Inside the room with thick curtains drawn.

Lumian suddenly felt that the "mirror double" placed on the inside of the clothes became extremely cold, and even through a linen shirt, he couldn't help but shiver.

His heart tightened, and he couldn't care about pretending to sleep anymore, so he turned over and sat up, and took out the mirror.

In the dim crimson moonlight, the mirror turned gray, and when held in the hand, it looked like a piece of ice.

Knowing that this meant something was wrong with Franca, Lumian did not hesitate, and with the help of the occult connection between the double and the body, the black mark on his right shoulder glowed.

His figure suddenly disappeared from the bed, sketched out in the living room of the apartment at 6 White Coat Street.

Almost at the same time, Lumian saw that his surroundings were gray, as if covered with a mist that blocked the crimson moonlight, and Franka lay in her easy chair, her body stiff and writhing, as if she was dying.

Her lake-colored eyes were mixed with emotions such as anger, fear, eagerness, and worry, and there was a vague figure clustered around her, and her head seemed to want to swing slowly, but it was pulled by invisible silk threads, and she was stuck.

At this moment, the sound of fingernails scraping against a chalkboard rang in both Lumien and Franca's ears.

It was a word they couldn't understand, piercing their spirits, carrying their spirit upwards to a dark void of countless stars.

At the top of the void, there are many mysterious symbols that are roaming and difficult to describe.

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They form a dynamic, bizarre door around a darkness that even light can't see.

Lumian and Franca's spirits involuntarily flew towards the door, and before they could get closer, they heard a faint voice coming from inside.

This seems to contain the mysteries of all the worlds in the entire universe, but also the madness, self-destruction, and darkness that lurks in everyone's heart.

The closer they got to the dynamic door, the more pronounced the murmuring became, causing Lumian and Franca's heads to throb violently, but there was a strong, instinctive desire that drove them into the door, to overlap with the intangibles behind the door, to make a secret connection, to gain knowledge of the essence, the source, the transcendent, the power.

The mystical symbols roamed innumerable, the door was vaguely open, and a large number of invisible things that could only sense their presence but could not see their specific form surged to the crack of the door.

With a buzz, Lumian and Franca's minds went blank, as if they had been smashed with a giant hammer.

The words they had heard before came alive in their minds, and every word turned into shadowy, grotesque creatures, eroding towards every nook and cranny of the spirit and flesh and blood.

Franca's eyes widened suddenly, and her flaxen-colored hair floated into the air without any wind, faintly thickening a little.

The corners of her eyes, her nostrils, her ears, her mouth, and the many pores on her body were all bleeding a little bit, as if some demon was trying to separate her flesh from her skin.

Franka's mind was in a state of intense confusion, like a human being thrown into a factory mixer.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the "resentful spirit" attached to her broke away from this "witch of pleasure".

Dressed in a short black suit, the "resentful spirit" with a slightly dark green flashing in his eyes immediately opened his mouth and let out a piercing scream.

The sound of the unreal and the real shattering sounded at the same time, and Franca's body disappeared into the easy chair, appearing in the only bedroom.

Although the "mirror double" was naturally stimulated, she only got rid of the possible out-of-control effects, and still passed out in a coma, losing consciousness on the spot.

Reflected by the fragments of the mirror of a shattered easy chair, Lumian, who was also hit by the double blow of babbling and screaming, was in much better shape than Franca.

Every time he promoted to the rank or prayed for a gift, he would be affected by more powerful and terrifying whispers, relying on the protection of the seal and his own perseverance to hold on again and again, and had a relatively high resistance to such attacks.

At this time, although he also had severe pain in his head, a lack of thinking, and a rupture of capillaries in many parts, he still did not completely lose his instinctive reaction and basic thoughts, he just unconsciously bent his back, and his face was twisted hideously in patches of blood.

In the next second, the "resentful spirit" disappeared in front of the easy chair, reflecting Lumien's blue eyes.

His head instantly became blurry, his body was cold, and his blood seemed to freeze into white frost.

While he could still think for a certain amount of time, Lumian immediately used the "Spirit Realm Shuttle" ability to leave this room and move a few hundred meters.

He knows very well that the "Secret Puppet Master" does not have the ability to become a "grudge spirit", even if he has similar magical items, with their fighting style, they are not very good at playing in person, so the "grudge spirit" possessed by himself is most likely a puppet, and the puppet is a thing, once it is out of the control range of the "Secret Puppet Master", it will lose control and no longer play a role.

When the time comes, Lumian will "teleport" back and try to take Franka with him.

Although this will make him basically lose his ability to fight, it will also abolish a secret puppet of "Loki", so that the other party must weigh whether to stud directly or retreat cautiously, after all, he doesn't know how many "teleportations" Lumien's spirituality can support, this is not the ability that "arsonist" should have, and "Loki" will most likely not be able to judge accurately!

As soon as Lumian was about to activate the "Spirit Shuttle" mark, a magnetic voice sounded in his ears:

"Give it up.

The sound swooped into Lumian's spirit, causing a wave of confusion that interrupted his attempt.

Immediately afterward, his thoughts began to stagnate, and his body became more and more stiff and dull.

The rather magnetic voice laughed unabashedly:

"I don't know what trap you've set in your room, it probably has something to do with Hela, after all, you can't pretend to be a Muggle without her's cooperation, and get into the Institute, right, Aurel. Lee's younger brother Lumian. Lee, I've seen your wanted warrant.

In Trier, the most accessible extraordinaire is the 'Hunter' route, so there is a saying:

"Don't fight him on the home turf of a 'hunter'.

"No one knows what strange traps the hunters will bury in their homes.

"I don't want to take any chances, and I'm not going to face 'Hela', although I'm not too scared of her, unless she's already figured out how to become a demigod, anyway, why should I fight him on the home turf of a 'hunter'? My choice is to raid Hidden Blade, lure you to the rescue, move you away from your home turf, and fight where I preset.

"During the afternoon of the trial, I was sure that there was an object between you to observe each other's state or establish some kind of occult connection, well, it should be the exchange of 'mirror doubles', hehe, what do you think my other secret puppet was doing at that time?

"Actually, I don't want to kill Hidden Blade, and I don't plan to turn her into a secret puppet, a living 'witch' tastes better, and can even use this encounter to make her both miserable and desperate, and when she uses this to advance to Sequence 4, I will have a semi-mysterious puppet.......

The voice was not capable of "provocative", but every word made Lumian's anger skyrocket.

And these words can obviously affect the spirit and spirit, always interfering with Lumian's ability to use, coupled with the double restrictions of "resentful soul possession" and "secret puppet master", Lumian has almost become a statue that cannot speak or move, standing in place, waiting for the final judgment of fate to come.

A thin gray mist permeated the room, making it difficult for the movement to reach the outside world.

The rather magnetic voice smiled and continued:

"It shouldn't have been so troublesome, but it's a pity that you have a high-ranking person sealed in your body, and only by secretly conjuring you can I ensure my safety, I don't want to face a high-ranking person after you die, no one knows if he will thank me, or kill me easily."

"Do you wonder why I recognize you? The seal on your body is most likely not perceptible to others, but in my eyes, it is as vivid as a firefly in the night, and as soon as you arrived in the room where the typewriter was placed, I was sure that you were the one pretending to be a 'Muggle', so unless you can throw me away from me, like the first anti-tracking, I can keep up with you without a secret puppet.

"Yes, I knew there was something wrong with you when you showed up at the party and came to our 'April Fools' group, what I suspected was that the Muggles were 'relying on the seals to get rid of the split soul, who knows, she did die, you are her brother.

"Haha, I still remember that in the second half of last year, every time she attended a party, she would ask "I have a friend" to treat the psychological problems and mental hidden dangers caused by the improper use of "evokering", and "I have a friend" would tell us her pain, her longing, her struggle, her softness, and her changes again and again.

"It's pretty bad, completely against the doctor's guidelines, but it's fun, it's funny, it's enough to give us enough sense of accomplishment to make us all laugh out there."

Hearing this, Lumian's mind buzzed.

When "Loki" pointed out his vulnerability, he was only a little annoyed, but when "Loki" described what happened to Aurel, he was furious.

Oloel was sick and sincerely went to the doctor for treatment, but the doctor not only perfunctory her, but also regarded her pain and misery as a source of happiness, and betrayed her privacy again and again, telling others all about her illness and her struggles, and making them laugh at her behind her back.

Moreover, the "Evoker" was sold to Aurore by this group.

Damn it!

This group, every single one, deserves to die!

Worthy, the most tragic, way to die!

Although his thoughts were full of stuttering, Lumi's anger eventually exploded, which ignited his spirit to spread to flesh.

He didn't control it, and he couldn't control it under constant interference.

Crimson flames began to emerge from Lumian's body, and the tiny red tubes in Lumian's eyes were full of hideous blood.

Deep pool!

This is a precursor to a loss of control, and if it continues, he will really get out of control.

But Lumian had no fear and even took the initiative to cooperate.

Even if I, out of control as a monster, became, a madman, I have to drag you, this group of people, together, into the "instinctive reaction" of the deep body, and the crimson flame flow spread in all directions, which burned the "resentful spirit", ignited the furniture, and created a fire.

It's a pity that this doesn't have much effect on the "Loki" who doesn't know where to hide and the secret puppet who is resentful, and in a short period of time, the flames can't burn to that extent.

The only effect was to stop the magnetic voice for two seconds before he laughed again:

"It's useless, I know, you mainly want to rely on the flames to ask for help from the outside world, not to attack me, but I deceived the 'Hidden Blade' before, saying that it was speeding up the progress, but in fact, it was with the help of the power of the gray mist, creating a special environment and sealing the information here.

"If you do it with all your might, you can indeed break the barrier of the residual fog, after all, I can't ask for too much power, but now, it's useless.

As soon as Loki's words fell, a crazy, terrifying, violent, and exaggerated aura emerged from Lumian's body, directly breaking through the separation of the light mist and running into the sky.