Chapter 826: Changing Nightmare

Zhu Li saw herself in the mirror gradually stained with blood, her expression becoming cold, and a bit more viciousness in her eyes.

To this, she had no surprise, but instead hooked the corners of her mouth, showing a mocking smile.

The Zhu Li in the mirror became excited instantly, grabbing the glass with both hands, wanting to dig out the seams with her fingernails.

Her face distorted rapidly, and the malice in her pupils was like substance.

Not long after, another figure emerged behind her, a male figure with short brown hair.

This male was six or seven points similar to Zhu Li, and like the Zhu Li in the mirror, he was covered in blood, gloomy and vicious.

Zhu Li rubbed the gold ring inlaid with blue gems with her thumb, watching the female self and the male self shrink and fade rapidly, revealing the environment they were currently in.

That was a deep, pitch-black world with almost no light.

Outside this world were countless light spots representing different mirrors, densely packed up, down, left, right, front, and back. Most of them were affected by Morora's seal, looking blurry and difficult to touch.

Zhu Li's gaze quickly swept over the small amount of light spots that were still clear, and looked toward a mirror according to the "Witch's" spiritual intuition.

A pitch-black figure was reflected in that mirror.

Seeming to notice Zhu Li's gaze, the figure shrank back suddenly, leaving the mirror.

Zhu Li immediately reached her hand into the mirror, and her whole person passed through it.

Ignoring the curses and scolding of the two selves in the mirror, she directly teleported to the mirror that had reflected the black shadow before.

She walked out of a small mirror and found that this was a room abandoned for a long time, and all traces had been wiped away.

Zhu Li turned to the window next to the mirror and observed the environment outside.

What came into her eyes was the cemetery sleeping under the moonlight of the crimson moon, the library-style church, and the entrance of the underground mausoleum that could be seen clearly.

After a short silence, Zhu Li muttered to herself:

"The 'Mirror Person' really sneaked in..."

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"Carnivore" bar, second floor.

Lu Mian leaned back to the limit, resting his feet, and read the book in his hand seriously.

It was still early, and he could study for a while!

He told Zhu Li about the "Mirror Person" just to use the power of the Witch Sect to confirm and search. After all, as a "Hunter," he couldn't use the mirror world at all relying on his own strength, and the "Mirror Buckle," an external item, could only be used twice more.

Just as Lu Mian remembered the instructions of Morora Archbishop Heraberg and intended to end his studies and sleep for another two or three quarters of an hour tonight, his door was knocked.

Outside the door was Zhu Li.

Zhu Li nodded slightly at Lu Mian:

"Found a 'Mirror Person' spying on the underground mausoleum, but failed to catch him."

"Only one?" Lu Mian asked for confirmation.

Zhu Li "hmm"ed:

"Only one."

After speaking, she turned her body and walked toward her room.

Lu Mian laughed "hehe":

"Not only did you fail to catch him, but you didn't even see the other party's appearance, right?"

His voice was very low, as if talking to himself, but the volume was just enough for Zhu Li to hear.

Zhu Li turned her body and sneered in response:

"At least better than someone who couldn't even discover the traces of the 'Mirror Person' and needed me to confirm."

Lu Mian pretended to be choked, and responded stiffly:

"I just let you play your poor, insignificant role."

Zhu Li ignored him and opened the door to enter the room.

Lu Mian laughed secretly and closed the wooden door.

Now, Zhu Li shouldn't be so vigilant that he could also use the mirror world, right?

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In a daze, Lu Mian saw the earth stained with dirty blood, saw the collapsed magnificent buildings, saw the iron-black giant pillars standing in different places of the ruins, extending straight into the sky, most of which had already broken.

Lu Mian walked forward purely by instinct, passing through the burning palace, passing through the waterfall-like rainstorm, passing through the thunder forest constantly slashing on the ground.

He stopped in front of a corpse.

The corpse was pitch-black, and its face was like someone had peeled off its skin, leaving only the

Behind it were corpses and skeletons, one after another, piled into a mountain peak over a hundred meters high.

Lu Mian's gaze moved upward along these corpses, occasionally colliding with the pale or dark red flames burning in their eye sockets.

Finally, he was about to see the top of the "mountain peak."

Suddenly, an intense fear and an urge to give up thinking and just obey orders surged from the bottom of his heart.

He sat up abruptly, opened his eyes, and gasped for air.

"Had another nightmare..."

"The images in the nightmare are becoming clearer and clearer, and the frequency is getting higher and higher..."

Lu Mian cast his gaze toward the underground of Morora, subconsciously reaching out his right hand, as if to touch something.

He only grabbed air.

He quickly calmed his state and muttered silently:

"According to the current situation and the progress of development, if I really finish reading the remaining books, these nightmares caused by the corruption might truly undergo a qualitative change..."

"What will that bring me?"

"If the nightmare becomes a bit clearer and that feeling becomes a bit stronger, I might lose control directly in the dream. By then, Albus, Zhu Li, and Wanake will have the luck of challenging an angel. No, the Church of Knowledge would likely eliminate the problem immediately. Having sealed Ludwig, they wouldn't mind sealing another one..."

Lu Mian raised his hand to rub his temples, feeling more and more that Archbishop of Morora, Madame Hela Berg, was right:

You can't rush the progress; you must maintain physical health and mental state!

Even if corrupted, it must be done step by step!

*Huu*... Lu Mian exhaled, believing that in another five or six days, once he finished reading the borrowed books, there would definitely be a major change in the situation—a change favorable to him.

"However, can the situation really maintain its current stability until I finish my studies?"

"Since the last time he was injured, Albus hasn't appeared for several days. I don't know what he's doing in the shadows..."

"Wanake has regained control of the Dades Agricultural Company, but he no longer has a fixed office location or a place to sleep..."

"Celeste's rotation at the underground mausoleum is a danger, but also an opportunity. She should have used this to push the Demoness Sect's arrangements one step further. The timing Zhu Li is waiting for might arrive very soon..."

"Will they let me focus on my studies until I finish the remaining books?"

"I'm afraid not..."

Lu Mian muttered to himself, feeling that Albus, Wanake, and the Demoness Sect should have major moves in the next few days—major moves involving the underground mausoleum.

They might not know the importance of the study or that Lu Mian was studying seriously, but they should be able to perceive that if things dragged on, the situation would become increasingly unfavorable for them!

One cannot underestimate the spiritual intuition of the "Demonesses," nor the feelings of those high-ranking figures behind Albus and Wanake!

Trier, Memorial District, 9 Orosay Street, Apartment 702.

Franca was smug and triumphant because she had successfully planned and implemented an ambush against a powerful "Mirror Person."

This gave her more of a sense of accomplishment than commanding team raids before she transmigrated.

She pointed to the cash and scrolls on the coffee table and said:

"Let's split the loot. You two go first."

With the help of "Mirror Divination," the two "Demonesses" had already determined the effects and activation incantations for each of the scrolls.

There was one "Sun" scroll, one "Healing" scroll, and one each of "Lightning Strike," "Combustion," "Flash," "Wind," "Freeze," "Paralysis," and "Secret Voice."

Anthony turned his body to the side, signaling Jenna to pick first.

Jenna knew that being polite was useless and would only waste time. After thinking for a few seconds, she took the "Sun," "Lightning Strike," and "Flash" scrolls directly.

Anthony chose "Healing," "Paralysis," and "Freeze," leaving 460 verl d'or and the last three scrolls for Franca.

Franca picked up the "Secret Voice" scroll and said with a smile:

"This is so good, suitable for someone commanding operations. You guys actually didn't want it."

The effect of "Secret Voice" is to establish a secret channel between three to five people, connecting everyone within a maximum distance of fifty meters, allowing the words spoken and sounds made to be transmitted to the companions' ears through this channel, without being heard by outsiders or blocked by obstacles like walls.

*If you don't want it, you could leave it for Lu Mian... * Jenna muttered in her heart, but couldn't bear to say it out loud to discourage Franca.

As the three were talking, the messenger of Lady "Judgment" delivered a reply:

"The 'Rose School of Thought' will handle the abnormal Kemolo. You don't need to follow up anymore."

Trier, inside a room where tables and chairs were overturned and papers were scattered all over the floor.

The "Hermit" of the Tarot Club's Major Arcana, whom Franca and the others had met before, was wearing a pair of glasses with dark rims and a deep black robe with purple eye-shaped patterns. She stood in front of a wall covered in meaningless lines, examining the inconspicuous blackened blood and traces left by dried tears and saliva on the ground.

In front of her, an almost transparent, lashless, and unusually indifferent eye was quietly watching all of this. Its pupil seemed to hide countless brilliant stars, as if it contained all kinds of scenes it had witnessed.

After a while, "Hermit" ignored the blackened bloodstains and took a small amount of the powder that seemed to have been stained by tears and saliva.

A dreamlike carriage made of a pumpkin then appeared in front of her. Her appearance, temperament, and figure changed to a certain extent because of this.

"Hermit" sat on it steadily.

Immediately after, a group of rats pulled this pumpkin carriage into a tunnel outside the Trier catacombs.

"Hermit" still leaned back in the pumpkin carriage, a vivid, unreal ball of yarn condensing in her hand.

This holder of a Major Arcana card infused the previously extracted powder into the ball of yarn and then threw it out.

The ball of yarn rolled into the depths of the dark tunnel, leaving a vivid strand of yarn on the ground to guide the way forward.

(End of chapter)