Chapter 212: Performance

Seeing the two people in the light and shadow outside, the fake Eve was stunned for a moment, then pointed his right hand at Lu Mian and questioned loudly:

"Who are you? Why are you impersonating me?"

While accusing, he accelerated his progress, pulled his body out of the passage he had dug, and jumped to the ground.

Facing this situation, in the past, Lu Mian would have rushed up for close-quarters combat or pulled out his revolver to send the enemy a few bullets, never giving him a chance to speak. But this time, for some reason, he always had a desire to perform, wanting to see what the other party could do, and then seize the opportunity to express himself as much as possible.

Without an opponent, there is no sparring!

Franca was the same, eager to represent Lu Mian in responding to that fake, not launching an attack immediately.

Behind the fake Eve was Charlie, wearing waiter attire. He had just crawled a section in the rubble pile when he saw the human figures in the double light of the calcium carbide lamp and the lantern.

He was immediately frightened by the scene of two Charles confronting each other, momentarily feeling as if trapped in a dream, unable to distinguish who was real and who was fake, who wanted to harm him and who was trying to help him.

The only thing he could be sure of was that he had fallen into danger again!

The fake Eve looked at Lu Mian twice, then looked at Franca anxiously and angrily:

"Wake up, you've been deceived by the impersonator!

"When have I ever worn clothes like that?"

After reminding Charlie, Lu Mian only removed his makeup and didn't change his clothes, still in the strange mix-and-match style of a simple formal suit and canvas pants. By comparison, the fake Eve's image of a white shirt, black vest, brown pants, and unlaced leather boots was closer to his usual self.

Franca couldn't help but start acting:

"Is that so?

"Then tell me what my code name is."

The fake Eve asked back, both angry and amused:

"Miss 'Red Boots,' have you even forgotten your own nickname?"

Franca couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She then took two steps back, merging into the shadows at the edge of the calcium carbide lamp's light.

This underground ruled by darkness was too suitable for a "Witch" to fight!

Seeing this, the fake Eve felt an ominous premonition surge in his heart, understanding that his attempt to pass off the fake as real had likely failed, and he couldn't continue acting, so he changed his strategy.

He dropped the lantern, raised his head slightly, looked at Lu Mian, and his expression became extremely cold.

He curled his lips and chuckled:

"I don't know whether to sympathize with you or congratulate you for actually seeing through my disguise, but this is definitely not a good thing for you."

The fake Eve, holding a lantern, saw his momentum rise sharply, instantly turning into a terrifying volcano about to erupt.

Facing him, Lu Mian felt as if he were facing that strange, three-headed, six-armed giant in Cordu Village. Except for not suffering mental trauma and blows, his reactions were basically the same.

He trembled and lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the other party, but that desire to perform and his own stubbornness made him force himself to raise his head again, laboriously shifting his gaze bit by bit toward the fake Eve's face.

At the same time, the darkness outside the illumination seemed to be covered with a layer of green light, and vines and branches spread from somewhere, occupying the cave ceiling and rock walls.

Franca, who had sneaked into the shadows, was shaken by the fake Eve's momentum and could no longer maintain the effect of her ability, protruding less than two meters away from the fake Eve.

Charlie, who was still lying in the passage, was shivering, burying his face in the rubble and mud, his mind blank.

The fake Eve swept a contemptuous glance at Lu Mian and Franca:

"You dared to tail me without knowing anything?

"The only lucky thing for you is that you look quite good; I can't bear to kill you directly."

These words poured into Lu Mian and Franca's ears, filling their hearts with fear, making them only want to turn around and run.

This feeling made Lu Mian spontaneously generate a cognition:

A demigod!

That fake Eve was a demigod, possessing divinity!

Lu Mian gritted his teeth, summoned his courage, and reached his hand toward his pocket, hoping Mr. K's finger could successfully resist for a while and help him and Franca escape underground Trier smoothly.

So what if he's a demigod? I haven't not seen a demigod before; I won't be so afraid that I lose my reason, and I won't be so terrified that I give up struggling!

Just as Lu Mian's right palm was about to touch Mr. K's finger and Franca was about to lose control of herself, turn around, and run wildly, the cave ceiling made a *kacha* sound.

A piece of rubble the size of a fist, like those of its kind before, fell down, falling straight toward the fake Eve, who was examining Lu Mian and Franca's reactions with a haughty posture.

The fake Eve couldn't dodge in time, only avoiding his head, and was hit heavily on his left shoulder by the rubble, smashing the bone to crack and the flesh to sink.

He let out a short scream, almost being smashed to the ground.

Along with this change, that terrifying momentum and the feeling of possessing divinity dissipated instantly, leaving only the not-too-many green vines and brown-green branches to prove everything that had just happened.

Lu Mian shook off the state of being shaken, half driven by the desire to perform and half following the trend, using "Provoke."

He dropped the calcium carbide lamp, clutched his stomach, and laughed loudly:

"Fake, huh?

"Why is everything about you fake? That thing down there wouldn't be made of wood too, right?"

The fake Eve, who had just recovered from the pain, had his emotions explode, his gaze locking onto Lu Mian, his eyes stained with a touch of dark green.

In this state, he completely failed to notice that Franca had already scattered fluorescent powder and, accompanied by a whisper, disappeared from where she was.

The next second, Lu Mian felt a strong desire surge, a desire for the opposite sex and for pleasure.

If Franca hadn't "turned invisible," he definitely wouldn't have been able to control himself, but now, he wouldn't completely lose his reason; it was just that his actions became troublesome, both in body and mind.

Lu Mian, with a bit of desire to perform, laboriously pulled out the revolver from the holster under his arm, trying to aim at the fake Eve.

In his current state, seeing the other party's face that belonged to himself, he inexplicably felt it had charm.

*Bang! *

Lu Mian pulled the trigger, but failed to hit the fake Eve.

The fake Eve's eyes were full of hatred. While nimbly approaching the target, he raised his hand and patted his own face.

His appearance changed to a certain extent, but it wasn't particularly obvious, as if he couldn't do things like arbitrarily kneading his own image. He just made his facial features a bit softer, giving Lu Mian's handsome male face a bit of femininity.

Lu Mian panted and pulled the trigger again.

He felt his desire about to explode, wanting to hug that feminized fake Eve and do this and that.

This, accompanied by the intensity of his emotions, made him instinctively recall what "Psychological Counselor" Ms. Susie had said, and he hurriedly took deep breaths.

*Bang! *

Lu Mian calmed down slightly and fired another bullet.

The fake Eve didn't expect the other party's perseverance to be so strong, still not having completely lost his reason, and almost failed to dodge that bullet, which grazed his arm, bringing damage to his clothes and burns to his skin.

He couldn't help but groan in pain. At this time, Lu Mian, who had been guarding against similar abilities, stopped acting and seized the opportunity, backhanded the ritual silver dagger, and inserted it into his own ribcage without pulling it out.

The pain awakened his reason, and the desire receded by more than half.

The fake Eve also initially broke free from the "Provoke" effect in the pain and regained some clarity.

He understood that the current situation was not suitable for a protracted battle, so he immediately took out a gold coin and threw it toward the cavity blocked by the rubble pile.

Lu Mian was suddenly controlled by an irrepressible greed and, carrying the ritual silver dagger, pounced toward the gold coin, wanting to pick it up.

The fake Eve took this opportunity to sprint toward the depths of the underground, faster than a normal human.

Suddenly, his feet slipped, and he heard a *shhh* sound.

This road was covered in frost at some point!

The fake Eve forcibly pulled his waist and back, trying to stabilize his figure.

But at this moment, a tall figure wearing a black robe and hood appeared behind him.

Franca's right hand flicked out a sleeve sword, wrapped in black flames, and stabbed toward the fake Eve's back.

She used the "Assassin's" full-force strike, concentrating all her strength on that sleeve sword.

With a *pu* sound, although the fake Eve tried his best to dodge and relied on some kind of performance to make his skin and muscles hard, as if stone, he was still pierced by that sleeve sword.

His pupils dilated, and he forcibly twisted his body, letting his eyes, stained with a dark green luster, reflect Franca's figure.

Franca, who had succeeded in one strike, originally intended to take a step back, use the shadows to open up distance, and then detonate the black flames poured into the target's body, but her body suddenly went soft, and she bent her waist.

Her legs were vaguely clamped together, and a layer of water light floated in her lake-blue eyes.

She knew beforehand that the fake Eve she was tailing had a deep relationship with the pervert Hedesi and had made some preparations for the current situation. Without hesitation, she reached into her dark pocket, intending to take out the smelling salts she had bought some time ago.

*Bang bang bang! *

Lu Mian, who had already picked up the gold coin, fired three shots at the heavily injured fake Eve.

The fake Eve dodged in a panic, but was on the slippery ice layer, unable to even stabilize his basic balance, and finally fell to the ground with a *pa* sound, his abdomen pierced by one of the bullets.

Franca, who had gained a breathing space, smelled the smelling salts, was awakened by the stimulating smell, and suppressed her desire, gripping her left hand violently.

Black flames suddenly erupted inside the fake Eve's body, burning his soul, which made him let out a miserable scream.

Lu Mian aimed again and pulled the trigger.

The last bullet shot out, instantly drilling into the fake Eve's forehead.

With a *bang*, the fake Eve's head split open, and red and white matter sprayed out.

Seeing Franca bend her waist again, Lu Mian hurriedly ran over, bypassed the frost-covered area, and came to her side.

Franca raised her head *shua*, her eyes rippling like water, and she panted lightly.

She hugged Lu Mian violently, but was met by a small metal bottle with the cap opened, pressed against the front of her nose.

That indescribable, extremely stimulating smell made her sneeze several times, losing the vast majority of her desire.

"Fuck, this thing is much stronger than smelling salts!" Franca blurted out as soon as she regained clarity.

Lu Mian hurriedly smelled it himself and started sneezing.

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 213 =====