"!" Franka expressed her feelings with strong tone particles.

She looked around, her thoughts racing, and she pondered, "We have encountered the same thing as the missing caravan?"

"In that tunnel, he entered another world, so there are no original footprints?"

"In the eyes of that smuggler Fernandez, we also evaporated out of thin air?"

Lumian had never encountered anything like it, and his sister Aurore's novels had no corresponding plot, which made him wonder what was going on.

He was a little stunned, frowning and thinking, when he suddenly heard the speculation of "Red Boots" Franca.

"Very imaginative." Lumian's first reaction was emotion, and then he pondered the corresponding possibilities.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Franca's words were close to his current state, so he crouched down again to examine the footprints.

"Sure enough, there were suddenly footprints carrying heavy objects," Lumian pointed a dozen paces behind him.

That's where they just started, but there's no sign of them getting there.

Franka gritted her teeth and said, "It looks like we've really entered another world, or another underground space,!" Why Us? ”

Christo, Brinell, Simon, and Blake didn't encounter anything and returned to the ground without incident!

"Well, hearing the question of "Red Boots", Lumian suddenly felt guilty, "Half-squatting on the ground, he subconsciously raised his hand and touched his left breast.

Isn't this some kind of fate?

Well, I can't rule out the possibility of Franca's problem, her sequence is higher than mine, and she also has magic items on her body, maybe she is hiding some secrets, Lumian quickly adjusted his mentality.

Franka looked down at the companion and muttered to herself, "Is the sequence of one of the two of us related?" "Or maybe it's the negative side of your glasses."

Lumian replied thoughtfully, "Hunters and witches are adjacent pathways. ”

In other words, if it's really the problem caused by the law of extraordinary feature aggregation, neither of them can escape.

Of course, with the personalities of Lumian and Franca, the effect of the Extraordinary Trait Convergence Law cannot be so obvious, but Lumian thinks that he has met two witches in less than two weeks after arriving in Trier, and he himself is only in Sequence 8, so he suspects that it was the power of "fate" that made the Convergence a fateful thing.

"Hmm," Franka pondered.

After a few seconds, she gritted her teeth and said, "Maybe it's because of our path that we encountered this situation, but why did Christo's rat smuggling caravan enter this space and then disappear weirdly in reality?" "This route has been used many times before and there is no problem, why is it different this time?

"! This damn rat must have missed it! What he smuggled this time was not just wine and guns, but also other things, involving metaphysical things? ”

"Not necessarily true, Russell the Great said, 'Walk by the river and one day your boots will get your boots wet,' and Christo's smuggling caravan kept going back and forth through this problematic tunnel, which is why something happened, and that's when Lumian stepped up to defend Christo the Mouse.

Franka was barely persuaded and exhaled: "Now is not the time to discuss the reasons, the point is to find a way to get out." "Hey, how can there be anomalies related to the Hunter's Way and the Witch's Way underneath Trier, uh" Franka suddenly fell silent, as if remembering something.

"Did you find anything?" Lumian stood up.

Franka thought for a moment and replied, "I don't know if your sister told you anything about the Quaternary, uh, she probably doesn't know." "In short, Trier in the Quaternary was the capital of the Tudor dynasty, and it is highly likely that the 'Blood Emperor' who ruled this empire was a high-level person of the 'Hunter' pathway. Also, the witch family at that time had a certain relationship with one or several of the great nobles of the Tudor dynasty, and it was normal to leave something behind. ”

"Wicans?" Lumien was stunned by the word.

Franka pouted: "In the Fourth Age, 'The Witch's Way was controlled by the family, hehe, since I chose the Assassin', I could only collect as much information as I could, but until now, I didn't know a lot about it. ”

Lumian brings the topic back on track: "Do you suspect that this space has something to do with the Quaternary Trier, which is buried underground?" ”

"Yes," Franka said as she thought as she thought to the ruins of a vague reply, "and if we can find the corresponding node, we should be able to get out." ”

Lumian took the calcium carbide lamp and looked at the ground again: is it going forward, or is it going back?

Alawan didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary, and kept moving forward. ”

Franka pondered for a few seconds and said, "Let's go back to the place where we entered the space of Eight just now, it's just a dozen steps away, let's not waste time." ”

"Okay." Lumian walked towards the center of the tunnel.

Soon, he and Franka were standing at the "footprints of the smuggling caravan out of nowhere, trying to move forward."

There was not a series of footprints ahead.

After walking a dozen steps, the darkness around them grew thicker and thicker, and there were only footprints left by Lumien and Franka on the way, and they did not return to reality.

"Stop," Franka pressed her right hand, "and we turned around and went to the pit in the quarry where we came to see if Fernandez had entered the space." ”

Lumien did not object.

It also helped them further determine what the problem was, and under the blue light of the two calcium carbide lamps, Lumian and Franka walked steadily in the footsteps of the smuggling caravan.

It didn't take long for them to reach the quarry.

A dark shadow stood at the junction of light and darkness, with his back to the two, and Franka exclaimed happily, "Fernandez! ”

It seems that the smugglers have also entered this space, so the problem is not necessarily with himself and Charles!

As soon as Franca's voice fell, her face suddenly tensed, and at the same time, Lumian said in a deep voice, "It's not right. ”

The smuggler Fernandez already had a calcium carbide lamp, so he couldn't just stand in the dark like this!

In the next second, the black shadow turned around.

In the light of Lumien and Franca's calcium carbide lamps, he revealed a bloody face.

The male face had short pale yellow hair, a pair of thick brown eyebrows, and a pair of lake-blue eyes.

His lips were thin, his appearance was unremarkable, and there was indescribable viciousness and hatred in his eyes.

At this moment, thick blood smeared on the black shadow's face, as if it would drip at any moment.

Sure enough, it wasn't Fernandez! How déjà vu, Lumian judged as he pulled out the black revolver from under his armpit,

With a thud, the calcium carbide lamp in Franca's hand fell to the ground.

Startled by the crackling sound and the swaying light, the black figure suddenly flashed into the depths of darkness and disappeared into some of the tunnels that connected the quarry pit.

"What's wrong?" Lumian looked sideways at Franca.

As a Sequence 7 transcendent, as a member of a secret organization, as an experienced warrior, she shouldn't have such a perverted performance, such an exaggerated reaction!

Franca stared in the darkness for a few seconds and said, "Well, that's the old me." ”

"You from the past, the man?" When Lumian heard this, he was startled.

He was creepy and asked in a deep voice, "You before drinking the witch potion?" ”

"Yes." Franka bent down and picked up her calcium carbide lamp, looking both confused and horrified, "I thought that no one in this world could remember that face except myself, why, why did I see it here?" Is it? "Generated from my memory? In this space, can't our memories be kept secret? ”

Isn't that a good thing? Lumian's first reaction was joy.

If this space can reflect all the memories hidden in his subconscious, then he can preliminarily restore the truth of the disaster in the village of Cordu!

He didn't care if the space would be "snooped" into something that shouldn't be snooped on, heavily polluted and destroyed, and disintegrated from the inside out.

Lumian walked around the hollows of the quarry with a calcium carbide lamp and a revolver. He didn't see any other shadows, nor did he see anything related to his past.

Disappointed, he said to Franca, "I didn't find who I was." ”

"It's not my memory, or is it from the front?" Franka proposes to return to the auxiliary well that led them down to this level, looking for more anomalies along the way, in order to speculate on the origin and nature of this space, and thus open the door to leave this place.

The two walked almost side-by-side through the cavity of the quarry, following the footprints left by the smuggling caravan towards the edge of the lookout area.

As the minutes ticked by, Lumian and Franka saw something more on the ground at about the same time.

It was a drop of blood, sparsely sparse, mixed with the footprints of the smuggling caravan, with a certain sense of chaos.

"Started to have an anomaly?" Franka whispered.

Lumien nodded: "Further on, we will most likely encounter those." ”

He glanced at Franka and added, "Of course, they may not be human. ”

Franka sneered, "Are you scaring me? Do you think this scares me? Whether it's a corpse or a monster, it's a development that I expected. "Remember, the scariest thing in the world is the unknown."

As soon as Franca's voice fell, Lumian, who was reflected by the calcium carbide lamp, was instantly stunned.

"You're trying to scare me." Before Franka could finish speaking, something hot slipped from her nose and fell to the ground with a thud.

It was a drop of bright red blood.