Franka and Jana's first instinct was to quickly get out of the way, in this deep underground, in the dead silence full of corpses, it is worth being wary of encountering any living person.

But in the current situation, they can't avoid it, because they have to hold a lit white candle to keep them from being swallowed up by the darkness of the catacombs, and in such an environment, the candle flame is so conspicuous that they can be seen from a distance, unless they burrow into some ancient tomb and completely close the tomb door, they can really hide themselves.

In the same way, they did not dare to "hide", they did not dare to hide in the shadows, and they were not sure if this was an act of extinguishing the candle.

After glancing at each other, Franka and Jana chose to take a detour, trying to keep enough distance from the candle flame in the distance.

In an oppressive atmosphere that was so quiet that time seemed to stand still, the two "witches" relied on the street signs beside the road and the black lines on the roof of the cave to carefully move towards the west in the wide road surrounded by ancient burial chambers without piling up the bones of the dead.

As they were nearly parallel to the candle flame, Franka turned her head to look through the tunnel between the two ancient burial chambers.

With her remarkable dark vision, she saw the man holding the burning candle.

It was a man in a black robe, with dark hair and a light layer, a soft side of the face, pale skin, and dark brown eyes, which had a different feeling from the Indisians.

The Fenerporters? It's more similar, but there are some differences...... Why do I feel familiar........ When have I met this person? Was it the original owner of the body who had seen it before, leaving an impression in the depths of the memory fragments? Franka Horan had the urge to talk to the other party in the past.

She took a breath and endured.

In the dead and dark environment of the catacombs, approaching strangers is likely to cause unnecessary conflict.

Moreover, she had spent a lot of time investigating the cause of the original owner's death and his previous experience, and made sure that there was nothing wrong with it, and she didn't need to care who he had met in the past.

The black-robed man also glanced sideways at the two "witches", and seeing that they had no intention of approaching, he continued to move forward and disappeared into the back of an ancient tomb.

"It's not like a college student." Jaina withdrew her gaze and ruled out an option.

If that person just now was not a college student who entered the fourth level of the catacombs simply out of curiosity and seeking excitement, it means that he has his own and quite clear purpose....... Received a commission to find antiques, or was his ancestors buried in this floor of the tomb and came to worship? Or, an extraordinary person with a deep knowledge of the occult to study the peculiarities and the composition of seals in the catacombs? Or else, like Jane and I, to chase the revelations given by the three Nightpillars? Franca's thoughts raced, and she thought of many possibilities.

On the fourth level of the catacombs, there are also two night pillars, the "Marian Night Pillar" and the "Lyus Night Pillar".

The former is the Pope of the "Goddess of the Night" Church in the Quaternary Period, and the latter is the Divine Reaper of the Ancient Death, and they all fell in the "War of the Four Emperors" and fell in the Trier of the Quaternary Age.

After telling Jana about her analysis, Franka waved her right hand, which was not holding the candle, and said, "Don't worry about his purpose, just don't affect our search for Chrissmana's ghost."

I didn't care about it, obviously you thought about a bunch of possibilities yourself..... I felt the impulse in your heart, you really wanted to investigate the person just now...... With her knowledge of Franca, Jana keenly grasped her companion's thoughts, but she only laughed secretly and didn't debunk it.

Sometimes, Franca is still very face-saving!

After walking along the current road for nearly a quarter of an hour, they arrived at a natural cave called the "Crazy Mushroom Cave".

The entrance here is sealed by a dense network of pale and black mushrooms.

"How do you grow so many mushrooms?" Franka looked at her curiously.

Without waiting for Jana to speak, she added to herself, "Okay, I know, now is not the time to explore adventures."

"Damn, I didn't stop you, maybe Chrissmanna's shadow is in the mushroom cave." Having been very depressed since entering the fourth floor of the catacombs, Jana, who felt a sense of confinement, vented her inner discomfort with dirty words.

Franka was about to respond, when she saw a figure standing around the corner in front of her.

The figure was dressed in a simple and simple white robe, with soft black hair, delicate facial features, and a holy temperament, so beautiful that it seemed to come out of human imagination.

She was a woman, and just standing there contrasted with the darkness, dead silence, and filth around her.

Chriss-Manna! The name crossed Franca's and Jaanna's minds at the same time.

They really met the ghost of the high-sequence "witch" who was suspected of being Chrissmanna!

Calming down, Janna stared at the figure and tried to say in the ancient Hermetian language, "Hello."

It was so beautiful that it felt unreal, but the corners of the female figure that was unusually attractive to the eye curled up a little, revealing a very faint smile.

This made her charm completely burst out.

Whether it's Jaanna or Franca, they are lost in that smile at this moment, and there is only one thought left in their minds: get close to her, get close to her....

They feel like moths, knowing that beauty is very dangerous, but they still can't help but want to get closer, want to be closer.

One step, two steps, three steps...... The two "witches" looked at each other with fascination, and walked towards the female figure in a plain white robe with a look of amazement.

After walking a distance, Jane Na instinctively sighed and felt pity: "She laughs so beautifully, why did she sigh before?"

"What sad things have happened to her?

"Sigh ......"

Jane Na woke up in shock, feeling that the female figure in the white robe and Chrissmana who sighed and protected herself and others were not necessarily the same, at least not completely!

Her vision instantly became clear, and she saw that the supple black hair of the beautiful figure was all raised, each one becoming unusually thick, and the tip was cracked, like a snake opening its mouth.

The dark Shekou faced Jana and Franka, as if waiting for them to enter a touchable distance.

Frightened, Janena quickly grabbed Franka and shouted in a low voice, "There is a problem!"

Franka froze for a moment, struggled for a few seconds, and finally broke free from the addiction.

Seeing that they all stopped completely, the holy figure in the white robe stared blankly for a few seconds, then turned to a fork in the road and disappeared into the darkness.

Huh....... Franka let out a sigh of relief, and said in fear, "Why isn't there a rule in the rules for visiting the catacombs that you can't communicate with those who don't hold candles?"

"It may be that even if a normal human enters the fourth layer, he will be affected by the environment here, and he will not be able to suppress his fear, and he will leave soon, and he will not encounter these ghosts." Janna searched for a reason.

Franka glanced at her and said a little frustratedly, "You got rid of that female ghost's charm before I did."

Jane recounted the thoughts that had just flashed through her.

"But I also heard Chrissmanna's sighs and words in Trilney in the Quaternary... Franka raised her right hand and touched her face, "Am I really more likely to indulge in beauty?"

Speaking of this, she suddenly had some doubts: "Actually, I have always thought it was strange for the 'Chrissmana Night Pillar' to appear in the catacombs.

"The other two night pillars, one belongs to the former Pope Marian of the 'Church of the Night', and the other is named after the ancient Grim Reaper's favorite, Lius, the latter is the 'Archon of Death', which fits very well with the catacombs, and the former should be on the adjacent path of the 'Grim Reaper', that is, they are both closely related to death, and to the destination, and the dead, and Chrissmana is the 'Witch of Calamity', which is obviously different from them.

"I can understand that there is a giant pillar representing Chrissmanna in Trier in the Fourth Age, because there is a special mirror world there, and there is the 'Primordial Demon Goddess Power' left over from the 'War of the Four Emperors', why should it be used when the catacombs can be built

'Chrissmana Nightpillar' included? There was also an angel who followed the 'Blood Emperor' in the first place, why did he have to be?"

Janna shook her head slowly, refocusing her gaze on the place where the holy figure had vanished.

She tried to walk a distance that way, and Huo Ran found that behind the place where the white-robed woman was originally standing was an ancient burial chamber.

Unlike the other burial chambers on the fourth floor, the tomb door is open.

Leaving Rue Aquinas, where Solo's inn is located, Lumien found an alley where no one was around, and threw the "Lies" ear clip to Lugano.

"You look for someone who can fake your identity, don't use it as it is." Lumien pointed to the café diagonally across from him, "I'll be waiting for you there." ”

"Yes, boss." Lugano was not embarrassed at all.

Although he had not actually been to the city, he had several acquaintances who settled here.

Moreover, he is fluent in highland language.

After watching the translator and guide complete his disguise and return the "lie", Lumien led Ludwig into the café where every table was filled with a bouquet of flowers.

At this time, the sun is a little blazing on the earth, making everyone who comes and goes look lazy.

Lumian was not frightened at all, and with his few highland words and gestures with his hands, he managed to order two cups of Toller coffee with milk, a Santa egg yolk crisp with cream twisted into a tower, a roast pork and a duck stew in pear juice.

Ludwig was pleased with this.

Lumian drank his coffee, looked around, and found that the six or seven tables of guests in the café were all dating men and women, mainly about twenty years old, only a middle-aged couple.

With Lumien's hearing, it was not difficult to catch the content of the small talk at a few tables nearby, but he couldn't understand most of it, and could only extract a few words: "Ocean ........ pray...... Embarkation...... Island ......."

Talking about next month's prayer ceremony? Lumian looked out the window.

Two young men with long swords on their backs quarreled on the street for some reason, and drew their swords on the spot, as if they were going to have a duel.