Mistbound Chronicles: Lumian's Legacy Novel Chapter 73

When Lumian opened his eyes, his spirituality had been restored and his body no longer ached.

He suddenly turned over and sat up, walked to the table, and opened the curtains.

At this time, the sky was still dark, the red moon was slanting in the sky, and there were stars. On the elm tree not far away, the huge owl with lively eyes appeared again, looking down at Lumian.

Lumian was neither surprised nor angry, and showed a bright smile.

"You're here again." He greeted enthusiastically, but no matter his body movements, the tone of his words, or the expression on his face, the target would suddenly have the urge to beat him.

The owl looked at him for a few seconds, spread its wings, and flew into the depths of darkness.

Almost at the same time, Aurore left her bedroom, turned the handle, and entered Lumian's room.

"How is it?" Lumian asked quickly.

Aurore nodded:

"'White Paper' has already followed."

Her light blue eyes had long since turned dark, filled with trees that were constantly receding and getting bigger.

She immediately took out a mercury-plated mirror, placed it on Lumian's table, and then used light white powder to cast a spell that showed what she saw on the mirror.

Lumian successfully saw the figure of the owl. It was flying at a relatively low altitude over the Kordu Village at night, going around and around, as if it wanted to get rid of possible tracking, but the "white paper" was a ghost. The world creature was quite fast and was not affected at all, always maintaining a certain distance.

After a minute or two, the owl came around the village square.

It no longer hesitated and flew directly into the cemetery next to the church.

"Why is it here again?" Lumian couldn't help but sigh.

The last time the siblings spied on Michel Garrigu, the "lizard" that came out of the mouth of the priest also ended up in the cemetery, going in and out of different graves!

"You can't always use cemeteries as villains' settlements and hiding places in stories. Is this true in reality?" Lumian turned his head and looked at his sister.

Aurore sneered:

"Do you know what inspiration comes from reality?"

"Also..." Lumian approved the creative explanation of a professional writer.

At this time, the owl flew over an ordinary grave.

Like most tombs in Intis, a large hole is dug in the ground, a coffin is placed, then filled with soil, and finally one or two stone slabs are laid, and a tombstone is erected behind it.

Part of the above content was Lumian's imagination and speculation, but at least from the appearance, he could not see anything unusual about the tomb.

The owl lowered its height and landed on the two stone slabs that sealed the tomb.

With the help of "blank paper", Aurore and Lumian discovered some suspicious traces:

The corresponding tombstone was blank, with nothing on it; the surface of the stone slab that should have been dirty and covered with weeds was clean, as if someone had been cleaning it frequently.

"There's something wrong with this tomb." Aurore commented.

As soon as she finished speaking, the two stone slabs sealing the tomb suddenly fell down.

No, not a drop, closer to opening up the concept.

They opened inwards like double doors, revealing a dark space and stone stairs leading deeper.

"Oh." Lumian exclaimed in surprise, "It's spacious enough!"

This was completely different from the ordinary tomb he imagined. It was more like a mausoleum, with a large tomb space.

"There is such a place in Kordu..." Aurore originally thought that she had lived in Kordu for six years and knew every plant and tree in Kordu Village very well. As a result, she recently discovered that the place has become more and more... It's getting stranger and weirder.

While the siblings were talking, the owl flew down the stairs to the depths of the "mausoleum".

The corresponding underground space was not exaggerated. As soon as "Bai Zhi" finished following the stairs, he saw a tomb.

The tomb was about the size of Lumian's kitchen, with a black coffin placed in the middle.

The coffin was not closed, and the lid was leaning against the side and resting on the ground.

The owl flapped its wings and flew over, landed on the edge of the coffin, and stood there.

"That dead wizard?" Lumian tensed up.

Aurore said "hmm" and asked the "white paper" to move closer in that direction, and looked into the coffin from a distance.

Almost at the same time, Lumian discovered a vague figure standing in the corner of the tomb.

Just as he was about to remind his sister to see who it was, the "blank paper" had already cast its "eyes" into the open coffin.

With a bang, the mercury mirror in front of them exploded, and Aurore also let out a low scream of unbearable pain.

Lumian quickly turned his head and looked at his sister, only to see that she had closed her eyes tightly, shedding blood-colored tears one after another, and the muscles in her cheeks were pulling uncontrollably, as if they were about to open cracks.

Without waiting for the semi-illiterate occultist to react, Aurore took out a short stick of incense from the hidden bag and fumbled to light it with a match.

The light fragrance fills the air, distant and light, making people feel peaceful both physically and mentally.

The abnormality on Aurore's face gradually subsided. Finally, she took a long breath and wiped the bloody tears with the handkerchief she carried.

"Is everything okay?" Lumian asked with concern.

Aurore closed her eyes tightly and did not open them:

"The problem is not serious. If I catch up on my sleep later, my eyes should recover. I'm really grateful that the 'blank paper' is too fragile. Sometimes, weaknesses can also be strengths!"

She was very happy.

"Huh?" Lumian didn't understand.

Aurore laughed at herself:

"To put it simply, I saw something I shouldn't have seen, but the 'white paper' is very fragile. I only managed to take a look at it. I didn't even take a good look at it, and I suffered severe trauma and retracted into the spirit world, along with the impact on me. It's also much smaller, otherwise it wouldn't have been so easy to control just now, and it might have been very troublesome."

The world of occultism is so dangerous... Lumian truly understood what "don't look at what you shouldn't see" means.

He waited for his sister to recover a little before asking:

"What did 'White Paper' aim at, and why did it cause so much damage?"

"I saw a silver-black light." Aurore didn't dare to recall. "As for the things that can cause harm just by seeing them, there are too many things. Maybe they are items that reveal their divinity, maybe they are high-sequence items." A mythical creature form, perhaps something with a curse and malice..."

"Mythical creature form?" Lumian had never heard of this term before.

Aurore explained casually:

"The essence of the Path of God is to transform extraordinary people into the direction of gods. When we reach Sequence 4, we can have our own mythical creature form, but it is not complete enough. People under Sequence 4 just see this form. You will get hurt, and you may even lose control."

Is the saint so powerful? They and the Beyonders under Sequence 4 are like two kinds of creatures... No wonder they can be called demigods when they reach Sequence 4... Lumian instantly understood how ignorant he had been before. I feel that there is no essential difference between the sequence with the title of demigod and the extraordinary people below it.

He turned and said:

"Aurore, when 'Bai Zhi' approached the coffin, I seemed to see a figure in the corner of the tomb, but I don't know who it was, what he looked like, and what clothes he was wearing."

"Is there another person there?" Aurore was a little surprised.

Lumian nodded:

"So, is that the dead wizard in the coffin, or is that the one in the corner?"

"I think the one in the coffin is." Aurore closed her eyes and said thoughtfully, "The one in the corner is either his puppet or subordinate, or another Beyonder who controls the wizard's body."

Lumian said "hmm":

"As expected, the wizard's problem has not been completely solved. This may be the source of Kordu's gradual abnormality."

This harvest made him both happy and troubled.

I am happy that the investigation has made great progress, but I am worried that just seeing the wizard's body will cause him to be hurt, and there is a high probability that he will lose control. Then how can he go to the tomb for further confirmation and follow-up actions?

Aurore obviously thought of this too:

"We won't go to the tomb for the time being. Let's focus on the underground of the church. Key clues may be obtained there that will help solve the problem of the tomb."

"Okay." Lumian had decided to go find the three strangers after dawn to discuss exploring the underground of the church.

After hearing his answer, Aurore added:

"If I fully recover, I will go with you to the crypt of the church."

Lumian hesitated for two seconds and agreed.

At this time, we must gather all our strength to see hope!

Aurore, who still had her eyes closed, turned to ask:

"It seems that your ritual was successful. How do you feel?"

Lumian told his sister the whole process of the ceremony and what he had gained, but he did not mention the specific description of the existence, and finally said:

"I almost lost control when I received the gift, but I was fine afterwards and my body didn't show any strange changes. It may be because the sequence is low enough."

Aurore closed her eyes, showed a slight smile and said:

"The dance that can summon abnormal creatures around you and let one of them possess you is very interesting.

"This reminds me of some of the legendary abilities in my hometown, 'God Strike'!"

"Huh?" Lumian couldn't understand.

Aurore smiled:

"It's just to ask demigod-level creatures to partially possess you and use their combat abilities."

"That requires a strong body, soul and spirit, right?" Lumian speculated.

Aurore did not continue the topic and ordered her younger brother:

"Help me back to the room, I need to take a rest."

Lumian helped his sister up and walked to her bedroom while casually asking:

"What I find very strange about that ceremony is that I drew a little power from the seal without the permission of the owner of the green and black symbol. Could it be that He is always watching me? Impossible, how can I be so free?"

Aurore thought for a moment and said:

"You told me that the description of the honorific name that the mysterious lady gave you was very vague and not very accurate, so as not to attract the attention of the corresponding person.

"Is it possible that the owner of the blue-black symbol and the corresponding existence of the black thorn have some overlap in authority? For example, you mentioned the word 'fate', and both of them may have some authority in the field of destiny. , so when you recite the fuzzy name, part of it not only points to the person corresponding to the black thorns, but also points to the owner of the blue-black symbol.

"Under normal circumstances, due to incompleteness and imprecision, this would not have any effect, but you happen to have the corresponding symbols, power and breath in the altar, so they are stimulated and have a certain reaction. That existence Your actions are also discovered, and you are guided by the mysterious lady, and it is easy to obtain permission.

"In this way, when you finish reciting all the names and point to the pollution in the body, there will be no obstacle to extracting a little power, and the 'back door' has been opened.

"It's a very clever ritual design...at first glance, it looks like a master of bugs."

"That's it." Lumian suddenly realized.