The flame of the orange candle symbolizing the object of praying to shake, as if it was blown by the invisible wind. Apart from this, it neither became dark blue nor dyed with any other color. It is ordinary and no difference from before.

Quietly, Lumian felt a strange throbbing in his soul, as if he had heard a shout from a distance, pointing straight to the spiritual body.

He was unable to respond for the moment and continued to recite the mantra that followed, "I pray to you;" "Pray to give you the potion of prophecy..." In this ritual magic, words such as "help to make" cannot be used, they must be "gift" or "gift".

One by one, the words of Hermis were spit out, and Lumian's spiritual energy seemed to be shaken, creating a ripple, bringing a feeling of being both high and dizzy.

He stepped forward, glanced at the water monster meat, lizard eyes, grey scallion herbs and other materials, picked up the imitation parchment paper full of mysterious symbols, and put it on the orange candlelight representing the object of praying.

When the imitation scrub paper was lit and placed in the natural depression of the stone serving as the altar, Lumian picked up tulip powder and other materials in turn and sprinkled them into the flames.

The strange fragrance that mixed quickly spread into the "Spiritual Wall", and some hallucinations seemed to appear before Lumian.

"He saw various mysterious talismans originally painted on imitation parchment paper

They are highlighted in the void, constantly moving, reorganizing, and constantly changing the overall state.

Lumian stepped back again, looked at the various materials placed on the altar, and said in a deep voice in Hermis, "Tulips, a herb of fate, please pass the power to me."

As Lumian fell the last word, he produced it in his spirit

The ripples of life overlapped together, giving him the illusion that he could touch the candlelight by just stretching out his palm. At the same time, a little burning appeared in his chest, a faint buzzing sound in his ears, and his head was dizzy as if someone was lifted up and threw it seventeen or eighteen times...

Following the spiritual guidance, Lumian stretched out his right hand and pressed towards the candlelight from the air.

His eyes became darker, and his spirituality poured out and merged with the fire.

The candlelight suddenly swelled, illuminating the entire altar with bright and illusory.

Various "prophetic potions" materials are placed together "come alive", and they are squirming and blood rolling together, and shadows flow, which is evil.

Lumian strives to maintain a stable supply of spirituality, and sees the physical materials blurring one after another and turning into phantoms, and finishing this way

Become a reorganization.

The dark red phantom dyed with a little silver-black highlighted the reality, surrounded by a dark liquid.

Bubbles are constantly emitting inside this liquid, and each bubble explodes with silver and black light bursting out; it wanders like a snake.

Lumian stepped over, picked up a small metal bottle placed on the altar, unscrewed the lid, and brought it to the bottom of the liquid that was dark.

The liquid quickly converged and flowed into the bottle, almost filling...5

Putting this bottle of "Prophecy Potion" down, Lumian adjusted his mental state.

While calming the ripples of the spirit, he recalled the entire process of the ceremony.

If the thorn symbol had not been inspired to a certain extent,

Upgraded to my position, I had failed just now and I couldn't respond at all...

I can complete the same ritual magic at most in a row... Lumian's thoughts gradually settle down.

Those five ritual magics are at least in the demand for the object of praying for the minimum

It must be sequence 7, or even "the person who receives the contract". The "dervive" of sequence 8 of Lumian can only be completed by the person contaminated in the body.

Correspondingly, his spirituality cannot support too much.

After finishing the ceremony, packing the altar, Lumian lifted the "Spiritual Wall", walked to the gray-white cloth bag, and dragged the body inside out.

He kindly moved the other person's head back to his original position and opened his mouth.

With a little blue calcium carbide light, Lumian took out the "Prophecy Potion", unscrewed the lid, and poured all the dark liquid into the mouth of the corpse.

They did not penetrate into the throat as soon as possible, just like real water accumulation, remaining there.

Suddenly, Lumian felt that the wind that was blowing through the hollow of this quarry became much colder, and the light of the calcium carbide lamp became more and more blue.

Almost at the same time, he heard Gulu's voice, saw the corpse's throat squirming, and swallowed all the "prophetic potions" in.

The next second, the ** body sat up, and the surroundings were stained

He was in an abnormal darkness that was difficult to illuminate by the light. His pale and haggard face opened his eyes. His originally brown eyes were no longer colored and as transparent as crystal.

Deep in the transparent eyes, there seemed to be rich color blocks stacked together, pure and high light, countless nearly invisible figures, and flashing mercury waves...

Enduring the coldness that pierced the bone marrow, Lumian calmed down and asked, "The former Hondo God Sorry from Kordu village in Darege area of ​​Leston Province, Intis Republic.

Bennet, where will it appear in a month?”

During this period, Lumian has specifically considered three questions to ask.

There are four main rules for the problem: First, it must be related to the future situation, and you cannot ask where XXX is now and what you have done in the past; ii is the description: it must be accurate enough, otherwise there will be situations where you answer the question, just like Guillaume.

The name Bennet is also many other places in Intis. There are a lot of duplicate names, and they do not limit where they come from to the village level. The body may tell you another one, Yaoume Bey.

The fate of the future.

Third, no matter which country is in front of the body, will it be the corresponding words?

He will answer all the words in the language that describes the question.

Fourth, a question can only contain an element that needs to be answered, and cannot be considered as "when and where".

Ask a question.

The pale face of the corpse was stained with a little yin green. He opened his mouth and said in Intis, "Trier Red Princess District."

The sound was illusory and erratic as if it came from another world, "It was completely different from the voice of the deceased during his lifetime. I could only narrow the scope to the Red Princess District, Lumian frowned slightly.

He could actually understand, "because this is not like those hidden existences

The "prophecy potion" that I prayed for was essentially just a "dervive" and the effect would not be very good.

Lumian raised the ii question: Luis, who once worked as an administrator and steward in the village of Kordu in the Darege area of ​​Leston Province, Intis Republic.

Where will Lund meet again? He did not mention Mrs. Alice, but did not know what his relationship was with Mrs. Night, and was worried that the high position would lead to the failure of the prophecy.

The corpse looked ahead with transparent eyes without any spirit, and replied again in an illusory and erratic voice: "Trier Honest Man Market Zone Market Avenue."

From Market Avenue, Luis: Lund did not pass by there by chance, Lumian thought happily.

While pondering, he found that the strange scenes printed in the body's transparent eyes were gradually fading, and he quickly raised the third question: "Where will Mr. Eve, the owner of the "Golden Rooster Hotel" in Trier's Honesty Market Area, be there from 11 to 1 o'clock this Sunday."

Before, Lumian saw Mr. Eve at this time

He entered the underground, so he wanted to get out the specific situation of the other party's destination in this way.

Considering that Mr. Eff had just been "robbed" and had been to the General Police Department, he might not dare to enter the ground again in a short period of time, Lumian set the time for Sunday.

The body quickly answered "Trier Honesty Man Market District Old Pigeon Cage Theater."

After saying that, the corpse fell down with a bang, closed its eyes again, and its body emitted a rotten smell of death for many days.

Going to the Old Pigeon Cage Theater again, Lumian stuffed the body back into the cloth bag, intending to go deeper underground

Buried in the place.

An off-white three-story building in the old theater, with a beard pulling in the front

The trashed vagabond was blocked by an ii male servant next to the pilaster.

"I, I'll leave now."

He said tremblingly. At this time, the man dressed in the housekeeper came over, looking surprised, "Master, is it you?" "What?" The homeless man was very confused, and the housekeeper was very excited, "Did you forget?"

You are the master here, we are all your servants. You were injured in the head before and forgot a lot of things. One day, you suddenly ran away from home.

"It's been several months, and I finally found you!

You still remember here you are back!”

"I'm not, I'm not...

"The homeless man remembers his past clearly.

But the housekeeper and the ii male servant didn't listen to his explanation at all, "surrounded" him and took him to the building.

"Madam, the master is back!" the housekeeper shouted excitedly. Not long after, the homeless man saw an elegant and beautiful lady.

The lady was wearing a light green skirt, and her eyebrows were full of mature charm.

She cried with joy and threw herself into the homeless man's arms: "You are finally back, you are finally back!"

We planned to smell the sweet smell of perfume with a little milky smell and feel the soft body with a concave and smooth body.

The homeless man tried to tell that he was not the other husband and said something that came to his mouth and was swallowed back. He was taken to take a shower in a confused manner, and was taken to the restaurant and saw the crystal chandelier under the crystal chandelier.

Successful dinner: a dozen oysters, a pot of tender chicken, a plate of beef stewed dried plums, a plate of oil pudding, a salad and a bottle of Baidanxia wine. At the same time, the homeless man also saw the oil paintings hanging in the restaurant, which were portraits, "very similar to him.

Is it really me? I remember every thing I have experienced is another person who is similar to me

The homeless man was confused, and he was taken to the bedroom after eating and drinking. After a while, the beautiful and elegant lady was wearing silky clothes.

She walked in with her nightgown. She said with her eyes as if she was watery: "Do you still remember my enthusiasm?"

The homeless man's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he couldn't control himself and faced him.

ii people hugged each other and fell on the bed, full of passion, this

The homeless man began to "believe" that he was really the owner of this house, with a beautiful wife, a professional butler, and a large number of servants.

Even if the original owner comes back, he will make the other party fake!

Lumian returned to the ground, carried the extinguished calcium carbide lamp and walked into the "Golden Rooster Hotel".

When Felsf saw him, he immediately stood up:

"Char, Mr. Charles, Baron Brinelle asked you to go to the Breeze Ballroom to find him after dinner."

Is there anything wrong with Baron Brinier looking for me?
Chapter completed!