Chapter 526

The illusory eye on the "Devil Wizard's" forehead was very similar to the "Seeker's Eye" of the "Wizard" pathway, but this thing didn't appear as a change to his actual eyes; it formed a vertical eye directly—something Lu Mian had never heard of or seen before.

Of course, a "Seeker" might have similar deformities at a high sequence, but Burman was clearly not at the Saint level; otherwise, it would have been Lu Mian fleeing just now, not him. No, in that situation, Lu Mian might not have even been able to escape if he wanted to, and could only hope that the residual aura of the "Blood Emperor" would briefly distract the opponent so he could seize the chance to "teleport" away.

—Combining the official wanted posters, the information provided by "007," and the intelligence he gathered himself from Philip and the others, Lu Mian had long ago judged that Burman, this "Devil Wizard," couldn't possibly be a Sequence 4. He wasn't bold enough to hunt a demigod.

From the appearance of that illusory vertical eye and Burman's diverse and relatively comprehensive abilities, Lu Mian felt he really did fit the characteristics of a "Wizard," but no "Wizard's" "Seeker's Eye" was like that—not only growing on the forehead and becoming a vertical eye, stained with pale patterns and a near-black base, but also possessing the ability to intimidate others' spirits beyond just seeing the "truth"!

At that moment just now, Lu Mian had the feeling that he had been stripped of everything external, leaving only his spirit to confront Burman's spirit. Once he yielded or failed, he would have fallen into a coma or been enslaved by the opponent.

Fortunately, the "truth" on him was not something a low-to-mid sequence Beyonder could look at, and Burman was no exception. Before Lu Mian triggered the residual aura of the "Blood Emperor," this "Devil Wizard" had already suffered a backlash and nearly lost his ability to fight.

Furthermore, Burman's driving of undead creatures and the protection he received after falling unconscious were not things a "Wizard" could accomplish. Even if they could rely on spells they learned or invented to achieve similar effects, they couldn't do it to that extent, nor would it be so effortless.

"Which evil god's pathway is this? Or, did Burman, as a 'Wizard,' encounter some kind of corruption and gain some abnormal traits? Is that where those inhuman details on him came from? That makes sense; he conducted so many resurrection experiments, he wouldn't lack the kind of offerings to an evil god..."

"That illusory vertical eye is indeed very strong and very bizarre; I couldn't even resist it head-on. If it weren't for the seal from Mr. 'Fool,' Termiboros, and the residual aura of the 'Blood Emperor'—things of such high status—I might have really died at Burman's hands today..." Lu Mian's thoughts raced, and he quickly formed a certain hypothesis.

He took this opportunity to recover from the shock caused by the explosion just now, took the golden straw hat from the "Traveler's Bag," put it on, and his figure flashed and vanished.

Lu Mian "teleported" directly to the entrance of Fidel Grah's luxurious house at 16 Correas Street.

The "Devil Wizard" Burman might have gotten away, but this wealthy merchant couldn't!

If Burman had been in a relatively good state when he fled, Lu Mian would have worried that he might have been professional enough to return here to take his employer away. But since the opponent had been carried off by some undead creatures while unconscious, he certainly wouldn't return to 16 Correas Street. Even if he woke up, he wouldn't—the longer time passed, the more likely Fidel Grah's house would become a trap for him, the "Devil Wizard."

Therefore, Lu Mian had only just had the leisure to think about Burman's sequence and his inhuman problems.

This was also something he was deliberately waiting for:

In case the "Devil Wizard" Burman could wake up quickly and return here to take his employer and flee, Lu Mian arriving a minute or two late would be just right to block both him and Fidel.

Standing at the entrance of 16 Correas Street, Lu Mian's brows furrowed slightly.

As a "Hunter," he smelled a faint scent of blood coming from inside the house—a lingering, inescapable scent of blood.

After a moment of thought, Lu Mian gently pushed open the deep blue double doors.

They were actually unlocked.

At the entrance was a splash of blood that hadn't yet fully congealed, as if someone had fled here in a panic, just unlocked the deadbolt on the door, and was caught by a pursuer and torn to pieces.

The only problem was that there were no body parts left behind.

"I love my home very much, but in a family where several generations live together, there are always all kinds of problems and contradictions. My grandmother is a very wise woman and manages the family very well, but for young people, it is still too oppressive. There are too many elders who will teach you their life experiences."

"Is Fidel so decisive that he cleared out the witnesses and moved to a safe location before Burman came to kill me?

"In this way, if Burman's operation succeeds, and he figures out why I had such suspicions and whether there were other witnesses, he could use the excuse of encountering a late-night attack by pirates like the 'Black Baron,' nearly losing his life, and barely escaping to return here. If not, he could just disappear from now on and change his identity to start a new career..." With doubts, Lu Mian jumped over the area where the blood was splashed, intending to search the house to see if he could gain anything and figure out the specific relationship between Fidel Grah and the "Devil Wizard" Burman.

He pushed the door shut behind him and walked toward the staircase where the stronger scent of blood was coming from.

Perhaps sensing his approach, heavy footsteps suddenly sounded from there.

Amidst the thumping sounds, someone came up from the basement and appeared in Lu Mian's line of sight.

It was not a person, or rather, it could no longer be called a person.

It was three or four meters tall, its body composed of body parts from different humans. It had both the curves of a woman and the traits of a man, sewn together with linen thread, with blood-stained mucus constantly dripping from the joints.

This "person's" head was relatively intact and had only one source: Fidel Grah, a mixed-blood of Intis and Feynapotter.

The proportion of this wealthy merchant's head to his body was clearly uncoordinated, as if a child's head had been placed on the neck of a half-giant. His dark brown eyes were quite hollow, retaining a trace of terror and confusion.

Corresponding to these giant waves was not a night-like scene, nor was there a downpour of rain. Except for the howling gale and the mist at high altitudes being blown away, it actually revealed a clear blue sky.

On the giant, bone-white "bone sword," a layer of pale flames ignited.

Lu Mian's eyes narrowed slightly, his body suddenly vanished, and he instantly appeared behind the giant stitched corpse.

"Ha!"

He opened his mouth and spat out a pale yellow light.

The light landed on "Fidel's" head, failing to cause any dizziness or other manifestations, let alone making it fall unconscious.

This created undead creature seemed to be immune to the "Hum-Ha Technique"!

Almost simultaneously, the fast-running stitched giant corpse forcibly turned its body, making a muffled sound in its throat. It sounded like it was speaking a language Lu Mian didn't understand, and also like it was spitting out a word with magical effects.

A tremor rose from the depths of Lu Mian's soul, as if he had been intimidated by evil and death.

His whole body froze there for a moment.

The stitched giant corpse turned its body completely, took a big step forward, raised the giant "bone sword" burning with pale flames in its hand, and slashed at Lu Mian's head.

Lu Mian was someone who had encountered similar states many times, and the reasons mostly came from high-status things, while the current situation was clearly not as severe as the consequences brought by the "Devil Wizard's" illusory vertical eye gaze.

Lu Mian "woke up" in time and triggered the black mark on his right shoulder.

Amidst the whistling wind, the giant "bone sword" burning with pale flames slashed into the afterimage he had left behind.

This time, Lu Mian appeared directly against the back of the stitched giant corpse and stabbed the "Dirge of Hate" he had taken from the "Traveler's Bag" into the opponent's heart.

With a *pfft* sound, the blackened bone flute, which was neither sturdy nor sharp, pierced into the flesh of the stitched giant corpse.

The linen threads there immediately snapped, and large patches of flesh peeled off and fell away, revealing a dark red heart spewing pale flames.

Lu Mian stretched out his left hand with force and pressed it onto this nearly fatal wound, pressing a crimson-white fireball into it while compressing it layer by layer.

Using the force of this press, Lu Mian flew backward violently, avoiding the giant "bone sword" that came whistling down.

Boom!

While in mid-air, he saw a crimson-white fire erupt from within the stitched giant corpse that had just turned its head, tearing apart the heart that seemed to still be beating.

Boom!

The stitched giant corpse fell apart, and flesh and blood belonging to different humans scattered all over the floor.

*Plop*, the head belonging to Fidel landed in the pile of flesh, the hollowness receding to reveal a painful expression.

"Who turned you into this?" Lu Mian glanced out the window, feeling that the explosion just now should attract the attention of the night patrol police.

Fidel's head opened its mouth and said in a slurred, extremely venomous tone:

"It, it was Burman!"

"Burman?" Lu Mian was slightly stunned. "You guys had an internal conflict?"

Fidel's head answered painfully, his voice growing lower and lower:

"I thought you were testing me and wanted to observe for a few more days. He, he couldn't wait and wanted, wanted to kill you tonight. I didn't agree, so he killed, killed everyone in the whole house..."

"He, he is a true lunatic!"

Having said this, Fidel's head tilted to one side, his eyes closed, and he completely lost all movement.

The "Devil Wizard" Burman's mental state has quite a few problems... Just because of this, he wiped out his employer's entire family? If you really wanted to kill me, you could have acted alone... Lu Mian had previously considered whether Fidel would think he was fishing for him, and for this reason, he had deliberately created the illusion that he was fishing for the "Black Baron" to numb Fidel. As for how effective it was, Lu Mian didn't care too much; if he didn't take the bait, he would just change methods. He wasn't only capable of "fishing."

Who knew this would actually trigger an internal conflict between Fidel and Burman.

Lu Mian felt that even when his own mental problems were at their worst, he wouldn't have done such a thing, unless Fidel had provoked him with his words at the time, for example, by pointing out that only a lunatic would believe in resurrection.

Lu Mian stared at the body parts for a while, not seeing any signs of Beyonder characteristics precipitating from them.

"Bad luck, they must have all been taken by Burman." He shook his head and walked toward the room where the safe might be kept.

(End of chapter)