It wasn't until three homeless men aimed their pistols at him that Lugano reacted.

As a fairly experienced bounty hunter, he didn't care to tell where the enemy was going to shoot, so he slammed his feet and lunged sideways.

In the thump of gunshots, he avoided two bullets, but the remaining one, because of the close distance and the covered route, was really unavoidable.

Lugano was lying in mid-air and did a strange thing.

He took the initiative to stretch his body, instead of shrinking up, to protect the vital point, and only protected his chest with the palm of his hand.

Bang!

The bullet hit him in the right rib, splattering bright blood.

As soon as Lugano fell to the ground on the side of the street, he immediately rolled forward, trying to avoid the follow-up shots.

As early as when he made a forward lunge, in the shadows on the side of the road, Lumian's body instantly grew, and directly punched one of the homeless men who had just pulled the trigger.

At the sound of a bang, the homeless man rolled his eyes and fainted.

Lumian quickly returned to the shadows, spam behind another homeless man, and punched him in the back of the ear before he could fire a second shot.

As the homeless man fell to the ground, Lugano dodged the second bullet fired by the remaining attacker.

At this time, the surrounding passers-by and the old women chatting on the side of the street ran separately, panicked to find cover, and the surrounding area was suddenly empty.

The shadow floated, and Lumian stepped out of the darkness from the side of the last assailant, stretched out his right palm, and pinched the opponent's neck.

Almost at the same time, the attacker's mouth opened naturally, and a slender black shadow erupted.

It was a finger-thick worm with bristles like tentacles floating on its body.

It went straight for Lumian's neck.

"Huh!"?

Two pale white flashes of light in Lumien's nose vanished, and the slender and strange black worm suddenly lost its strength, fell limply, and fell into his raised left palm.

Sure enough..... Lumian was not too surprised to withdraw his right hand that was pinching the homeless man's neck.

The whites of the homeless man's eyes returned to normal, and with his pistol in hand, he retreated blankly, leaned against the wall, and sat limply on the ground.

Ignoring him, Lumian quickly approached an unconscious homeless man through the shadows, and saw a small, bloodless wound in the back of his cervical spine.

Another slender, bristly black worm sprang out and tried to escape, but was grabbed by Lumian's flaming palm with red and white flames, and it only took a few struggles before emitting a ripe scent.

Immediately afterward, Lumian used a similar technique to deal with the strange black worm that came out of the body of another homeless man.

In the process, Lugano was half-crouching on the side of the street, his left palm flashing with a clear shimmer, and pressed against the gunshot wound on his right rib.

The hideous wound, which had a somewhat burnt smell, suddenly shrank, and no longer spilled a lot of blood.

Then, Lugano drew a dagger and "picked" a yellow bullet from the wound with precision and effectiveness.

After doing this, he let the glimmer of his left palm appear again, and pressed the wound.

The wound wriggled and fused rapidly, quickly becoming only one-fifth of its original size.

Lugano took the initiative to stretch his body just now, hoping that the bullet would hit a place convenient for him!

As he pulled out the bandage and was about to tie up the remaining wounds, Lumian walked up to him and spread out his empty right palm.

Lugano understood what his employer meant, and while returning the "lie" ear clip to the other party, he said rather happily: "Fortunately, I am a 'doctor', as long as I am not killed on the spot, the gunshot wound is not a big problem."

Lumian silently put on the silver-white "lie" ear clip, leaned down, pressed it on Lugano's wound, and transferred it to the back of his right hand.

Because of the location and structure, and because of Lugano's pre-treatment, the wound degenerated into a small abrasion that scraped against a rough wall.

"........" Lugano fell silent for a long time as he looked at the wound that didn't need to be bandaged.

Lumian then smiled and said, "Otherwise, why do you think I would let you carry a 'lie'?"

"......." Lugano opened his mouth, still not knowing what to say.

Lumian looked around and ordered directly: "Put away the guns of the three homeless men, wait for the police to come and tell them that you have been attacked."

"After recording the confession, if nothing else, take Ludwig to the door of the Church of Fertility, and let them help you administer justice and maintain order in Santa Harbor."

"Okay, okay." Lugano scrambled to his feet.

He had just taken two steps towards the stunned homeless man, when he suddenly came to his senses, half-turned his body, and blurted out, "What about you, where are you going?"

In a hurry, he forgot to use honorifics.

Lumian smiled and didn't respond.

I sent you to the Order of Abundance to tell them what I wanted to do, to inform them!

Lumien then walked to the Solo Hotel, where the ground behind him burst into flames of crimson flames, scorching Lugano's dripping blood.

On the way, Lumian suppressed his voice and said, "Themipolos, do you know this worm?"

Temmibolos did not respond.

Back in the suite on the fifth floor, Lumien saw Ludwig greet him with an eager face.

His heart moved, and he spread out his left palm, revealing three black insects that were alive and two burned, and asked casually, "Do you know what this is?"

Ludwig nodded obediently and said very quickly: "The Battings Black Worm, a creature from the planet Herweine 3, is rich in a variety of proteins and has a high energy level, they like to invade their bodies from the cervical vertebrae of humans, control their nervous system, and manipulate them to do things that are beneficial to themselves."

"These three Battings black worms stopped evolving many generations ago, and when they manipulate the nervous system, they will have more obvious traces such as stiff movements and white eyes."

"Batinsian black worms rarely kill the host directly, but after they finish laying eggs, the larval growth will absorb the host's energy, which indirectly leads to the death of the host."

"In ancient times, many of their ancestors received gifts, and although their descendants no longer have the ability to be gifted, they were inherited from the body structure changed to adapt to the power of the gift, and after a long evolution, such a special population with a small number of transcendent planes was born."

"You can think of it as a special spirit creature or a degenerate transcendent creature."

After talking a lot, Ludwig looked at Lumian wistfully and said, "I'm done."

"Can you give me something to eat?"

Do you really know that........ It's just like the real thing, Battings Black Worm, Hurwayne 3, what is this.......... Alien planet that Aurel said? Lumian was stunned for a moment.

He wasn't at all surprised that Ludwig wanted to eat the Battings Black Worm.

This guy can even gnaw on live mice!

And this bug is quite fragrant after it is burned.

Lumien stared at Ludwig for a few seconds, then handed over the three Battings Black Worms in his hand.

Ludwig did not hide his pleasure, and stuffed the two burnt ones directly into his mouth, biting out the wonderful sensation of juice exploding and splashing in his mouth.

His eyes were half-closed, and there seemed to be some kind of strange fluctuation in his body.

Lumian frowned and looked at him for no apparent reason, but did not stop him.

After using the "peep glasses" to find that there seemed to be something else under Ludwig's skin, combined with the other party's daily behavior and the attitude of the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" church, he guessed that the little boy was a monster in human skin, but he was sealed by the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" church, and used him to do something inconvenient for the clergy.

And the "reader" path mastered by the "God of Knowledge and Wisdom" church has a lot of mental-body applications, and it is easy to understand that after Ludwig was sealed, his mind was damaged and became stupid.

After twenty or thirty seconds, Ludwig opened his eyes, turned and ran to the table, picked up a small steel knife, put the remaining batins on the tablecloth, and skillfully cut it open, removing a lot of black fascia.

Then, Ludwig poured a glass of manzan and put the fascia into it along with the shell of the batins black worm, and added the black juice squeezed out of the worm's body.

Lumian saw that the pale golden liquor quickly took on a dark red, almost black color, and dense bubbles bubbled.

When the bubbles subsided, Ludwig took up the peculiar "cocktail".

Only then did he seem to remember Lumian's presence, and pursed his lips and said, "I, can I drink some?"

The mind body is indeed sealed... Lumian smiled and sighed, "Drink."

Grunting, Ludwig drank the small amount of dark red and near-black wine, and said to Lumian with a satisfied face: "The concocted Battings black worm body fluid can enhance the physique of those who drink it for the first time to a certain extent, so that all those who drink it have the ability to paralyze primates within two hours, well, it must be done through contact."

This, this is the Battings Black Worm made into something like a charm? And there are also permanent effects and short-term extraordinary abilities....... Lumien was surprised, and felt that Ludwig had changed a lot.

He had never shown the ability to make anything like that before!

Lumian didn't ask much, and said in a calm voice, "You wait and take Lugano to the door of the Order of Fertility, and watch him tell Noelia about his attack."

"Okay." Ludwig was in a pretty good mood and agreed very happily.

Ludwig and Lugano arrived at the port area when the Order of Fertility arrived.

Wearing a golden straw hat, Lumian walked to the square where the statue of the waves was erected, and set his eyes on the gray and black house with the sign of "Santa Port Fishermen's Guild".

The four or five-storey castle-like structure is said to be thousands of years old, but it was destroyed and rebuilt hundreds of years ago.

Lumian's gaze swept back and forth on the intricate symbols of "iron hooks" and "fishing nets" on the surface of the wall, and then pressed the straw hat on his head and walked towards the fishing guild.