who is an enemy but not a friend, and endure it until now?

As his thoughts turned around, Lumian kept calm and was ready to wait a little longer to see what Change would be.

His head became heavier and heavier, his thoughts became more and more confusing, a tooth-grinding Cutting sound rang in his ears, and his body felt pain that seemed to come from afar.

It was as if someone had put him into a semi-coma state and took the opportunity to cut off his hands and feet and divide his body.

Suddenly, Lumian's thoughts were pulled away.

As if his spirit had left his body, he saw himself sitting by the window, covered in blood and with abnormal eyes Cavern.

In front of him squatted a charred figure, holding a bloody Axe, slashing his thighs repeatedly, splitting the white bones into two pieces.

Uh...Lumian gradually realized something was wrong.

He lowered his head subconsciously and saw that his body was still fine!

He was still sitting next to the broken window, but what he saw was no longer the crumbling charred Wooden Door, but the "reflection" of the surrounding area and himself being cut into pieces by the charred figure.

Compared to the severed legs and the separated White Bone, what impressed Lumian most deeply was his own pair of Cavern dull eyes.

After a brief trance, the horrific and bloody scene disappeared, and the open tattered Wooden Door came into Lumian's eyes again.

He truly knew that it was not an illusion just now, because he now felt as if he was freed from the water film, and all the pores on his body became comfortable.

What would happen if I didn't hold back and responded? Those horrific scenes I saw would come to reality? The response was a kind of Mysticism connection, making those horrific encounters that were almost hallucinations really happen? Lumian let out a slow breath with lingering fear.

He raised his hand and pressed his left chest, suppressed his voice, and laughed in a low voice, "Termiboros, that's pretty awesome."

As expected of Angel, even though it was sealed, he could easily see the nature of the current anomaly.

Termiboros's voice sounded, layer upon layer:

"The anomaly here is minor."

"Is this even mild?" Lumian couldn't agree. "If you hadn't reminded me not to respond, and I was determined enough, something had happened just now. Gardner·Martin, the sow, really wanted to kill me!"

Termiboros responded with a majestic voice:

"Won't die.

"The anomaly just now will only transform you, causing you to shift your ideas, become fanatical about certain things, and reject some ideas while your Personality characteristics, way of thinking, and self-perception remain unchanged."

Lumian When I thought about this sentence, I couldn't understand it.

At this time, Termiboros added:

"It's like you have been conquered, from body to mind."

Lumian suddenly understood and said in a lowered voice, "Gardner·Martin asked me to stay here all night. Do you want to use the anomalies here to control me and eliminate possible hidden dangers?"

No wonder Late Night to Breeze Ballroom didn't give me more time to think!

"You didn't realize your shallowness until now?" Termiboros confirmed Lumian's guess with these words.

Lumian cursed lowly and said to himself, "Even if I succeed, I will still be controlled by the anomaly here, not by Gardner·Martin and the *picture*book. Isn't he afraid that something will go wrong?"

"The anomaly here is related to 'Iron and Blood Cross Order', so he is not worried?"

Thinking of this, Lumian frowned and asked Termiboros:

"Since I have not been affected by the abnormality or undergone transformation, will it be wrong if I go out tomorrow morning and be discovered by Gardner·Martin?"

Termiboros said with a powerful voice, "If Corruption of this level could be spotted so easily, Gardner·Martin and his friends would have been eliminated by Official Beyonder.

"Unless the Source of Corruption provides the information directly, they cannot see that you are not suffering from Corruption."

Well...Lumian While thinking about it, I suddenly discovered that there is a fact hidden in these two sentences Termiboros:

Gardner·Martin and the "Iron and Blood Cross Order" members around him have long suffered similar Corruption!

They are all controlled by others!

Hiss...Lumian The more I think about it, the more terrifying it becomes.

After a few seconds, he asked Termiboros again:

"After meeting Gardner·Martin, where should I show my enthusiasm and what ideas should I reject?"

"Deity is fanatical about war and turmoil, and rejects other beliefs." Termiboros actually gave the answer.

Lumian nodded and thought of another question:

"With the intensity of the abnormality shown just now, everyone who has been here and stayed for a while should have been Corruption, right?"

"Only two special Pathway will definitely trigger the anomaly here. Others must do specific things at a specific time before they will encounter it. Officials are only aware of the latter situation and only secretly prevent others from entering this building at specific times." Termiboros replied with an unchanged voice.

"The special two Pathway...'Hunter' and 'Witch'?" Lumian can probably guess it.

Termiboros did not deny it.

Lumian went through the whole thing again in his mind, and finally said with a smile, "Termiboros, it seems that you have truly understood your situation and corrected your position."

This time, there was no reply from Termiboros, and it was completely silent.

In the next few hours, Lumian encountered two more abnormalities. Once his neck was broken, and once his body imploded, and his organs were thrown everywhere.

Relying on the words "don't respond", he forced himself to hold on Past, and his thoughts returned to his real body, unharmed.

Finally, a reddish Golden appeared on the horizon, and Sun gradually rose up.

Lumian stood up slowly, bathed for several seconds Dawn, and walked out No. 13 Market Avenue step by step.

Then, he saw Gardner·Martin sitting on the carriage opposite, and their eyes met.

The next second, Gardner·Martin smiled.

Lumian also smiled.