Lumian rolled back a distance before getting up again.

The scream of the sudden outbreak and abrupt interruption made him feel much more at ease.

However, he was not careless, and carried a hunting rifle on his back and lifted the axe before he approached the completely collapsed house carefully.

Where bricks and stones are stacked, dust fills the air and does not dissipate for a long time.

Standing outside, Lumian could not see the monster's body at all, which proved that the other party had been completely buried. In the current environment, his sense of smell was greatly weakened, and he couldn't help but lift one hand and cover it.

Keep your nose away from dust.

Faced with this situation, Lumian took seven or eight steps back, kept a safe enough distance from the target, and waited patiently for the dust to settle.

While waiting, he kept observing the surroundings, guarding against the possible sudden appearance of shallow footprints and various smells of rapid approaching.

Finally, the air returned to "freshness" and his vision was no longer disturbed.

Lumian approached the building again, following the smell of blood that evaporated, and found the monster that was pressed down layer by layer by layer by layer by layer by layer.

Anyway, he was not in a hurry and relied on the talent of the "hunter" and moved the stones one by one in a specific order without causing a secondary collapse.

At the same time, he was always on guard against the fact that the monster was not dead and was waiting for the opportunity to attack him.

Another heavy stone was pulled away, and Lumian saw the monster whose head and neck turned into a vortex "mouth device".

Its back was pressed to the sky, and its chest was covered with flesh and blood. Its chest was pressed out of its back. The sharp-toothed "mouth" was inserted into the ground by a small pointed stone pillar. The dark black tentacles covered with flesh membrane were broken.

Several.

If it weren't for the obvious characteristics, Lumian could not recognize whether this semi-solid, highly viscous meat sauce was his target.

This is better than he expected!

After initially confirming that the monster was completely dead, Lumian turned his eyes to its chest and found that the three black marks were still clearly visible in this situation.

It's very weird... Even in the world of mystery, this shouldn't be common, right? Lumian, who was fed by his sister for a long time, still lacks too much knowledge and can only make a certain judgment based on his feelings.

He originally planned to use a knife he carried with him to peel off the skin where the black mark was located, but the trap was so effective that the skin on the other party's chest was completely damaged and was pressed into the flesh. He couldn't even peel it even if he wanted to peel it.

Go down.

After thinking for a few seconds, he tore the inner linen shirt, pulled off a small piece of cloth, and placed it in front of him to act as paper.

Immediately afterwards, he made a piece of cloth strip, wrapped around his index finger, and contaminated the monster's blood. As for whether this could completely isolate possible pollution and toxicity, he didn't care too much. If something really happened, hurry up.

Just get out of dreams. Anyway, the damage that can bring to reality is very little. He should be able to recover completely in a few hours or more than half a day.

Using the monster's blood as ink, Lumian copied the three black marks.

As he was drawing, he suddenly felt dizzy and had a certain swelling and pain on his forehead.

According to common sense taught by Orol and his grasp of his own state, Lumian believed that his spiritual consumption had almost been exhausted, and found the reason:

"Just copying these three marks, will my spirituality be almost exhausted?"

On the one hand, he was surprised by the weirdness of the black mark, and on the other hand, he was shocked by the low spiritual limit of the "hunter", so he thought he was a little better than a talented normal person.

After a while of rest, Lumian continued to copy, and after three intermittent times, he finished his work and his head thrusts.

With such a state, he could not make any further exploration. He could only put away the cloth, lift the axe, and return to his home on the other side of the wilderness.

After walking out of the ruins and relaxing a little, he suddenly felt like he was a "hunter" potion and digested a lot.

"It seems that it was a successful hunt just now..." Lumian muttered.

His summary that he had already experienced but had not yet sorted out came to his mind:

"Calmness is important... When you suddenly encounter prey and don't have time to prepare, calmness is even more important.

"Attack the environment at any time and think about how to use it."

As his thoughts turned, Lumian returned home, went up to the second floor, and entered the bedroom.

He forced himself to remember the marks for a while before he fell on the bed and fell asleep.

…………

The next morning, when Lumian woke up, his temples were still a little swollen, which was a manifestation of excessive spiritual consumption in the ruins of the dream.

He shook his head, left the room, and went to the bathroom to wash.

When he went downstairs, he found that his sister had prepared breakfast, toast with jam, chopped sausage and strong aroma of coffee.

"So early?" Lumian blurted out in surprise.

My sister rarely gets up early.

Orol responded unhappily:

"I find myself in the time cycle, and the people around me are strange and terrifying. Can you sleep well? Anyway, I can't sleep well."

"I don't want to do it, either." Lumian comforted his sister, "At least you can still sleep, I have to be busy in my dreams."

"That's right." Orol picked up the coffee with half a bag of sugar cube and took a sip.

After my brother sat down and ate most of the toast and sausage, she asked:

“What are the gains from exploring the ruins of the dream this time?”

Lumian completely explained the process of his encounter with the monster, and finally said:

"Orol, uh, sister, please help me see what those three black marks represent. At the end of the Lenten Festival, the priests in this church also had similar things, and there were more."

Orol nodded gently and took out the water-absorbing pen and sticky notes from the dark bag of the off-white tunic skirt.

Lumian started painting, not very accurately restoring the black marks.

Soon, he handed the sticky note to his sister and said "introduction":

"I only remembered it a few times. Some of them are not sure whether it is right or wrong, but some are definitely like this. Here, here, and here, there are no problems."

Just restoring part of the mark in this way, his spirituality consumed a lot.

Orol put the notes on the dining table in front of him and looked at it for a while:

"These words are not any of the words I know, and the corresponding symbols are more distorted than those commonly found in occultism."

Lumian was a little disappointed, and Orol added:

"From the influence of extraordinary words and symbolic symbols on the surroundings and the traces of the prying force of nature, I suspect this is an external manifestation of a special contract."

She said while pointing at the sticky note with her index finger.

"Contract?" Lumian asked back.

Orol nodded:

"Combined with your battle with that monster, each black mark should represent a special contract.

"The function of this contract may be to help it obtain a supernatural ability from certain spiritual creatures, alien space creatures, and alien creatures. Therefore, the black mark on its left chest shines and brings invisibility, the one below its neck is the first one.

Corresponding to the irritable, resentful, and loss of mind, the lack of expression in the right chest, I suspect it is related to the 'mouth device', tentacles or digestion."

"No wonder..." Lumian understood some of the details of the previous battle.

He then smiled:

"Is the priest of this church signed more than a dozen contracts with different creatures?

"What is this? It means that everyone can be his father!"

"A strange description." Orol muttered, "It seems that the priest who fought with you at the end of the Lenten Festival did not show even one tenth of his strength. He used the ability he gained from the contract.

If you only use one type of body and spirit, you will lose control inexplicably and you will be able to slaughter it."

Lumian didn't understand the last time and last time in the loop. Now he clearly felt the luck at that time.

He asked eagerly:

"Can I copy the contracts I obtained from the monster and get in touch with the corresponding creature?"

He was very envious of the "invisible" ability.

"The contract is a contract, and the ceremony is a ceremony. Do you know how to hold the ceremony?" Orol poured cold water on him, "Even if you master the ceremony, do you know what the price will be paid for this special contract? The priest of this church should be helping

The gift of a secret existence was completed…”

Speaking of this, Orol suddenly stunned for a second and said to himself:

"Why do the monsters in your dream ruins have such black marks...and have they also received the gift from that person?"

While speaking, Orol turned his eyes to Lumian's left chest:

“Will it be related to the black thorn symbol that locks your heart?

"There are also priests in this hall, well... the dream ruin may be created by a secret existence represented by the thorn symbol. The key to revoking the cycle may also be hidden there, or, in some cases, reality and the dream ruins will be synchronized with the dream ruins.

Only something can solve the problem..."

"It's possible." Lumian thought this could explain why the monster also had black marks and why the mysterious lady wanted to explore the ruins of the dream and try to unlock the secrets there.

He immediately sighed:

"Orol, uh, sister, your imagination is indeed much richer than mine."
To be continued...