Chapter 151: Five Ritual Magics

Lu Mi didn't rush to perform the ritual now. First, he had been busy all day, his own state wasn't that good, and he needed to rest or wait until six o'clock in the morning for his state to reset. Second, that ritual involved two hidden existences and the pollution that could make a village cycle. If any problem occurred during the process, let alone the "Golden Chicken Hotel," the entire Luan Street might not be able to be preserved, and it was unknown how many people would die.

Therefore, Lu Mi intended to enter the underground after dawn and find a quarry cavity located deep down as the place for the ritual.

As for the materials, he had brought all those he had used in Cordu Village.

The night on Luan Street was never quiet enough, but Lu Mi slept very well, almost without dreaming, sleeping until dawn, and heard the church bell ringing.

He got up slowly, washed up, and had plum pie, savarin, and cafe au lait with plenty of milk at a cafe on White Coat Street as his breakfast.

Food always makes people feel happy, and the "Golden Chicken Hotel" was no longer controlled by the Poison Thorn Gang, so Lu Mi's state was gradually adjusted to the best.

Thus, he returned to Room 207, intending to bring the corresponding materials and the calcium carbide lamp to the underground Trier.

Lu Mi had just finished his preparations and hadn't had time to go out when he heard a gentle knock on the door.

He opened the door with some confusion and found Anthony Reed standing outside in military green clothing and strapless leather boots.

This intelligence peddler in his forties touched his short yellow hair and said to Lu Mi:

"I had a harvest."

The priest, or Pualis and her subordinates? Lu Mi turned his body to let Anthony Reed walk into the room.

Anthony looked around, and Lu Mi's figure was reflected in his dark brown eyes.

Almost at the same time, Lu Mi had that familiar, slight uneasiness.

He controlled himself not to think wildly and asked:

"What harvest?"

Anthony Reed nodded gently:

"Someone encountered a person suspected to be Louis Londe on Market Avenue, which is the butler of Pualis you mentioned."

Right on Market Avenue? Lu Mi suddenly became excited.

Louis Londe, and Pualis, were actually so close to me?

"Are you sure?" He asked quite quickly.

Anthony Reed shook his head:

"Not sure. I just came to tell you, let you know that I haven't forgotten your matter, and I'll ask you for the balance when I'm sure it's really Louis Londe."

"My money can't wait to leave me." Lu Mi didn't hide his eagerness at all.

After sending Anthony Reed away, his belief in obtaining the "Monk" gift became even firmer.

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The calcium carbide lamp pushed away the surrounding darkness with a bit of blue light, presenting the street sandwiched between stone pillars to Lu Mi's eyes.

A cold wind blew from somewhere, and the stone walls above had faint traces of moisture.

Lu Mi walked through these tunnels corresponding to the streets on the surface and found the entrance leading deeper.

Relying on the Hunter's memory ability for the environment, he kept going down and finally arrived at a quarry cavity the size of two or three "Golden Chicken Hotels."

Some white mushrooms grew in the cracks of the stones here, sparse, not many in number.

According to Charlie, quite a few people on Luan Street and the surrounding area found similar cavities underground to grow mushrooms to supplement their household and increase ingredients. Many years ago, "Trier mushrooms" had become a synonym for this type of plant, but the mushrooms here looked naturally generated.

Lu Mi turned around the cavity twice and carefully checked it.

After confirming there was no problem, he found a stone half a meter high and placed the musk candle fused with his own blood on it, while the other one was placed closer to him.

After cleaning up the environment, Lu Mi lit the two grayish-white candles by rubbing his spirituality in the order of first up then down, first god then man.

Immediately after, he drew his ritual silver dagger, quickly performed sanctification, and created a "Wall of Spirituality."

Unlike the last time he prayed for the power of the "Dancer," Lu Mi's spirituality was still abundant after completing these things, and he easily entered the state of being relatively ethereal and able to perform rituals, without needing the help of incense.

He let out a slow breath, picked up the gray amber perfume on the "altar," and dripped it into the candle representing the god.

Amidst the sizzling sound, the elegant and sweet fragrance entered his nose, making him increasingly calm.

After the gray amber perfume came the tulip powder. After the strange fragrance permeated the "Wall of Spirituality," Lu Mi took two steps back, looked at the burning candle flame, and shouted in a low voice and ancient Hermes language:

"Power of Destiny!"

A whistling wind blew, and the orange candle flame representing the god was blown until it swayed, leaving only a tiny bit, as if it could go out at any time.

In the dim light, Lu Mi's left chest became scorching hot, and his head felt a certain dizziness.

He heard that familiar mysterious sound again, as if from the infinite distance and yet close by, but this was not clear yet, and hadn't made him swallowed by pain.

Lu Mi continued to chant the subsequent incantations in ancient Hermes:

"You are the past, the present, and the future;

"You are the cause, the result, and the process."

Inside the "Wall of Spirituality," the invisible wind was all dyed black, and a faint gray fog permeated the surroundings.

Those stones, those bottles, seemed to have turned into flexible objects, twisting one after another.

Silently, the candle flame representing the god expanded, the size of a fist, silver-white with black.

On the surface of Lu Mi's skin, above those stones, one particle after another emerged, wriggling, extending, ready to drill out at any time.

His ears were completely filled with that terrifying sound, no longer able to perceive other movements, and his head was so dizzy he was about to vomit.

His thoughts were sometimes scattered, sometimes chaotic, and he barely finished chanting the subsequent incantations.

As soon as Lu Mi finished speaking, the silver-white with black candle flame instantly condensed into a beam of light and fell onto his left chest.

Many silver-black illusory liquids flowed out from there, wrapping Lu Mi's body as if they had their own life and will.

Lu Mi had long been prepared, waiting for the needle-like pain all over his body in the irrepressible irritability, waiting for the clear whispers that sawed his head, and waiting for the burning sensation that erupted from his body.

He fell down, curled up his body, and entered the state of bitter endurance in a familiar way.

The only thing he could do was to maintain the "small boat" representing his own reason in the "sea waves" set off by this storm.

During this process, he wanted to let go of himself several times, letting the evil thoughts in his heart occupy the lead, merging with the pain, and no longer suffering such torture, but the elegant and sweet fragrance always lingered at his nose, making his violence and irritability rise and retreat time and time again.

Toward the end, Lu Mi even had the feeling that his body and brain no longer existed, only a bit of spirituality with reason floating and sinking.

The pain began to recede, the whispers gradually subsided, and he knew he had survived.

Lu Mi lay quietly on the cold ground, unwilling to move for a long time.

After dozens of seconds, he barely regained a bit of energy and hurriedly ended the ritual and cleaned up the altar to avoid any accidents.

After handling these things, Lu Mi sat on the stone that had served as the altar just now and seriously examined his own changes.

Soon, he muttered to himself silently:

"My ability to endure various extreme environments has become stronger...

"Haha, the benefit is that I don't need to buy winter clothes and summer clothes?"

Besides this, Lu Mi also discovered that he had another kind of intuition.

That was intuition about fortune!

The current him could roughly sense what kind of fortune others had recently, for example, good luck, bad luck, bloody disaster, peach blossom luck, etc., but couldn't see the specific situation.

That is to say, Lu Mi could discover that others were in a state of bad luck, but couldn't know how they would be unlucky or how long they would be unlucky.

"As expected of a monk who sacrifices to the power of destiny..." Lu Mi couldn't help but sigh, feeling that he could completely replace Ao Si Ta Te Lu Er to perform divination for others.

Although he didn't understand divination at all, in the situation of being able to see rough fortune, couldn't the corresponding words be fabricated by him?

In addition, Lu Mi's mind also had many sacrificial knowledge and five ritual magics.

The former made up for many of his deficiencies in the occult field, while the latter enhanced his occult means.

Those five ritual magics were "Art of Animal Creation," "Art of Prophecy," "Art of Turning Fortune," "Art of Substitution," and "Art of Ghost Driving."

"Art of Animal Creation" is to use ritual magic, utilize animal skins like sheepskin, cowhide, etc., to make the target in the altar become the corresponding animal. This can also be used on oneself. As long as you master the pre-set unlocking incantation, or wait until the ritual effect ends, you can change back to a human body. And when becoming an animal, you basically cannot speak, nor can you use the vast majority of supernatural abilities.

"Art of Prophecy" is completely different from what Lu Mi imagined. Its whole process is to collect materials like snake venom sacs, stones from eagle nests, etc., use ritual magic to manufacture a strange potion, then find a corpse that has died for less than seven days, has not been burned to ashes, and has not accepted purification, and pour the potion into its mouth. Thirty seconds later, this corpse will briefly resurrect and answer three questions about the future for the caster.

"Art of Turning Fortune" is to use ritual magic to manufacture some kind of item related to one's own bad luck, then send that item out, and with the help of someone else's behavior of opening, eating, stepping on, or wearing the item, transfer the bad luck to him, realizing one's own turning of fortune.

"Art of Substitution" is more complex. Lu Mi suspected that this was some kind of reflection of the "Fate Hunter" ability at a low sequence. Just like he wanted to escape the threat of Su Shanna Ma Disi, he must first find a homeless person, let him live in Room 207 in the name of Xia Er for a period of time, during which he must use all of Lu Mi's money and get the recognition of acquaintances like Charlie, establish enough occult connections, and then perform the ritual to complete the substitution.

After the ritual ends, what Su Shanna Ma Disi retaliates against afterward is that homeless person, not Lu Mi.

Of course, using "Art of Substitution" at the Sequence 8 level, Lu Mi wasn't sure if he could deceive Su Shanna Ma Disi, who was close to a demigod. He even suspected that that ritual magic would directly fail.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 152 =====