Chapter 283

Seeing that charred and broken wooden door slowly open backward, Lu Mian's scalp went numb instantly, and he felt like someone had poured ice water on him.

Can't it open the door?

Is my speculation wrong?

If it could open the door, why did it have to knock for so long and say so much?

Just do it directly! Is there something wrong with its brain?

Although he had become a "Pyromaniac" and experienced some big scenes, facing this situation now, Lu Mian's heart still couldn't help but beat faster, just like a steam train running on tracks and sleepers.

If it weren't for the worry that Gardner Martin or other "Iron and Blood Cross Order" members were hiding around, observing at close range, he would have wanted to set up an altar on the spot, summon Lady Magician's messenger, or pray directly to Mr. Fool.

Subconsciously, Lu Mian wanted to condense fire crows, create a "cloak," and wait in full battle array, but Termiboros's reminder just now flashed through his mind again:

"Do not respond."

This and not opening the door are two different things!

Lu Mian himself felt that the act of the monster outside knocking on the door first, then threatening, and finally opening the door itself had a problem in the occult sense, so he forcibly suppressed himself, still maintaining a silent state, looking at the doorway like a statue.

That crumbling charred wooden door continued to open backward, and the dark crack gradually expanded from the thickness of a finger to allow one person to enter and exit.

But there was nothing outside the door. The deep darkness far from the window position was pitch black, and the crimson moonlight penetrating from the broken glass position of the Market Avenue barely presented the outline of broken walls.

Where is the knocker? Lu Mian's first reaction was to open his spiritual vision to see if there were monsters hidden that the naked eye couldn't find, but he finally controlled himself, fearing that this would count as a response.

The swaying wooden door stopped and didn't move, and neither did a figure walk out of the deep darkness outside, nor did anything squirm. It was extremely quiet.

Lu Mian sat in the same posture, looking there, feeling that this matter was truly bizarre. Even if he wanted to set a fire to burn the enemy, he couldn't find a target.

Silence became the main theme of the current situation, and time seemed to have stopped because of this.

Suddenly, a drop of water fell from the ceiling position and hit in front of Lu Mian.

Lu Mian's eyelids jumped, and borrowing the crimson moonlight outside the window, he saw that the liquid was bright red, shaped like blood.

Drip, drip, one drop after another of fresh blood fell, gradually staining a large area red.

Just seeing such a scene made Lu Mian's heart full of unease.

Drip!

Another drop of liquid left the ceiling and hit the right side of Lu Mian's face, cold, viscous, and silky.

This didn't look like the blood of a living person, but it wasn't stained with dark color.

The rich smell of blood pierced Lu Mian's nose, making him subconsciously want to roll to the side, flip over and stand up, and pounce out of the window.

"Do not respond." That sentence from Termiboros flashed in his mind again.

Lu Mian adjusted his breathing slightly, letting those viscous liquids with a rich smell of blood hit his face and top of his head.

Gradually, he felt his body become a bit heavier, and he hurriedly examined his hands exposed outside his clothes.

There were also cold viscous blood dripping there. They expanded silently, connecting into a piece, just like putting on blood-colored gloves for Lu Mian.

Lu Mian associated this with other parts of his body, suspecting that he had been wrapped in a layer of blood mucosa, so he felt heavy and weighed down.

He wanted to insert his palm, which seemed to have a slow condition, into his pocket like a conditioned reflex, take out Mr. K's finger, and let the "Aurora Order" messenger, who was best at blood-type spells, confront this strange blood mucosa.

"Do not respond." This time, it wasn't Lu Mian who remembered Termiboros's reminder again, but this Fate angel issued a magnificent and powerful voice again.

Lu Mian controlled himself again, letting his body become heavier bit by bit, and his breathing became difficult.

Not long after, he felt those strange bloods penetrating his skin, wanting to drill into his body.

They seemed to have their own vitality, slowly but firmly immersing into Lu Mian's body, bit by bit "drowning" him from outside to inside.

Lu Mian felt that his brain was also infringed accordingly, his thoughts blurred a lot, and various thoughts inevitably appeared with violent tendencies.

He wanted to kill, he wanted to burn this area, he wanted to ignite Trier, he wanted to destroy this world!

Fuck! Termiboros wouldn't be trying to deceive me at this opportunity, wanting to use the strange power here to control me and achieve the goal of getting rid of the seal, right? Lu Mian couldn't help but doubt the effectiveness of Termiboros's sentence "Do not respond" and the true purpose of that Fate-field angel.

He intended not to suppress himself anymore, hurriedly make resistance, and find an opportunity to escape this burned building.

But he had been suspecting that the "abnormality" had to knock on the door, had to speak, and had to obtain permission at the beginning, which had occult significance.

If he hadn't held such suspicion, how could he have completely trusted Termiboros, this Fate angel who was an enemy rather than a friend, and endured until now?

As thoughts raced, Lu Mian maintained calmness, preparing to wait a bit longer to see what changes would occur.

His head became heavier and heavier, his thoughts became more and more chaotic, the sound of tooth-aching cutting rang in his ears, and his body felt pain as if coming from afar.

It was as if someone had let him enter a state of semi-coma, taking the opportunity to cut off his hands and feet and divide his body.

Suddenly, Lu Mian's intention was pulled out.

He seemed to be a spirit that had left his body, seeing himself sitting by the window, covered in blood, his eyes abnormally hollow.

And in front of him squatted a scorched human figure, holding a bloody axe, constantly hacking his thighs, splitting the white bones into two halves.

Uh... Lu Mian gradually noticed something wrong.

He looked down subconsciously and saw that his body was still fine!

He was still sitting by the broken window, but what he saw was no longer that swaying charred wooden door, but the "reflection" of the surrounding area and himself being dismembered by the scorched human figure.

Compared to the legs that had been hacked off and the white bones that were separated, Lu Mian's most profound impression was his own hollow and godless eyes.

After a brief trance, that terrifying and bloody picture disappeared, and the open broken wooden door entered Lu Mian's eyes once again.

He truly knew that it wasn't a hallucination just now, because he now felt that he had broken away from the coverage of the water film, and all the pores on his body had become comfortable.

If I hadn't held back and made a response, what would have happened? Would the terrifying pictures I saw descend into reality? Is a response an occult connection, letting those near-hallucination terrible encounters really happen? Lu Mian exhaled slowly with lingering fear.

He raised his hand to press his left chest, pressed his voice, and laughed in a low voice:

"Termiboros, quite powerful."

As expected of an angel, even if sealed, he easily saw through the essence of the current abnormality.

Termiboros's voice rang out, layered:

"The abnormality here belongs to the mild category."

"This is still called mild?" Lu Mian couldn't agree. "If it weren't for your reminder not to respond, and me being firm enough, something would have happened just now. Gardner Martin, that sow-raised, really wants to kill me!"

Termiboros's voice made a magnificent response:

"Won't die.

"The abnormality just now would only transform you, making you appear biased in your personality traits, thinking patterns, and self-cognition, becoming fanatical about certain things, thereby rejecting some ideas."

Lu Mian pondered this sentence, a bit unable to understand.

At this time, Termiboros added:

"It's equivalent to you being conquered, conquered from body to soul."

Lu Mian suddenly realized, pressed his voice and said:

"Gardner Martin asked me to stay here for a night, wanting to use the abnormality here to control me and eliminate possible hidden dangers?"

No wonder he came to the Breeze Ballroom late at night and didn't give me more time to think!

"Do you only realize your shallowness until now?" Termiboros used such words to confirm Lu Mian's speculation.

Lu Mian cursed in a low voice and said as if talking to himself:

"Even if successful, I am controlled by the abnormality here, not by Gardner Martin. Isn't he afraid of problems?

"The abnormality here is related to the 'Iron and Blood Cross Order', so he doesn't worry?"

Thinking of this, Lu Mian frowned and asked Termiboros:

"Since I wasn't affected by the abnormality and didn't suffer transformation, will I be found wrong by Gardner Martin when I go out tomorrow morning?"

Termiboros said with a magnificent voice:

"If this degree of pollution could be seen through so easily, Gardner Martin and his friends would have been cleared by official Beyonders long ago.

"Unless the source of pollution provides information directly, they can't see that you haven't suffered pollution."

Hmm... While Lu Mian was pondering, he suddenly found that these two sentences of Termiboros hid a fact:

Gardner Martin and the "Iron and Blood Cross Order" members around him had long suffered similar pollution!

They were all controlled by someone!

Hiss... The more Lu Mian thought, the more he felt this matter was a bit terrifying.

After a few seconds, he asked Termiboros again, based on the mentality of trying to wool as much as possible when he could:

"After seeing Gardner Martin, where should I show fanaticism and which ideas should I reject?"

"Fanatical about war and turmoil, reject faith in other gods." Termiboros actually gave an answer.

Lu Mian nodded and thought of another question:

"Based on the intensity shown by the abnormality just now, people who have been here and stayed for a period of time should all have been polluted, right?"

"Only two special pathways will inevitably trigger the abnormality here. Others must be at a specific time and do specific things to encounter it. The official only recognized the latter situation and only secretly prevented others from entering this building at a specific time." Termiboros answered with an unchanging voice.

"Special two pathways... 'Hunter' and 'Witch'?" Lu Mian could roughly guess.

Termiboros didn't deny it.

Lu Mian went through the whole matter in his mind again, and finally smiled:

"Termiboros, it seems you have truly recognized your situation and put yourself in the right position."

This time, Termiboros no longer had an echo and fell into silence completely.

In the next few hours, Lu Mian encountered two more abnormalities, once his neck broke, and once his body exploded internally, and his internal organs were thrown everywhere.

Relying on the sentence "Do not respond," he forcibly held on, his thoughts returned to his real body, and he was not harmed.

Finally, a touch of reddish gold appeared on the horizon, and the sun gradually rose.

Lu Mian stood up slowly, bathed in the morning light for a few seconds, and walked out of 13 Market Avenue step by step.

Then, he saw Gardner Martin sitting in the carriage opposite, and their gazes met.

The next second, Gardner Martin revealed a smile.

Lu Mian also revealed a smile.

(End of chapter)