When the silver-black dagger landed on the ground, it flicked a few times.

Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to himself, "Without the protection of the half-excited black thorn symbol, this thing would be a bomb."

Luckily, he already knew how to dodge the negative effects of the evil dagger.

Walking between the gray-white pieces of flesh, Lumian lifted the black robes left of the blacksmith monster.

He stabbed and tore it off with a few stabs, wrapping a strip of cloth around his right hand, as if he were bandaging it completely.

Then, Lumian grabbed the Fathom with this hand.

The silver-black short knife had no unusual reaction the whole time.

Lumian, who was ready to throw away the things in his hand at any moment, put his mind at ease and muttered, "I need to get a scabbard for it to carry with me." ”

"In the future, the left hand or the right hand should be wrapped in a straight band, so that when the situation is urgent and you want to draw the knife, you will not have time to protect it?"

"This thing is dangerous, and it's really strong, except for its short service life, crushing the extraordinary weapons that Orore has mentioned." Lumian muttered to himself as he wrapped the "Life Hunting Knife" in strips of black cloth, wrapping it in three layers from top to bottom before he was relieved to insert the evil short knife into the belt on his left side.

After doing this police thing, Lumian rubbed his temples, and despite the exhaustion of his body and mind, he walked into the room where the blacksmith monster came out and searched it.

Nothing was found except for the burning stove.

At this point, Lumien's quest came to an end, and he went all the way back, with great caution and caution on the way. No longer disturbed by fate, he managed to get out of the ruins, the barren wilderness, and into his own half-ground-like two-story building.

He didn't rush to bed, he got out of here, put away the "life hunting knife", rested—for a while, and when his spirit had recovered enough to satisfy his needs, he danced the absurd dance in his bedroom, sometimes mad and sometimes twisted.

He's going to lure the weird creatures around him, try to possess himself, and see if there's any negative effect.

Sensing the fear and awe of the Flame Monster, the Three-Faced Monster, and the Life Hunter for the Sauce Black Thorn Symbol, he was no longer so afraid and afraid of something attaching himself to him.

The pollution on his body is much worse than that!

Moreover, he is quite tired now, and will soon be able to fall asleep, and when the time comes, even if the possessed strange things are unwilling to leave or have a serious negative effect, he will be able to recover from a day of rest in the real world.

"That's what Aurel often says, 'Cheating and cheating?' Lumian jumped as he flashed the thought.

As the dance intensified, his spirituality gradually spread, combining with some kind of natural force that was being pried around him, and radiating in all directions.

Gradually, Lumian, who seemed to merge with his surroundings, felt that something had entered the area, raised his legs, stepped on, turned around, and without turning on his "spiritual vision", he directly saw three more transparent figures on the glass window of the bedroom.

It's still skinless monsters, shotgun monsters, and mouthpiece monsters, and it seems that my inspiration is not strong enough, or my personality is too low, so I can only "summon" them.

Lumian didn't dislike it, pulling out the ceremonial silver dagger that Auroel had given him, and stabbing a series of wounds on the back of his left hand.

Drops of bright red blood quickly seeped out but didn't spread around.

It condenses in place, dyed with a strange color.

The three transparent figures outside the window suddenly became ready to move.

Lumian then used his ceremonial silver dagger to pick up the coagulated drop of blood, and with a few last dance moves, aimed the tip of the knife at the monster.

The monster with three black marks on its upper body opened its swirling mouth and seemed to hear Lumian's call, but it made no further moves.

"Yes, the windows are still closed, and the monsters in the ruins of the dream are afraid to enter my house." Lumian probably understood something, and according to the rhythm of the circular dance, he half-jumped and landed next to the desk in front of the window.

He then reached out his left hand, opened the closed glass window, and handed the ceremonial silver dagger with the blood to the outside of the house.

Not only did the monster not come to devour the blood, but the ritual silver dagger entered Lumian's body, but instead retreated a meter in the whining wind and floated in the air, staring blankly at him as he danced.

"Hey, you're coming!" Lumian, who had already danced to the last dance move, couldn't help but urge urgently.

The three blurred and transparent figures outside the house floated farther away in unison, and by the time Lumian's dance stopped, they disappeared completely.

Lumian watched the scene with some dumbfoundedness, not understanding why the monster was reluctant to possess him.

He thought it over and made sure there was nothing wrong with his dance and the process of stabbing the blood.

"Could it be that it remembers that I killed it, so it doesn't want to attach itself to me? But the dancer Qu Wei didn't mention this in the accompanying knowledge, so it stands to reason that he should be more eager to possess me and take revenge. Lumien fell into deep thought.

Thinking of the three-faced monster's performance of running away as soon as he saw him, he had a new guess.

"I have the pollution of the evil god in my body, the seal on my body, these strange creatures are afraid of death, and they don't dare to attach themselves to me at all?"

This is a very rare case, and it is normal for the occult knowledge of the "dancer" to be not mentioned.

The more Lumian thought about it, the more he felt that this should be the reason, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became: "You just watched me dance, and you didn't want to possess me?" ”

"What's it called? In Aurel's parlance, prostitution for nothing! "To Lumien's disappointment, in this way, the dancer's abilities are equivalent to being wasted in front of the beneficial, and there is no way to lure strange creatures to their upper bodies and use some of their qualities or abilities.

He could only reassure himself that it was probably only the strange creatures in the dream ruins, after all, they were closely related to the owner of the black thorn symbol.

"I don't know what reality can attract, dare to attach it to me." Lumian grunted, walked to the bed, and lay down.

Looking at the hunting knife wrapped in layers of black cloth on the cabinet next to him, his mood instantly improved a lot.

This is a powerful and extraordinary weapon, which will help him better explore the ruins of his dreams and unlock the secrets here, the only downside is that he can't bring them to the real world.

I don't know if the mysterious lady can help get it out, just as she brought potions and ritual materials to the Dream Ruins.

But the next time she explores the ruins of the dream realm, she will trouble her to bring back the life hunting knife.

"She must be reluctant to help so repeatedly, she shows an obvious fear of trouble and likes to be lazy"

With this thought, Lumian fell into a deep sleep.

When Lumien woke up, the sky was unusually dark, and there was still a trace of the red of the setting sun in the distance of the mountain.

The sight made him feel uncontrollably depressed, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.

After adjusting his mood, Lumian walked out of the room and went down to the first floor, where Auroel was busy making dinner.

"Are your eyes okay?" Lumian came to help.

Aurel tucked her drooping blonde hair behind her ears, turned her face sideways, and said with wide eyes, "Almost." ”

Lumian looked into her eyes, and saw that there was nothing unusual except for some bloodshot in her light blue eyes.

Aurel continued to fry lamb chops and casually asked, "What did you find in the ruins of the dream this time?" ”

Lumian began to cut the next dish, telling the story of what had happened to him.

"That knife is really strong." Seeing that his brother was fine, Aurel restrained his concern and laughed, "If it were me, I would definitely not give it the name Hunting Knife, it is too straightforward and does not have enough charm." ”

Lumian asked curiously, "What will you take?" ”

Aurore laughed, "I'll call it Fallen Mercury!" ”

"Okay, from now on, it's called Fallen Mercury!" Lumian nodded immediately

My sister's name must be used!

Aurore laughed for a moment, "It's not a good name, but it's too short a time to think of." ”

"Well, the performance of those monsters further proves our suspicions, the black thorn symbol on the chest, or the pollution in the body, is not simple, and can suppress something that is quite high and closely related to that hidden being."

"Maybe the key to the cycle is really on you."

"Hmm." Lumian nodded, "Now let's see what secrets are hidden in the ruins of the dream realm, and then, wait patiently for the night." ”

So far, they've investigated almost all of the anomalies twice, and only the one where the owl is has not been.

It was very, very dangerous, and the only hope was to bring in Pualisev, but the lady clearly did not intend to be troublesome.

I just want to wait for that particular time to come. Without much hope, Lumian talked about the fact that the dance to attract strange creatures was hindered by the two symbols on his body and could not succeed, and he said, "Sister, do you have any ideas to circumvent this restriction?" ”

"Ideas?"

Oroel scooped up the lamb chops, thought for a while, and said, "It seems that it is not possible to ask God to come up, why don't you try the order?" ”

Lumien's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Orders?"

Aurel bowed his head slightly: "Since those strange creatures are afraid of the pollution in their bodies and the seal of that great being, then you can use their fear to directly order them to attach themselves to you, well, in ancient Hermes when the time comes." ”

"It's a train of thought." Lumian understood what her sister meant by fox and tiger power.