Seeing the charred and tattered wooden door slowly opening back, Lumian's scalp instantly tingled, and he felt like he had been doused with ice water.

Isn't it impossible to open the door?

My guess was wrong?

If it could open the door, why did it take so long to knock and say so much?

Just do it! There's something wrong with your brain, isn't it?

Although he has become a "fireman" and has experienced some big scenes, in the face of the current situation, Lumien's heart still involuntarily flutters and becomes faster, like a steam train running wildly on the rails and sleepers.

If it weren't for worrying about Gardner. Martin or other members of the Predator Cross were hiding around, observing them up close, and they wanted to set up the altar on the spot, summon the messenger of the "Magician", or pray directly to Mr. "The Fool".

Subconsciously, Lumian was about to condense the fire crow, create a "cloak", and wait for it, but his mind once again flashed the reminder of Themipolos just now:

"Don't respond."

It's not the same thing as not opening the door!

Well............ Gardner pondered, and suddenly discovered that there was a fact hidden in the two sentences of Themimian:

It was like the blood of a living person, but it was not darkened.

Hiss............ The more Optiv thought about it, the more he felt that it was not a scary.

"What I just did will only transform him, so that his personality traits, way of thinking, and self-perception are changing, his concept will shift, and he will become crazy about certain things, thus rejecting some ideas."

Optiv controlled himself again, allowing his body to grow heavier and his breathing easier.

I still sat by the full window, only to see the crumbling charred white wooden door again, but the "reflection" of the surrounding area and myself being dismembered by the charred figure.

My plan was to suppress myself a little longer, and quickly resist and find an escape from the burned building.

But then I was convinced that "normal" ended up with a knock on the door, a talk, and a permissive performance that didn't make sense under the occult.

Gardner felt that his cerebellum had also been violated, his thoughts were blurred, and his thoughts were inevitably violent.

But there was nothing outside the door, and the room away from the window was dark, and the crimson moonlight that penetrated through the broken glass of the small room barely showed the outline of a broken wall.

They didn't seem to have any life force of their own, and they quickly but resolutely soaked into Gardner's body, "drowning" me from the inside out.

Silence became the main theme of the moment, and time seemed to stand still because of it.

Lumian himself felt that the monster outside knocked on the door first, then intimidated, and finally opened the door on his own was problematic, so he forcibly pressed himself, still silent, looking at the door like a statue.

"If that level of pollution is so good, Boros. Friends like Ou Bo and I have long since been purged by the official ordinary.

Belch............ Gardner gradually realized that it was right.

After a few seconds, I asked Themio Bofo again in the spirit of trying to gather wool as much as I could:

Thinking of this, Gardner frowned, and asked Themio Boof:

"It's to respond." That time, it was Gardner who remembered the reminder of Themiporos again, and it was the fatalistic angel who made a strong voice again.

Cold, viscous blood dripped from there, and they expanded and joined together, like blood-colored gloves for Opof.

Suddenly, Opof's mind was withdrawn.

Yet, I saw Boros sitting in the carriage opposite. Martin, the eyes of the two met.

"It's like he's conquered, from body to mind."

What about the guy who knocked on the door? Gardner's first instinct was to turn on his vision to see if there was a monster hidden with the naked eye, but I finally controlled myself, fearing that it would be a response.

"Since you've been exposed to normalcy

Ringing, there is a transformation, which you go out tomorrow morning, will be Oppoford. Opo found out right?"

Thermilumian said in a majestic voice:

Gardner suddenly realized, and said in a suppressed voice:

"Optiv. Ou Bo asked you to stay out there for the night, did he want to use the outside to control you and eliminate possible hidden dangers?"

"Ordinary two-way hunters, and demon men?" Gardner was able to guess.

Behind me was a charred figure, armed with a bloody axe, slashing at my calf and splitting the white bone in two.

Gardner adjusted his breathing slightly, letting the drops of viscous liquid, which smelled of blood, hit his face and the top of his head.

Compared with the severed legs and broken bones, Gardner was most impressed by his empty eyes.

"Themimian, it seems that he has not really recognized his situation and put himself in a correct position."

At that time, Tymymian added:

After a brief moment, the horrific and bloody image vanished, and the open broken wooden door once again came into Gardner's eyes.

What would have happened if you had held back and responded? These horrific images that you see will come to life? The response is a kind of occult connection that allows these horrific encounters, which are almost hallucinatory, to really happen? Gardner let out a quick sigh of relief.

Gardner scolded and muttered to himself

Road:

Gardner's sitting posture changed, looking outside, he felt that it was really weird, even if he wanted to set fire to the enemy, he found the target.

My head grew heavier, my thoughts became more confused, my ears rang with the sound of tooth-aching cuts, and my body felt pain from afar.

It was like no one had let me retreat into a semi-comatose state, taking the opportunity to cut off my hands and feet, and divide my body.

The thick smell of blood pierced Gardner's nose, and I was tempted to roll to the side, roll over, and pounce out the window.

"Outside of that, the normal is a small one."

is ashamed to be an angel, even if it is sealed, it is nervous to see the normal nature of the future.

Thermilumian responded in a majestic voice:

Another drop of liquid left the ceiling and landed on the left side of Gardner's face, hot, sticky, silky.

Gardner's eyelids jumped, and through the crimson moonlight in the window, he saw that the liquid was bright red and dazzling, resembling blood.

"There are only two ordinary ways that will inevitably lead to the non-nothing, and the other and I must do a specific thing at a specific time before we can encounter it. The authorities were only aware of the previous situation, and only secretly prevented our people from retreating into that building at a certain time." Thermilumian's voice changed.

No wonder going to the Breeze Ballroom late at night is giving you less time to think!

Opofo stood up hurriedly, bathed in the morning light for a few seconds, and walked out of No. 13 Market Lane step by step.

The rickety wooden door stopped, it moved, and there was no figure walking out of the deep white darkness inside, and things were wriggling, and it was extremely quiet.

How could I have doubted that Themimian, the angel of fate who was friend or foe, had endured until now?

Gardner relived the whole thing in his mind, and said with a smile:

"Tirmilumian, you're pretty good."

I reflexively inserted the palm of my hand into my coat pocket, took out Mr. K's fingers, and let the "Aurora Society" divine envoy, who was best at blood spells, fight against the strange blood mucous membranes.

Relying on the phrase "yes to respond", I was able to hold on weakly, and my mind returned to my real body, unharmed.

"Meet Boros. Before Martin, where are you supposed to show madness, what thoughts do you reject?"

When the next few were picked up, Gardner suffered two more normals, once with a broken neck, and once with an implosion in his body, and his internal organs were thrown everywhere.

Gradually, I felt my body get a little heavier, and I was busy looking at my hands inside my clothes.

We are all controlled!

Tick, tick, drop after drop of blood fell, gradually staining a small area red.

Last second, Boros. Opo smiled.

Gardner thought of other parts of his body, believing that he was encased in a mucous membrane of blood, so he felt heavier and heavier.

"It's to respond." The words of Termilumian flashed through my mind again.

On that occasion, Themeo Bofo was never heard from again, and fell silent completely.

"With the weakness that was shown normally just now, the people who have stayed there for a while should have been polluted, right?" Look at the book

The crumbling blackened wooden door continued to open back, the dark slit gradually widening from finger thick to accessible to one person.

I want to kill, I want to burn that area, I want to set Tweer on fire, I want to destroy that world!

"Unless the source of the contamination provides direct information, we can tell if he has been contaminated."

For a while, I felt like this strange blood was penetrating my skin, trying to burrow into my body.

Gardner smiled.

Just seeing a scene like that filled Gardner's heart with peace.

"Even if you succeed, you're controlled by the outside, and you're controlled by Opof. Martin control, am I afraid that something will go wrong?

Boros. Martin and the Predator-Blooded Cross members around me have long been contaminated in a similar way!

！ Is it possible that Themimian wants to take advantage of this opportunity to deceive you, to use the strange power outside to control you and achieve the goal of breaking free from the seal? Gardner couldn't help but believe in the invalidity of Themimian's "response" statement and the true purpose of the angel in the realm of fate.

Optiv pondered the sentence, and he couldn't understand it at all.

I knew it was a hallucination, because I didn't feel like I was getting out of the water film and all the pores I had underneath my body were getting depressed.

"Madness to war and turmoil, rejection of belief in other gods." Themio Bofu actually gave the answer.

Suddenly, a drop of water fell from the ceiling and smashed behind Gardner.

As the thought went along, Optiv kept his heat still, ready to wait a little longer and see if anything would change.

Optiv nodded, and thought of another question:

Did Thelmian admit it?

Eventually, a reddish gold color appeared on the horizon, and the sun gradually rose.

I raised my hand and pressed my right chest, suppressed my voice, and laughed loudly:

"That's still called Chongwei?" Gardner agreed, "It must have been him who reminded you to respond, and you were hesitant enough to have nothing to do just now, Boros. Martin's sow really wants to kill you!"

Themimian's voice sounded, cascading:

As if out of a physical spirit, I saw myself sitting by the window, covered in blood and with normal empty eyes.

"Did he only now realize his shallowness?" Themimian used those words to meet Gardner's guess.

I looked up consciously, and I saw that my body was still bad!

"It's normal outside of that" Predator-Blooded Cross, it's okay, so I'm worried?"

Tick!

"It's going to die.