"I've got it all, how can I not give it a try?"

The skeleton with a white face looked at Lumian, who was stunned by the aura of terror, and laughed happily or mockingly, pompously or madly.

Crash!

The dim spring water, which was not pale enough, gushed out of the dark hole and filled the small "pond".

Compared to before, there is an extra figure in the water.

The figure seemed to be burning violently, and the near-colorless flames enveloped him.

He obviously only occupied a corner of the spring, but it made the frozen Lumian feel that he was unusually large, comparable to the mountain peak.

In the almost invisible flames, the figure revealed long, blood-colored dull hair, a carved face full of traces of decay and pus, the bones inside shimmered with a steely metallic luster, and the iron-black eyes were suspected to be "rusty", revealing a bit of hideous blood.

The figure was constantly dripping with yellowish "magma", which was quickly extinguished by the pale spring.

With the "Samaritan Woman's Spring" gushing out again, the dense white bones that made the sound fell silent at the same time, and spread out with a bang, as if they were about to rot into mud.

The smell of blood and rust in Lumian's nose grew stronger at the sight of the mountain-like rotting figure, and the frightened spirit was dyed with the madness of wanting to destroy everything, which completely ignited the already existing irritability and ferocity.

If it weren't for the fact that he was still close to death, and even his thoughts were completely withered, he would have lost his mind and become a madman.

In that case, he could get out of control at any time.

But even so, he still froze in place, like facing the most feared natural enemy, only to tremble, forgetting to resist, forgetting to escape.

Whoa!

The highly decayed, invisible-burning figure stepped into the dark hole and struggled to the edge of the Samaritan Woman's Spring, trying to reach out his right palm, which was dripping yellowish and reddish liquid, and grab Lumien as he stood there.

The spring water gushed and the light mist gathered, preventing the figure that gave the illusion of a mountain peak from leaving the spring.

The figure let out a low roar, and its iron-blackened eyes were filled with sheer madness that would be tainted just by the sight of it.

As a result, Lumian's mind went blank as the Samaritan Women's Fountain shook violently.

Although the terrifying figure could not escape from the confines of the spring, it succeeded in preventing them from retreating back into the dark hole.

At the same time, the rotten and dim figures floating in the spring were driven by a low roar and poured to the shore.

Among them were pus-shedding women with a serene temperament like the night, decaying corpses wearing golden crowns, iron-colored bones with a large number of greasy feathers, figures that seemed to be entwined with countless broken maggots, and strange beings with only a black mass remaining......

The figures, too, could not escape the "Samaritan Woman's Spring", but approached the edge, and stretched out to Lumian's feet with pale pus-filled or highly rotted palms, or pale yellow feathers, or maggots of disgusting maggots.

The long, black hair that floated on the surface of the water, like a clump of weeds, suddenly came to life and stretched rapidly out of the spring.

The white-robed women hovering around the "Samaritan Women's Spring" were instantly entwined by these long black hairs, and the figure of Lumian was reflected in their dull and cold blue eyes.

Lumian was grabbed by strange and terrible palms, pulled by his long black hair, slowly, uncontrollably

Glide towards the Samaritan Woman's Fountain, towards the colossal figure of madness and fire.

His body grew colder and colder, and his thoughts became more and more blank.

At this moment, all light suddenly lost in front of his eyes, and he was dyed with the deepest and deepest darkness.

Melodious singing and chanting came from afar, making the area peaceful and quiet, making those vague and dim figures no longer so crazy, as if they were being appeased.

Grabbing Lumian's feet, the terrifying palms that made his spirit and flesh almost freeze all retracted, the long black hair that pulled his body lost its vitality and fell to the ground weakly, and the figure of the suspected high-ranking witch hovering around the "Samaritan Women's Spring" also stopped, as if listening to the music of the night.

Even the most terrifying and crazy figure slowed down, and its terrifying aura weakened a lot.

Lumian then came back to his senses, and instantly figured out what had happened:

The thief who stole the Earth Blood Ore was Monette of the "Different" Cabaret!

And he deliberately created a coincidence and met himself on the fourth floor of the catacombs, in order to use the skill of stealing to quietly return the earth blood ore to himself, so that he unknowingly took the ore specimen to the "Samaritan Woman's Spring" and provoked an anomaly!

You know, Lumian doesn't plan to carry the blood ore into the underground recently, he feels that with his current strength, he can't deal with the various anomalies that exist in underground Trier, and the purpose of stealing and returning the islands liar Monit is to make him passively open up what may be good or bad!

As for why the other party did this, and what purpose it is, it may not be clear until the end of the matter.

Lumien's thoughts were rushing, and while subconsciously reaching out and grabbing Hela's arm, he activated the contract mark, intending to use the ability of "Spirit Travel" to get out of here.

In the process, he also tried to shake off the blood ore in his palm, allowing it to attract the crazy figure with long blood-colored hair.

The blood ore seems to have been affected by the anomalous environment here, showing obvious signs of weathering.

Silently, it shattered to the end and fluttered out, bits of blood staining Lumian's palms and eroding into his skin.

On the other side, the flame of the white candle in Hela's hand was dimmed and could be extinguished at any moment, while the black diamond ring on her right hand flowed silently into the darkness of the night.

When Lumian grabbed her arm, he found the two of them motionless.

This area seems to be cut off from the spirit realm, and there is no way to get out!

Can't escape...... Lumian decisively withdrew his palm, and opened his mouth towards the flaming figure who was looking at him with crazy eyes: "Ha!"

A pale yellow light erupted from his mouth and landed on the huge and dim figure of the mountain.

The figure swayed slightly, but was unaffected, and let out an invisible roar again.

After receiving the new "order", the strange figures who had been appeased by the quiet night were shocked, and once again reached out with rotten or disgusting palms, grabbed Lumien's feet, and the black hair that fell to the ground rose again.

Seeing that Lumian didn't have time to dodge, blazing flames burst out around him.

These crimson flowers of destruction quickly dimmed and quickly extinguished, as if all life had been consumed in an instant.

The pale, pus-filled palm grabbed Lumian's right foot first, making him suddenly "quiet" and his thoughts quickly settled.

The highly decomposed palms, iron-colored bones covered with pale yellow feathers, and broken maggots also completed their task, dragging Lumien into the "Samaritan Woman's Spring" with his eyes open and sleeping.

Surrounded by layers of long, black hair that broke through the quiet of the night and wound around the lady who showed signs of decay.

Lumian looked at the hard, rotten face in a daze, at the iron black eyes that were soaked through blood and rust, feeling pure and extreme madness, but he couldn't even think about it.

His body became more and more stiff, and purple-red corpse spots appeared on his body.

He was only one step away from the pale spring.

At this moment, the "Samaritan Woman's Spring", which had been delayed for a long time by the huge figure, finally "broke" the embankment, and rolled all the figures back into a dark hole that could not even be penetrated by light.

The huge figure burning with invisible flames let out an unwilling roar, but it was still carried by the pale spring and disappeared into the depths of the hole.

Lumian "woke up" and saw the figure of the woman in the white robe start to wander again, and quickly turned around and ran towards the top of the slope.

His idea was simple:

Since the anomaly came from the Earth Blood Ore, which was now half-integrated into his palm, he had to hurry up and flee instead of taking this opportunity to scoop up the remaining water from the spring.

As long as he can escape from here before the pale spring water gushes out again, and the terrifying figure floats again, the "Hela" who remains here will be much safer, and can take water relatively calmly, with his share.

As for how to run, in the case of "teleportation" does not work, relying on your legs is the only way now.

Lumian ran, still preparing for the escape.

He relied on the ability of the "arsonist" to stabilize the flame of the white candle, and took out the "torture" fist from his satchel and put it on the palm of his hand.

At the same time, he tried to recite the honorific name of Mr. "Fool" in Hermes:

"Fools who don't belong to this era......"

This is the inspiration of the gray mist around the Samaritan Woman's Fountain!"

Crash!

Halfway through his reading, Lumian ran some distance when the sound of water gushing out of the spring suddenly sounded.

It was faster than he expected!

The mad roar of blood and rust reverberated throughout the area.

Not understanding Lumian's thoughts, Hela's body trembled again after following him out of the edge of the spring, as if from an emotionless corpse to a panicked and frightened living being.

Out of her eyes, she saw the massive body burning with invisible flames, blood-colored hair, and tattered blood-stained armor.

Lumian was similarly intimidated, and even felt the urge to surrender and give up resistance.

He endured it with all his might, and could no longer recite his honorific name, so he could only put his hope on the "torture" gloves.

Hold on, hold on, and those stealthy gods will look at the material of the gloves and send dangerous creatures to influence or attack.

In the past, Lumien would have prayed that the coming anomaly was within his reach, but now, he wanted the more dangerous the better!

When the water is muddy, the fish have a chance to escape!