Chapter 190: Confidence

"Damn!"

Fu Lan Ka first subconsciously blurted out the modal particle she was most used to, then raised her right hand, crossed her index finger, and wiped toward her nose.

With this wipe, a large area of bright red immediately appeared. Just seeing it made one's heart feel both shocked and fearful.

Fu Lan Ka then hummed.

Black flames ignited on her nasal cavity, the surface of her fingers, and the ground, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Seeing Lu Mi looking at her, Fu Lan Ka, whose face was a bit distorted due to the pain, supported herself and taught him:

"You can't let your own blood stay in such an unknown place, otherwise there might be terrifying things beyond imagination.

"Hey, why are you okay?"

In Fu Lan Ka's view, whether it was her sequence or experience, she was stronger than Xia Er. There was no reason for her to be affected while he was perfectly fine!

"Maybe it's just temporarily okay." Lu Mi brushed it off simply, then pushed thoughtfully, "Maybe because the black shadow we encountered just now was the former you, not the former me."

"So, why was it the former me, not the former you?" Fu Lan Ka suspiciously sized up Lu Mi.

This guy wouldn't be hiding any secrets, would he?

Lu Mi thought for a moment and responded:

"Maybe this space is more closely related to the 'Witch'."

"Possible..." Fu Lan Ka fell into deep thought.

After a few seconds, she pointed to the footprints and blood drops on the ground and said:

"Let's follow them and see. The current situation of those people can indicate our future, allowing us to be prepared in advance."

Lu Mi gave the answer with action. He walked toward the depths of the darkness that swallowed the footprints and blood drops.

The yellow-blue light of the calcium carbide lamp quietly resisted the erosion of the thick deep darkness around him.

The more they tracked, the more obvious the abnormalities on their bodies became. Lu Mi's nose also began to have warm, fresh blood dripping, while Fu Lan Ka had bright red liquid seeping out from the corners of her eyes, gums, skin, ears, and other places.

Relying on the black flames she created, the two didn't leave a single drop of blood.

Finally, they 'returned' to the side of that secondary shaft, and the footprints of the smuggling caravan and the gradually dense blood drops broke off here abruptly.

Whether it was the tunnel leading to the auxiliary shaft or the paths turning toward other areas, there were no traces left behind.

"They evaporated again?" Fu Lan Ka, with several black flames floating on her face, frowned.

Lu Mi, whose nasal cavity was always sealed by black flames, took a breath and said with a smile:

"This might be our ending. Once the blood flows to a certain extent, the body will also gradually evaporate."

"Good mentality, huh?" Fu Lan Ka glanced at Lu Mi, who was not impatient, anxious, or angry, and praised him.

Lu Mi laughed:

"What else can I do if it's not good?

"Too negative emotions will only affect my thinking."

"Sometimes, I feel you are more mature than me." Fu Lan Ka sighed.

"You just found out?" Lu Mi certainly wouldn't say that he was so calm, on one hand, he was indeed thinking about the problem seriously, and on the other hand, he had confidence.

Compared to the Ke Er Du village that fell into a cycle, there hadn't been any too terrifying power here yet!

Moreover, he didn't need to use his brain too much to think of several ways to get out of this space:

First, take the risk of using the 'Peeping Secret Glasses,' examine this place from different angles, and find the exit;

Second, throw out Mr. K's finger to see if he can establish a connection with the Mr. K outside and open a channel;

Third, try to summon Lady 'Hela' or Lady 'Magician's' messenger. If successful, it means this place is not cut off from the Spirit Realm, and those two ladies should have ways to forcibly pull him and Fu Lan Ka out;

Fourth, if the above three methods don't work, set up an altar and pray to the 'Mysterious Master Above the Gray Fog.' That great existence certainly wouldn't be restricted by this kind of weird space. Even the fate cycle brought by an evil god couldn't isolate His gaze, let alone here?

Fifth, if that great existence doesn't respond, he can also set up a ritual to pray for a 'Gift,' stimulating the black thorn symbol on his chest, letting the sealed evil god pollution bring an improvement in status, thereby interfering with the operation of this space and making it appear loopholes.

When you have so many ways you haven't tried yet, when you believe that escaping this space is a high-probability thing, you can also be as calm and mature as me... Lu Mi muttered inwardly while a little doubt arose.

He felt he had forgotten something, but couldn't remember it for a while.

Fu Lan Ka took out the pale gold makeup box and placed it on the ground.

Her body rapidly faded, and soon she vanished without a trace.

And the water in the palm-sized mirror inside the makeup box rippled, highlighting Fu Lan Ka's figure.

"So magical..." Lu Mi sighed naturally when seeing this scene.

Fu Lan Ka looked left and right in the mirror, looked into the distance for a few seconds, and disappeared there again.

Her body was re-outlined opposite Lu Mi, and she shook her head:

"Can't get out relying on the mirror..."

Before Lu Mi could respond, this 'Witch' tried several more methods, but all failed without exception.

Finally, she touched the mirror in the makeup box and asked her spirituality.

—In this kind of place, she still didn't dare to do 'Magic Mirror Divination,' afraid of connecting to something dangerous and terrifying.

"Method to escape here... Method to escape here..." After Fu Lan Ka repeated the divination sentence in Hermes several times, the mirror surface became gloomy, as if sinking into a lake at night.

Rippling water light shook, reflecting a figure.

It was Lu Mi, wearing a wide-brimmed round hat, a white shirt, a brown jacket, and dark trousers, with black flames quietly burning on his nose.

"Uh..." Fu Lan Ka turned around suddenly and looked at the companion right beside her.

She frowned slightly and said:

"Rely on that pair of glasses of yours to find the exit?

"Wouldn't it be too dangerous?"

Congratulations on finally discovering the easiest one among my five methods... Lu Mi deliberated and said:

"This is no longer the real underground of Trier, and it doesn't seem to be directly connected to the ruins of the Fourth Era. As long as you do enough protection, even if there is a certain danger, it should be bearable."

"Protection..." Fu Lan Ka repeated this word and smiled, "I am very good at this!"

Her right hand wiped, and the black flames on Lu Mi's nose extinguished instantly.

After a few seconds, a drop of bright red liquid slid down and was caught by Fu Lan Ka's fair palm.

Then, Fu Lan Ka created new black flames and sealed Lu Mi's nostrils again.

The pain brought by the slight burning belonged to the category that Lu Mi, a 'Monk,' could bear. He asked quite vigilantly:

"What are you doing with my blood, a curse?"

Fu Lan Ka laughed:

"Why would I be so troublesome to kill you?

"I'm making a mirror substitute for you to help you block the danger brought by using those glasses."

As she spoke, she took out another mirror less than the size of a palm and applied Lu Mi's blood to the surface.

Carrying so many mirrors? Is one of the cores of 'Witch' spells mirrors? Lu Mi realized and looked at Fu Lan Ka busy with some envy.

At this time, Fu Lan Ka turned her head and said to him:

"Give me two more hairs."

Lu Mi didn't hesitate, pulled out two, and handed them over.

A black flame appeared in Fu Lan Ka's hand, burning those two golden-black hairs into ashes.

She sprinkled these ashes on the mirror, then rubbed the surface back and forth with her hand covered in black flames, while chanting incantations that were difficult to hear.

When those black flames suddenly shrank into the mirror, the blood traces and hair ashes all disappeared.

"Don't leave me more than thirty meters." Fu Lan Ka held that seemingly normal mirror and exhorted.

Lu Mi nodded, took out the 'Peeping Secret Glasses' from his pocket.

He then placed the tea-colored gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, but his right hand didn't leave, still pinching the mirror leg, ready to take them off at any time.

Almost simultaneously, Lu Mi saw a large number of images:

There were faces hidden in the darkness, pale and vicious, full of blood;

There was a mass of dark hair floating in the shadow, which seemed to be composed of hundreds or thousands of people's hair, extending to different places;

There were figures lingering, there were rock walls shimmering with water, there was thick pitch black that was hard to see through;

There was a pool of water like a pond, and under the lightless surface hid a huge, bloated, pale face, which was looking out from the inside;

There was a cave shimmering with light...

Light... Cave... Lu Mi instantly had some intuition, forcing his brain, which already had obvious dizziness, to focus his attention on the scene at the very edge.

The cave filled with light quickly enlarged, and he could vaguely see that the outside was an illuminated tunnel.

And as the cave drew closer, Lu Mi discovered that it was just a scene reflected by a mirror, the surface was hard and difficult to touch.

And that mirror was sinking at the bottom of the lightless pool.

Suddenly, that huge, bloated, pale face rapidly enlarged before Lu Mi's eyes, occupying his entire field of vision.

Lu Mi's eyes went black, and he almost lost consciousness.

Vaguely, he 'saw' the flesh and blood on his body trying to break away from the skeleton

*Snap! *

Lu Mian heard a crisp shattering sound, and his mind cleared instantly.

He hurriedly took off the "Spectator's Glasses" and began to retch.

Once he had adjusted his state, Fu Lanka asked with concern:

"Are you alright?"

The mirror in her hand had shattered into countless fragments at some point, scattering on the ground.

Lu Mian exhaled and said:

"I'm fine for now."

He then pointed in a direction:

"More than a hundred meters ahead along that tunnel, there is a large puddle. At the bottom of the puddle lies a mirror, and the mirror reflects a cave, and that cave connects to a path with light.

"There is also a very dangerous monster hiding in the puddle. I almost died just from seeing its face clearly."

Fu Lanka listened quietly, then muttered to herself in confusion and annoyance:

"Damn it, this place couldn't really be related to the 'Witch,' could it?"

(End of Chapter)