Chapter 467

Aggregation... Fate dictates... It wouldn't be Room 7, Voisin Sanson and his family, would it? As thoughts flashed through Lu Mian's mind, he didn't hesitate at all and directly activated the black mark on his right shoulder.

"Spirit World Traversal"!

His and Yu Jianna's figures disappeared, with the destination being the entrance of the Golden Rooster Hotel—he hadn't been to the Market Avenue of the world inside the painting and didn't know the "Spirit World" coordinates there.

The Spirit World of the world inside the painting was still composed of layered, rich color blocks and countless transparent, strange figures, only the seven clear and pure rays of light at the "very top" appeared quite blurry, as if separated by many pieces of frosted glass.

Relying on the guidance of his spirituality, Lu Mian locked onto the coordinates corresponding to the entrance of the Golden Rooster Hotel and traveled directly through.

His and Yu Jianna's figures quickly left the Spirit World here and arrived on the street.

However, what caught Lu Mian's eyes was the building at 3 White Coat Street, the position where he and Yu Jianna had just been standing.

They hadn't been able to leave this street and turn into the chaotic street; they had only come from the other side of the road to this side, crossing a distance of only seven or eight meters.

"Ring-in-the-Ring"... Have Yu Jianna and I already been trapped in the "Ring"? Lu Mian tilted his head and, unsurprisingly, saw the beautiful woman suspected to be from Room 7 of the "Hostel" standing four or five meters away, on the same side as the two of them.

"Voisin Sanson?" Lu Mian asked in a deep voice.

He temporarily gave up the idea of "teleportation"; the attempt just now had already proven that this couldn't help them leave White Coat Street.

While Lu Mian was speaking, Yu Jianna had already quietly taken out a mirror, preparing to use black magic to attack from behind.

She felt that Xia Er had to speak and ask questions at such a tense and critical moment instead of launching a chain of attacks because he wanted to distract the enemy and help her create an opportunity for a fatal blow.

—Although she had heard Lu Mian mention that Voisin Sanson was a Sequence 4 "Ring-in-the-Ring" of the Fate pathway, a Saint of the Gift, a true demigod, who already had qualitative changes in all aspects compared to low-to-mid sequence individuals, and that their entire small team combined was no match, she believed they still had to try and fight; they couldn't just give up resistance.

The woman in the white dress with the beautiful face heard Lu Mian's question and once again revealed that slightly wavering and detached smile:

"It seems you know quite a lot..."

Before "she" could finish speaking, Lu Mian had already stepped forward and "hummed" out a sound.

Two white lights flew out from his nostrils and landed on the woman suspected to be from Room 7.

Although the power of the "Hum-Ha Technique" had improved after he advanced to Sequence 6, he still didn't think this could truly be effective against a Saint, at most making him sway.

The reason Lu Mian chose to do this instead of putting on the "Torture" gloves to target the various negative effects of the "Contracted Person" was because, as a "Conspirator," he keenly discovered a detail:

He and Yu Jianna had already been trapped in the "Ring," but Voisin Sanson hadn't left Room 7 and was still staying inside the body of that beautiful woman.

This would obviously affect his performance.

Therefore, he either had a contract ability with the negative effect of arrogance, or he couldn't leave the "Hostel" room due to certain reasons.

Combining the previous guess that the situation of the world inside the painting and the "Hostel" was a ritual, Lu Mian was more inclined toward the latter possibility.

Since that's the case, if my "Hum-Ha Technique" can't affect you, can't it affect your room?

That was just a life model contaminated by the "Painter" pathway and painted with special patterns, equivalent to a mid-sequence monster!

Accompanied by the fall of the two white lights, the beautiful woman in the white dress suddenly fainted.

Almost at the same time, Lu Mian and Yu Jianna's vision blurred, and their heads felt slightly dizzy.

When they saw the scene in front of them clearly again, they had already returned to the exit of the building at 3 White Coat Street, looking at the beautiful woman in the white suspender dress diagonally opposite.

The woman's mouth curled up, but she didn't repeat the words she said during their last meeting.

"Ring-in-the-Ring"!

Lu Mian knew that he and Yu Jianna had truly been trapped in a cycle, and successfully attacking Room 7 was a trigger point for restarting the cycle.

Likewise, he also determined from this that Voisin Sanson and his family members couldn't come out of Room 7 until something was over and could only exert influence on the outside world through obstacles; otherwise, they should have "opened the door" and come out by now, dealing with him with all their might, striving to control the target sealed with an angel inside in the most effective way in the shortest time!

Even if Voisin Sanson had the negative effect of arrogance, his three children couldn't all be like that!

Lu Mian didn't hesitate and directly sank his consciousness into his right palm.

Several bright red scars immediately appeared on his palm.

An abnormally crazy, extremely violent, and high-and-mighty aura suddenly emerged, rushing straight into the sky, as if wanting to look down on this land.

Alista Tudor!

Lu Mian activated the brand of this "Blood Emperor."

This had no real effect in reality, only making the surrounding people and objects feel a bit afraid and tremble slightly, but the reaction of the world inside the painting exceeded Lu Mian's expectations:

Perhaps every painting expressed reality on some level of the world, but they were thin, flat, and low-level, unable to bring enough impact to humans and the Spirit Realm, only occasionally appearing a few special cases. For example, some works would make people mentally disordered or anxious and irritable if looked at for too long.

White Coat Street and even the entire world seemed to have encountered an earthquake, shaking non-stop with a clattering sound.

The vendors and pedestrians on the road, the tenants and animals on both sides, became blurry and distorted.

The beautiful woman who was Room 7 of the "Hostel" suddenly froze, instinctively trembling, wanting to hug herself tightly.

The invisible force covering half of White Coat Street was highlighted, as if it were transparent glass.

It suddenly shattered, having multiple cracks.

Seeing this situation, Lu Mian grabbed Yu Jianna's shoulder and once again activated the black mark on his right shoulder.

This time, they arrived at the entrance of the Golden Rooster Hotel through the local "Spirit World" in the blink of an eye, without returning to the "Ring."

The world inside the painting is between reality and illusion and is very sensitive to the aura of high-level beings, so it will be substantially affected? As thoughts flashed through Lu Mian's mind, he heard a rumbling sound coming from afar.

That direction is Market Avenue!

Lu Mian and Yu Jianna looked at each other, and a term appeared in both their minds:

Breeze Dance Hall!

"Did the black hole corresponding to the Breeze Dance Hall mutate?

"Is it the subsequent change brought about by the aura of the 'Blood Emperor' Alista Tudor, or has the ritual officially started, and the disaster is about to begin?" Lu Mian's thoughts raced as he ran toward Market Avenue.

Yu Jianna's reaction was no slower than his, and she made the same choice.

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Underground, in a cave that could not be perceived by the outside world.

The rock walls here had been modified, with two vertical and many horizontal lines, accompanied by many vertical gaps.

If someone familiar with the map of Trier entered here and looked down from top to bottom, they would find that this strictly corresponded to parts of Market Avenue; one rock wall was equal to one side of a street, and the vertical gaps represented alleys.

On each rock wall, there were realistic oil paintings; buildings of different styles, iron-black street lamps, pedestrians dressed as petty clerks, vendors selling various goods, and the scenes seen through each window were all lifelike, with natural colors.

This was nearly identical to some scenes of the corresponding streets.

At the rock wall representing the east side of Market Avenue, three people wearing white shirts with their vests left open were using mural tools, striving to paint a complex, bright red door at the position corresponding to the Breeze Dance Hall.

Their bodies were covered in paint, and their eyes revealed an indescribable detachment, as if what they were seeing was not a rock wall, but a distant, different world.

The bright red door on the rock wall only ever reached one-fifth completion before mysteriously disappearing; the three painters could only start over, trying repeatedly, but none of it had any effect.

Suddenly, this mine cave shook gently, and fine cracks, almost invisible to the naked eye, appeared on the surface of the rock walls painted with different scenes.

The female painter wearing a blue beret and the male painter wearing red pants looked up at the same time, looking at the Market Avenue depicted on the rock wall.

The next second, they pressed their hands onto the surface of the rock wall, and their figures disappeared.

And on that huge oil painting, two people suddenly appeared: one was a woman wearing a blue beret, and one was a man wearing red pants; they were both wearing white shirts with open beige vests.

Only one painter in his twenties, wearing black pants with tassels, remained at the scene; his brown hair was messy, and he had a circle of stubble around his mouth.

At this time, his flaxen eyes faded from much of the detachment and sense of distance, and he cautiously sized up his surroundings.

Seeing that the shaking of the mine cave was limited to this place and that the mutation of the world inside the painting hadn't spread out, this young painter breathed a sigh of relief and turned his gaze back to the blank position of the Breeze Dance Hall, as if thinking about whether to change his method or wait for the correct node to try again.

Just then, a skeleton hand suddenly reached out from the part where the rock wall connected to the ground.

It was yellow in color, withered in texture, and covered in iron-colored rust on the surface, appearing very ancient.

As soon as this skeleton hand appeared, it grabbed the young painter's ankle, wanting to drag him into the depths of the soil.

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Late at night, Memorial District, Spring Street 11.

Fu Lan Ka's dreams were bizarre, with all kinds of strange scenes pieced together into absurd stories.

Suddenly, she woke up and subconsciously cast her gaze to her side.

Although the crimson moonlight outside the window was blocked by curtains and the bedroom environment was exceptionally dark, it didn't prevent her from clearly seeing that the velvet bedding beside her was empty, with Gardner Martin gone.

Fu Lan Ka's pupils suddenly dilated, her heart filled with shock and suspicion.

She wasn't surprised that Gardner Martin was gone; she wouldn't be surprised by anything he did. What she didn't expect was that she hadn't noticed at all.

The Witch pathway has very strong spiritual sensing; it's impossible for someone sleeping beside them to get out of bed and leave without them noticing, yet Fu Lan Ka only woke up with a start when the temperature on the other side of the bedding truly dropped!

Fu Lan Ka quickly rolled out of bed, put on her clothes quickly, and opened the bedroom door.

The corridor was pitch black and exceptionally quiet.

(End of chapter)