In the deathly silence, Lumian felt that the palm of his right hand was unusually hot, as if it had been burned by fire.

He hurriedly took off his fist gloves, turned his palm, and found that the part eroded by the earth blood ore had penetrated deep into the flesh and bones, bright red, and there were bursts of irritating and violent pain.

Other than that, nothing unusual for the time being.

At such a time, Lumian did not bother to do a detailed examination, and while enduring the coldness of his body and the "calmness" of his thoughts, he stepped back and looked at the situation of the "Samaritan Woman's Spring".

The blurred figures and long weedy black hair had been swept into holes that not even light could shine through, and there was a constant swaying, and there seemed to be a fierce battle going on inside.

The white-robed, corpse-like figure that wandered around had not been carried away by the pale spring, but it had vanished, as if it had evaporated out of thin air.

This made Lumian suspect that he could meet the existence of the suspected high-ranking witch elsewhere on the fourth layer, that is, the "Samaritan Women's Spring" had undergone a similar change.

The scene in front of him gave Lumian a bold idea:

Since that terrifying figure was pulled back to the spring by a strange force, one struggled to resist, the other tried his best to suppress, and it seemed that he couldn't tell the winner for a while, it was better to be vigilant, pause and escape, and see if there was a way to make arrangements, and take a little while the pale spring water gushed out again.

Now is the safest time when there are no "water ghosts" sinking at the bottom of the spring, and there are no vague figures wandering around!

In the next second, Lumien saw "Hela" pull out a vial made of gold, and the bottle was engraved with many intricate and mysterious symbols, which were similar to those that Lumian had seen at the basement door of the "Highland Elixir" store.

Hela didn't wait for the pale spring water to gush out again, but crouched down and pushed the mouth of the bottle to the dirt on the edge.

The dirt is deep and dark, and the closer you get to the dark holes, the more you feel that it has its own special color, as if it contains countless colors, and the further you go, the more ordinary it becomes, and when you reach the area where the spring has not been submerged, it is completely close to the state of the slope itself.

By this time, most of the surface of the dark earth had become dry and unliquidated, but the very edge was still a little wet, and some droplets of water were more solid than the pale spring water, and closer to the color of the lake at night.

Seeing that "Hela" was targeting these liquids, Lumien asked in confusion:

"Won't you wait for the Samaritan Woman's Fountain to spring up again?"

"Hela" shook her head:

"This is the real 'Samaritan Woman's Spring' springs, and those pale streams of water are dangerous things that we cannot touch at all now, and if they touch a little, they will die instantly, lingering forever next to the spring or sinking near the spring, and the container we use will be no exception."

So horrible?" Is the Samaritan Woman's Fountain a derivative of a pale stream of water rather than an ontology? Lumian also took out the metal vial he had prepared in advance, and picked up the droplets of dirt at the edge of the spring.

With just a drop, his bottle showed signs of rust and decay that had been soaked in water for a long time.

"Hela" did not speak, and took out a gold vial, also engraved with a large number of intricate symbols, and threw it to Lumian.

Lumian succeeded in catching the dripping water of the Samaritan Woman's Spring, and most of his attention was focused on the dark spring.

As soon as the shaking stopped, he turned around and ran with the water from the Samaritan Woman's Spring!

One drop, two drops, three drops, the spring water entered the golden vial in a state so slow that it seemed to stop at any moment, and the one that Lumian had prepared grew rustier and more broken.

Lumian watched as he couldn't speed up, worried that the pale spring water would spring up again.

He was in a state of mania under the influence of various negative factors.

So, he opened and closed his mouth and silently cursed all kinds of swear words to ease the emotions in his heart.

Tick, tick, he only filled a third of the bottle of spring water when he saw "Hela" stop and screw on the lid of the golden vial.

Can't be greedy......... Lumian admonished himself, and followed Hela to end the act of collecting water from the "Samaritan Woman's Spring".

The two of them hurried to the top of the slope.

Not long after, the sound of rushing water could be heard behind them.

Once again, the pale spring water gushed out of the dark hole!

The two of them did not look back to see the situation, and continued to run wildly towards the gray mist, as if there was an invisible, terrifying monster chasing after them.

In a matter of seconds, the two finally came to the edge of the mist, and Lumian grabbed Hela's arm and stepped on it hard, and pounced.

After getting out of the area shrouded in gray mist, Lumian finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the coldness on his body and the precipitation of his thoughts had improved a lot.

"Psychic piercing"!

Jana's body emerged from the shadows, and there were two flashes of "electric light" in her eyes.

The man in the wizard's robe heard the illusory cracking sound, and felt a strong pain welling up from the depths of the spirit body, taking over his brain.

Instinctively, he fell down and curled up, as if trying to relieve the pain in this way.

Franka didn't give him the opportunity to look at the mirror she had just taken out.

As the sorcerer's client was reflected in the mirror, a black flame ignited in Franka's palm, smearing against the glass surface.

The Witch's Curse!

Streams of black flames suddenly erupted from the man's body, burning his still painful and struggling spirit to an extremely weak point.

Immediately after, the crystal ice covered him layer by layer, and the colorless spider silk was wrapped around and around, revealing his form

Franca's intention is to control the other party, not kill them, after all, no one knows if this guy is involved in any pollution or high-level things, and reckless psychics are prone to accidents.

Seeing that the man had become very weak and under heavy control, Franka whispered in surprise, "That's it?"

She had no doubts that she and Janena could defeat each other with a surprise attack, but she didn't expect it to be so easy and so simple.

In the next second, the man struggled to open his mouth under the triple control of black flame, ice, and spider silk, revealing a faint voice: "You are committing a crime!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there seemed to be a violent vibration in the depths of the earth, and a rock at the top of the tunnel suddenly fell and smashed straight into Jana's head.

Jane lunged forward, rolling and dodging, but was hit twice by the falling rocks.

Franka is in a similar situation, feeling that the entire tunnel will collapse if it continues, and even if she has a "mirror double", there is no guarantee that she will be able to survive beyond this tunnel.

She didn't hesitate any longer, and with a clench of her right hand, the remaining black flames in the client's body erupted again.

The black flames burned the spirit, and the man dressed as a wizard quickly lost his life.

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The tunnel then stopped, leaving only dust in the air.

Franka breathed a sigh of relief, wasting no time and hurriedly arranging the psychic ritual, while Jana rubbed her shoulders and back, guarding her surroundings in case someone passed by.

After a while, Franka completed the "Magic Mirror Spiritism", took the mirror, looked at the pale and bluish face with a slightly arrogant temperament, and said, "How much do you know about the secrets of the deep valley quarry?"

The man's spirit replied blankly, "There are people who want to prolong life with machines, and there are people who want to gain life by machines."

"A part of the people of the Deep Valley Monastery is slipping into the abyss."

If it's vague, can't you go into more detail? Franka asked, "Which organization are you, and why are you taking advantage of the janitor's disappearance?"

The man was about to answer, when a layer of mist suddenly filled the mirror.

Click!

The mirror in Franca's hand shattered instantly.

Bang!

The man's body wrapped in ice and "spider silk" exploded, and his flesh turned into a mist that enveloped the area.

Almost at the same time, Franka shattered like a mirror, falling to the ground in pieces.

Her figure quickly sketched out at the intersection of the tunnel, appearing beside Jana.

"Sure enough, there is a problem." Franka stared solemnly at the uncertain mass of blood mist, watching it gradually settle and melt into the earth.

By this time, the corpse had become a puddle of flesh, and all the contents on its body were reduced to scraps, except for those made of metal.

Franca and Jane searched a little and found a key made of brass and coins worth two or three hundred filkins.

They didn't dare to stay any longer, and after clearing the traces, they left.

About two or three minutes later, a pair of legs in knee-length brown boots appeared next to the puddle of flesh and mud, holding a shrunken, golden jug with a wick sticking out.

The blazing sunlight shone on the entrance to the catacombs of Purgatory Square, shining on Lumian's body, making him feel as if he had returned to the world of the living from the realm of the dead, and the coldness on his body was dispelled a lot.

He glanced sideways at Hela, whose face was still pale, with purple red corpse spots and decay marks that had not yet healed, and smiled:

"There wasn't a real fight, but it was the closest I came to death."

"Those who can keep their mark on the pale spring for a long time are the great people of the past." "Hela" said simply.

As he walked towards the edge of the square, Lumian asked casually:

"What's the use of the Samaritan Woman's Spring, you can't really use it to forget the past and forget the pain, right?"

"Hela" shook her head:

"For me, it can be used to replace one ritual, or rather, to become a major part of another."

Lumian didn't understand too much, and he didn't ask.

Soon, he realized that the feeling of cold thoughts in his body had not completely disappeared just because he left the catacombs.

Most of them seem to have become a part of themselves, and they will slowly grow again at night.

"The anomaly in us is still there." Lumian reminded "Hela" in a deep voice.

"Hela" nodded:

"I have a way to deal with it, and the one who asked you to bring the spring water should have a way."

Lumian let out an "um", waved goodbye to Hela, and walked towards the public carriage stop.

He was more worried about the blood ore and the strange "rust" that had eroded into his palms than about the dying anomaly.