Aosta. Trull never had any doubts that Charles could solve the water monster, but what he didn't expect was that the other party would be so relaxed and behave so brutally, like an adult beating a child.

Aosta's mind once again flooded with the same question as before: which path and which sequence is Charles? Why can you fight again, and it seems to have a strong divination ability?

In the area littered with dark red and yellowish marks, Lumian crouched down, drew his ritual silver dagger, thrust through the smashed wound, and cut the monster's flesh into one by one, placing them in the empty wooden box that had been prepared in advance.

After filling two boxes in a row, collecting the scales of the glowing blue light, he took out the metal vial and picked up the spilling monster blood.

Seeing this, Aosta approached the monster step by step and waited beside him.

It didn't take long for Lumian to stand up, turn around, and walk the way he came.

Asta. Trull quickly crouched down, gathering blood, scales, and what he thought were more spiritually rich organs.

From time to time, he looked up at Lumian, and found that the other party was getting farther and farther away, and he didn't mean to stop and wait for him.

This made Aosta quite nervous and flustered, after all, this water monster that was easily solved by Charles Judging from his performance, there is a high probability that he will be easily dealt with, if he stays alone by the underground river in the dark depths, and then encounters a monster attracted by the smell of blood, then it will be a big trouble!

Having hastily packed the cut materials, Aosta didn't dare to stay any longer, and reluctantly abandoned the corpses of at least nine-tenths of the water monsters, and followed Lumian.

When the light of the carbide lamp disappeared at the end of the road, the area was dark again, and only the sound of rushing water never ceaselessly echoed.

I don't know how long it took, a few college students who went underground to look for excitement passed by with kerosene-burning lanterns.

They saw that the stone walls were dented and slightly damaged, and that the road was messy and debrised, but apart from that, everything was so peaceful and silent, and there were neither the corpses of the water monsters nor the specks of blood.

Saying goodbye to Ostatrul, Lumien rode a public horse all the way back to the market area.

After taking other materials from room 207 of the "Golden Rooster Hotel", he carried the calcium carbide lamp and entered the underground world again.

His destination is the hollow of the quarry where the last ritual took place, and he has to make the mysterious potion needed for the "Prophecy Technique" before it gets dark, and at night he goes to the nearest hospital to find a body that has just been dead in the morgue.

Descending deeper from the floor that roughly replicated the layout of the ground, Lumien slowed down.

Relying on the light of the calcium carbide lamp, he saw some more obvious and fresh footprints on the slightly wet road.

"Heavy footprints... …· Lumian observed for a moment, then muttered to himself in a slightly confused voice.

Judging by the footprints alone, he believed that the person who had just passed by weighed more than 100 kilograms, or was carrying items that were not light.

"Who could it be, what would it be doing underground? Smugglers?" Lumian had a guess, but didn't intend to track it down.

Trier's underworld is full of people, and if he doesn't let go of every footprint, he will only exhaust himself.

Moreover, the other party has no grudges against him, as long as it does not affect his next ritual magic, even if he is ready to kill people, it has nothing to do with him.

Lumian twisted the knob and controlled the reaction speed of the calcium carbide and the water, reducing the intensity of the flames and dimming the light a lot.

He was worried that the owner of the footprints was not far ahead, and sensed that there was an obvious light approaching behind him.

After walking for a while, Lumian suddenly sniffled, and he smelled something slightly familiar: the smell of perfume that seemed to arouse male desire was mixed with a hint of orange.

After recalling for a few seconds, Lumian locked on to the owner of the scent: "Little ***" Janena, the "pompous girl" singer!

This footprint her? Impossible, how could she exceed a hundred kilograms? She's not cast in iron! Moreover, the footprints clearly belonged to men.

Lumian's thoughts raced, and he had two guesses: "Either Jana is good at covering up the footprints and leaving no traces, or she was killed by the man

Carrying it on your back......

"It is normal for two people to add up to more than 100 kilograms......

"Judging from the footprints alone, the man is between 1.65 and 1.7 meters, and his walking posture is a bit strange......

Thinking of this, Lumian raised his eyebrows, he became curious, and planned to follow down to see what happened to Jana, or, what she was going to do, knowing that this "pompous girl" was suspected of being the lover of "Red Boots" Franca, and her involvement in something might involve some secret of the Savoyard Party.

For Lumien, who is looking for a "top", this may be an opportunity.

Lumian turned down the carbide lamp again, hoping that once he turned it off, the flame would quickly go out.

He followed the footprints, walking in the shadows on the side of the tunnel, keeping an eye on the distance, and turning off the lights if something went wrong.

When the footprints were fresher, as if they had just been left, he extinguished the carbide lamp and followed the path he had written down, moving forward in the darkness.

Not long after, he reached a fork in the road, and saw a slight blue glow spilling from the end of the stone wall on the left.

Lumian put on his black gloves and leaned over there almost silently.

At the end of the stone wall is a small cave, from which the light shines.

Lumian leaned against the stone wall, hidden in the darkness, and leaned his head slightly forward to look in.

In the relatively flat place between the caves, there is a rough iron-black calcium carbide lamp, and not far from it, where the light is stronger, there is a large gray cloth bag stuffed to the brim.

A man stood next to the bag, wearing a blue cap, thick brown trousers, and a darker jacket with a linen shirt underneath.

The man's breathing was a little heavy, his height was close to one meter seven, his side face was thin and slightly haggard, and his brown eyes were full of undisguised desire.

Lumian looked down and saw that the gang had set up their tents.

He suddenly sneered, "Do you want to be in such a hurry? No wonder I walked so slowly, and I caught up with the footprints."

He became more and more sure that the cloth bag should contain the "little ***" Jana.

The other party should have been attacked by a kidnapper and a *** criminal.

At that moment, the man took off the cap on his head and gasped and tossed it aside.

His appearance was completely exposed to Lumien's eyes: pale yellow eyebrows were messy and sparse, the corners of the eyes were slightly downward, the tip of his nose was a little red, his mouth was chapped and chapped, and his face was not healthy, and there was a kind of overconsumption of haggardness. 「

The man crouched down, untied the bag, and got the contents out.

As Lumian expected, it was Jana, the "pompous girl".

Her customary brown hair had been scattered and draped over her body in a chaotic manner, her eyes were tightly closed, and there was a deep dark shadow around her, and she was wearing the white blouse and off-white fluffy skirt, and the black mole had not been lit yet, or had been removed from the friction.

The process of the man's transfer of Jane out was repeated from time to time, and his breathing was so heavy that Lumian could hear it clearly even if he was not a "hunter".

This desire is too strong, isn't it? It's a sick look...... Lumian subconsciously flashed this thought.

Now that he has met him, he plans to save Jana, so that the boss of the Savoyard Party will decide to add a leader, and "Red Boots" Franca may help him say a few good words.

Of course, there is no urgency, and Lumian plans to observe again to see if there are any special abilities that dare to provoke the leader of the Savoyard party, "Red Boots" Franca.

He was going to do it after the man had taken off his pants, so that he would lose sight of the other.

It's a pity that there are no ranged weapons, otherwise it wouldn't have been so troublesome... …· … Lumian sighed and planned to turn around and ask the Savoyard to get him a gun.

The man moved his hands up to Jana's face and patted her twice.

Then, he pulled out a metal vial, screwed the cap, and reached the end of Jana's nose.

Ahh

Jaina sneezed and opened her eyes. 「

Her blue eyes followed

The man's face was reflected, and he was shocked, and he subconsciously wanted to stand up.

In the next second, she found herself powerless, unable to resist effectively.

"Damn it, shit, what do you want to do?" Janena reluctantly scolded.

The man smiled sickly, "You know what? I often watch you sing in the audience, and every time I want to rip off your clothes and skirts and let you sing for me alone."

Jaanna angrily scolded, "This madman, bastard who deserves to be fucked by a donkey!

"You're dead! The Savoyard will sink you into the river!"

The man didn't respond, his brown eyes glowing with a strange light.

Jana's face flushed, and her breathing became heavy.

Her body twisted slightly, and her eyes were filled with shock at her reaction.

"That's just right, there is a certain amount of resistance, and you can unconsciously cooperate with me......" The man stood up in anticipation, and quickly took off his clothes, pants, and leather shoes.

Lumian, who was "watching", was shocked: Jana's reaction was not normal! Is this the impact of extraordinary abilities?

Is Trier a man or a dog, with extraordinary abilities?

Jaanna was aroused by desire? This, this and Susanna. Matisse and Mr. Eve are acting a little bit alike······

Lumian's thoughts raced, and he pulled out the ceremonial silver dagger and tucked it into his right pocket, keeping the tip of the knife inside and the handle against the outer layer of fabric.

He then lowered his body and flashed into the cavern from the stone wall, quietly approaching the man where the light could not shine.

The man's attention was all on Jana, his eyes were feverish, his face was sickly grinning, and he unbuttoned his belt and took off his pants, while looking at Jana's body.

As soon as he was out of the shadows, Lumian pounced like a cheetah.