In a matter of ten seconds, the two Extraordinary Beings who were fighting sensed that someone was watching, instinctively distanced themselves from each other, and set their eyes on Lumian.

Lumien, who was leaning against the wall of the alley, laughed and said, "Fight, keep fighting, don't worry about me."

The young native, holding a heavy short knife and slightly spreading his left palm, stared at the black-haired and green-eyed Lumian, who was outstandingly looking and wearing a golden straw hat, his eyes full of vigilance.

Who's this?

What does he want to do?

The short-haired man with two alien scalpels was equally vigilant.

He glanced at Lumian, then at the young native, then suddenly lowered his body and lowered his arms.

Black smoke with a strong smell of sulfur instantly filled his surroundings, completely covering his figure.

Lumian had a smile on his face, and his right eyebrow was slightly raised.

Seeing this, the young native didn't care about Lumian's reaction, and pushed forward with his slightly open left hand, and the shadow hovering in his palm suddenly swelled, turning into a distorted "dark cloud".

The "dark cloud" melted into the area filled with the strong smell of sulfur, and in the blink of an eye, the black smoke was inhaled into the body, making the whole alley clear again, and allowing the red moon in the sky to re-illuminate the place.

But the man with short black hair, dark green eyes, and an expressionless face was gone.

Ran away? The young native was shocked, angry, and annoyed.

As he searched for clues, he subconsciously turned his head sideways to look at where Lumian had just stood.

In front of the walls there, there was no human figure.

When did he leave? How did I not notice it at all? The young native, armed with a heavy dagger, was unsure whether to continue chasing his target.

Bram, who had successfully escaped the alley with his spell-like abilities, put away the two alien scalpels and walked along the dark roads without lights, constantly changing direction in an attempt to shake off the imaginary stalker.

In the process, he also pried open the shoemaker's shop on the street, replaced a pair of leather shoes that didn't fit too well, and dealt with the traces of burglary.

After three large circles in a row, Bram returned to the alley where he had fought and entered a house in a nearby neighborhood.

It is a modest apartment made of dark stone and brown trees.

Bram opened his room, walked in, and closed the wooden door with his backhand.

It was only at this point that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, from the gray and white cloth bag hanging from his waist, he took out a clear glass bottle, which contained a nearly colorless dark red liquid, and in the liquid was a blood-colored, full-line lip, which was slightly open, and seemed to freeze with intense pain and horror.

Bram gazed at the glass bottle in his hand as if admiring a work of art.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze, walked to the side of the room, and opened the cupboard standing there.

There were seven or eight similar glass bottles in the cupboard, each with a lip, dull in color and different lines, slightly curled or pouted.

Bram placed his newfound loot in an empty space and drew a sinister symbol on it with sticky blood-colored paint.

When he finishes this, his fingers rub his lips through the glass bottles, as if he were tasting each excellent work at an art exhibition.

"What a pervert."

Suddenly, Bram's ears resounded with a mocking emotion.

He jerked to the side and looked at the place where the voice had come from, and found a young man with black hair and green eyes sitting on the chair next to the table, with the buttons of his white shirt unbuttoned at the top two.

He?

Bram's pupils dilated rapidly, and he recognized who the man who had suddenly appeared in his room was: the man who had just watched him fight with the member of the Spirit Order!

When did he come along?

How did he lock on to my whereabouts, and I didn't know it......

Lumian smiled and kindly answered the question in the other party's heart: "No one told you that the smell of the preservatives in that glass bottle is really obvious?"

"And you still smell a little blood when you kill."

Bram's heart tightened: "Are you a 'hunter'?"

As he spoke, he moved slowly and quietly.

"I know a lot." Lumian kept sitting in the same position he had just sitting, "Then why did you cut off your lips, soak them in preservatives, and carry them with you?" This is not a qualified 'serial killer', I see, you have the desire and need to collect loot, both to satisfy yourself and to be the material of a ritual? Hehe, desire hurts people, 'cold-blooded' is just calm and ruthless, but they will still make mistakes calmly, gambling that they will not be caught in details that they are not rigorous enough. ”

When he saw the perverted murderer create a black smoke with the smell of sulfur, Lumian roughly knew that he was the "serial killer" of Sequence 7 of the "criminal" path.

It was mentioned in the "Demon Science" of the New Silver City that after the "criminal" pathway to the sequence 8 "Cold-Blooded", also known as the "Broken Winged Angel", some inhuman traits will appear in the body, and two or three demonic realms will be obtained Spell-like abilities, which vary from person to person, different people have different gains, some are poisonous fire, some are "evil words hurt people", and "making black smoke" belongs to one of them.

Combined with the performance of the target in battle, Lumian basically determined that he only had Sequence 7 and was just a "serial killer".

Hearing Lumian's ridicule and ridicule, Bram's forehead jumped.

He kept his composure, moving a little and whispering, "Are you just looking for me to chat?"

"What exactly do you want from me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, black smoke with a strong smell of sulfur filled the area around the "serial killer".

Under the cover of the black smoke, Bram's eyes darkened, and he used his other demonic realm's spell-like ability.

His body changed color like a chameleon, almost in line with the smoke that spread.

Then, moving quickly, he reached the door without a sound, opened the door, and threw himself out.

Bram's eyes flickered, and he saw the black smoke that was still spreading, and he saw the green-eyed man sitting in the back chair and smiling at him.

He returned to his room.

There was only one difference from the state just now, he went from facing the door to facing away from the door.

"Imaginary Bottle"!

The first thing Lumien did after infiltrating the room was not to pose, but to construct a "fictional bottle" that the extraordinary could not pass through!

Unaffected by the sudden upsurge of frustration and chagrin, Bram threw himself out to the side in the black smoke that disturbed his vision, rolled to the side of the bed, and pulled out a six-barreled machine gun from the bottom.

He raised the machine gun, aimed it at Lumien, and pulled the trigger.

With a clatter, Lumian's figure disappeared into the reclining chair, where the furniture had been torn apart by a storm of metal bullets.

It's gone? Bram had barely crossed the thought when he instinctively raised his head to see the man in the golden straw hat falling from the ceiling to the top of his head surrounded by a mass of flaming crows that were almost red and white.

Whoosh, the fire ravens rushed ahead of Lumian and pounced on Bram one after another.

Bram had no time to escape the encirclement, so he threw away his six-barreled machine gun and tried to curl up and roll under the bed to avoid the explosion.

But the crimson and almost white fire crows dissipated on their own, and Lumian landed in front of him with his feet, and while putting on the gray-white lightning-like brooch, he smiled and said, "Didn't you just ask me what I wanted to do?"

What I wanted to do was simple: "I haven't vented in a long time, and I'm in dire need of a humanoid sandbag."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lumian threw a punch and smashed it into Bram, who shrunk his body.

Bram subconsciously raised his right arm and parried.

With a bang, a silvery-white flash of lightning rushed from Lumian's fist into Bram's arm, spreading throughout his body.

Bram shuddered, and even though his body had been dehumanized, he experienced a brief paralysis.

Another punch from Lumien came and slammed into Bram's side face.

Bang!

The head of this "serial killer" was skewed, and several teeth flew out, mixed with blood.

Silver-white lightning burst out again, wandering over Bram's head.

Bang bang, Lumian opened his bow left and right, and his fists were linked, making Bram seem to be caught in the wind and rain of a thunderstorm, not to mention counterattacking, and even the parry was made difficult to succeed by electric shocks.

Bang bang bang!

With a cold expression, Lumian punched Bram in the face, chest, arms, and top of his head, causing the extraordinaire of this "criminal" path to dent his chest, fracture his ribs, swell his face, fold his skull, and scorch his upper body.

After a hard beating, Lumian clenched his fists and raised his arms.

He slammed into Bram's left shoulder

Bang!

Bram's left shoulder collapsed completely.

He threw himself to the ground, no longer human, and his breath was unusually weak.

"Isn't that going to work? It's okay, I can ask my servant to treat you and then continue. Lumian smiled and stopped.

In Bram's eyes, this was the standard devil's laugh.

Without waiting for Bram to respond in fear, Lumian took off the "Wrath of the Sea" brooch, put it back in the "Traveler's Bag", and asked in a very gentle tone, "Tell me, which family are you?"

Bram's body has been initially dehumanized, his physique is strong, and Lumian did not attack his vital point or even deliberately avoided it, he is not close to a coma at this time, and he can still think to a certain extent.

Many thoughts flashed through him, and the image in his mind finally froze on Lumian's smile just now.

After a brief silence, Bram weakly replied, "I'm a member of the Andraillard family."