Chapter 638: Venting

In just over ten seconds, both supernaturals fighting noticed someone watching. They instinctively pulled away from each other and cast their gazes toward Lu Mian.

Lu Mian, leaning against the alley wall, laughed and said:

"Fight, keep fighting, don't mind me."

The young native holding the heavy short knife and slightly opening his left palm stared at Lu Mian, who had black hair and green eyes, an outstanding appearance, and wore a golden straw hat. His eyes were full of vigilance.

Who is this?

What does he want to do?

The short-haired man holding two strange scalpels was also vigilant.

He glanced at Lu Mian, then looked at the young native, suddenly lowered his body, and dropped his arms.

Black smoke with a strong smell of sulfur instantly permeated his surroundings, completely covering his figure.

Lu Mian's smile didn't fade, and his right eyebrow twitched slightly.

Seeing this, the young native couldn't care about Lu Mian's reaction. He pushed forward with his slightly opened left hand, and the shadows lingering in his palm suddenly expanded, turning into a mass of distorted "dark clouds."

This "dark cloud" merged into the area filled with the strong smell of sulfur. In the blink of an eye, it absorbed the black smoke into its body, making the whole alley clear again and allowing the red moon in the high sky to illuminate this place once more.

However, the man with very short black hair, dark green eyes, and an expressionless face had already disappeared without a trace.

Ran away? The young native was surprised, angry, and annoyed.

While looking for clues, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the position where Lu Mian had just stood.

In front of the wall there, it was empty; there was no figure at all.

When did he leave? Why didn't I notice it at all? The young native holding the heavy short knife was suspicious and uncertain, not knowing whether to continue chasing the target.

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Bram, who had successfully escaped the alley relying on his spell-like abilities, put away the two strange scalpels and walked on dark roads without lights, constantly changing directions, trying to shake off the imaginary pursuer.

During this process, he even pried open a shoemaker's shop on the street, changed into a pair of leather shoes that didn't fit too well, and handled the traces of someone having broken into the house.

After circling three large circles in a row, Bram returned to the alley where he had fought before and entered a building in the nearby neighborhood.

This was a simple apartment built of dark stones and brownish-brown trees.

Bram opened the room that belonged to him, walked in, and closed the wooden door behind him.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, he took out a transparent glass bottle from the gray-white cloth bag hanging from his waist. Inside the bottle was a nearly colorless liquid stained with a bit of dark red. In the liquid sat a pair of lips with residual blood and plump lines. The lips were slightly open, seemingly still frozen with intense pain and horror.

Bram gazed at the glass bottle in his hand as if he were admiring a work of art.

After a long while, he withdrew his gaze, walked to the side of the room, and opened the cupboard standing there.

Inside the cupboard were seven or eight similar glass bottles, each containing a pair of lips, dull in color, with different lines, some slightly upturned, some pouting.

Bram placed the newly acquired trophy in a blank space and drew an evil symbol on it with thick, blood-colored paint.

After finishing this, his fingers stroked the different lips through the glass bottles, just like appreciating every outstanding work in an art exhibition.

"Truly perverted."

Suddenly, a sigh full of sarcasm echoed in Bram's ears.

He turned his body abruptly and looked at where the sound came from, finding that on the back chair next to the table, a young man with black hair and green eyes, wearing a white shirt with the top two buttons undone and a golden straw hat, had sat down at some point.

Him?

Bram's pupils dilated rapidly, recognizing who the young man who had appeared abruptly in his room was:

The person who had just watched his fight with that member of the "Spirit Order"!

When did he follow?

How did he lock onto my tracks, and I didn't notice at all...

Lu Mian smiled and kindly answered the question in the other party's heart:

"Has no one told you that the smell of the preservative in that glass bottle is really obvious?

"Besides, you also got a bit of a bloody smell on you when you killed someone."

Bram's heart tightened:

"Are you a 'Hunter'?"

While speaking, he moved his steps slowly and quietly.

"You know quite a bit." Lu Mian maintained his sitting posture. "Then why did you cut off the lips, soak them in preservative, and carry them on you? This isn't a qualified 'serial killer.' I understand, you have the desire and need to collect trophies. This is both satisfying yourself and a material for some ritual? Hehe, desire harms people. 'Cold-blooded' is just calm and cold, but you will still calmly make mistakes, betting that the details you didn't do rigorously enough won't be caught."

Seeing this perverted murderer create black smoke with a sulfur smell, Lu Mian roughly knew he was a Sequence 7 "Serial Killer" of the "Criminal" pathway.

The "Demonology" book from the New White Silver City mentioned that after the "Criminal" pathway reached Sequence 8 "Cold-blooded," also known as the "Fallen Angel," the body would have some non-human characteristics and gain two or three spell-like abilities in the demon domain. This varied from person to person; different people had different gains. Some were poisonous fire, some were "Evil Words," and "Creating Black Smoke" was one of them.

Combined with the target's performance during the fight, Lu Mian basically determined that he was only Sequence 7, just a "Serial Killer."

Hearing Lu Mian's mockery and sarcasm, Bram's temple jumped.

He remained calm, moving a little bit while whispering:

"Are you looking for me just to chat?

"What exactly do you want from me?"

As soon as the words fell, black smoke with a strong sulfur smell permeated around this "Serial Killer" again.

Under the cover of the black smoke, Bram's eyes turned dark, and he used another of his spell-like abilities in the demon domain.

His body changed color like a chameleon, nearly identical to the spreading thick smoke.

Then, he moved quickly, arrived at the door silently, opened the door, and rushed out.

Bram's eyes blurred, and he saw the black smoke still spreading again, saw the man with green eyes sitting on the back chair looking at him with a smile.

He had returned to the room again.

Compared to his state just now, there was only one difference: he had changed from facing the door to having his back to the door.

"Fictional Bottle"!

After Lu Mian sneaked into the room, the first thing he did wasn't to pose, but to construct a "Fictional Bottle" that supernaturals couldn't pass through!

Bram wasn't affected by the sudden surge of frustration and annoyance. In the black smoke that was very disturbing to his vision, he rushed out to the side, rolled to the side of the bed, and took out a six-barreled machine gun from the bottom.

He raised the machine gun, aimed at Lu Mian, and pulled the trigger.

In the sound of da-da-da, Lu Mian's figure disappeared from the back chair, and the furniture there was torn apart by the storm formed by metal bullets.

Disappeared? Bram had just flashed such a thought when he instinctively raised his head and saw the man wearing the golden straw hat falling from the ceiling toward his head, surrounded by a large number of red-to-white fire crows.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, those fire crows rushed toward Bram one after another before Lu Mian.

Bram didn't have time to escape the encirclement and could only throw away the six-barreled machine gun, wanting to curl up his body and roll under the bed to avoid the explosion.

But those red-to-white fire crows dissipated on their own. Lu Mian landed on his feet in front of him, and while putting on the gray-white lightning-shaped brooch, he said with a smile:

"Didn't you just ask what I wanted to do?

"What I want to do is very simple:

"I haven't vented for too long, and I'm in urgent need of a human-shaped punching bag."

As soon as the words fell, Lu Mian threw a punch, smashing toward Bram, who was curling up his body.

Bram instinctively raised his right arm to block.

In the sound of bang, a silver-white electric light jumped from Lu Mian's fist into Bram's arm, spreading to all parts of his body.

Bram trembled, and even though his body had undergone non-human changes, he still experienced temporary paralysis.

Lu Mian's other fist followed, directly slamming into Bram's side face.

Bang!

This "serial killer's" head was knocked askew, and a few teeth flew out, mixed with blood.

The silver-white electric light burst out again, wandering on Bram's head.

Bang, bang, bang, Lu Mian swung his fists left and right, making Bram feel as if he had fallen into the wind and rain of a thunderstorm. Not to mention counterattacking, even parrying was made difficult by the electric shock.

Bang, bang, bang!

Lu Mian's expression was cold, hitting Bram's face, chest, arms, and top of his head with one punch after another, beating this supernatural of the "Criminal" pathway until his chest was sunken, his ribs were broken, his face was swollen, his skull was folded inward, and his upper body was full of charred marks.

After a fierce beating, Lu Mian clasped his fists together and raised his arms.

He slammed down toward Bram's left shoulder.

Bang!

Bram's left shoulder collapsed completely.

He fell to the ground, no longer in human form, his breath extremely weak.

"Is this all? It doesn't matter, I can let my servant treat you, and then continue." Lu Mian smiled and stopped.

In Bram's eyes, this was the standard devil's smile.

Without waiting for Bram to respond in fear, Lu Mian took off the "Fury of the Sea" brooch, put it back into the "Traveler's Bag," and asked in a very gentle tone:

"Tell me, which family are you from?"

Bram's body had initially become non-human, his physique was relatively strong, and coupled with the fact that Lu Mian didn't attack his vital points and even deliberately avoided them, he was not yet close to fainting and could still do some thinking.

He flashed many thoughts, and the picture in his mind finally settled on Lu Mian's smile just now.

After a short silence, Bram answered weakly:

"I am a member of the Andre-Lade family."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 639 =====