They? Lumian was surprised when he heard Raymond's answer.

He originally thought that Raymond drowned in the river "on his own" and became a sacrifice for some existence, but now it seems that someone's participation is not just an invisible force to drag Raymond into the water.

"Who are they?" Orol asked the question.

Raymond's expression was twisted and stiff, his eyes were full of hatred and dull, and he shouted in anger:

"Pons Bennet, it's Pons Bennet and his people!

"They pressed me into the water!"

After we and Ava left the water, Pons Bennet and the thugs appeared at the place where Raymond came ashore, pressed him into the river, drowned alive, and became a sacrifice. Lumian restored the original situation based on Raymond's words.

The entire Lenten Festival completely turned into a ceremony to sacrifice to evil things!

Orol further asked about the details, but Raymond had only a few words over and over again, as if this was all his memory.

Huh, I missed the best time for psychics, and I can only gain the remaining obsession...Orol ​​thought for a moment and planned to ask something that Raymond might have a deep impression or may not have:

“Did they sacrifice you to someone?

"What are His characteristics, and where is He?"

Ollor has become smart this time and did not directly ask for the complete name. He only planned to collect some indirect information to assist in judgment.

She believed that if his spirit was still conscious during the sacrifice, he would definitely be able to "see" "hear" and feel something, and leave a deep enough impression, otherwise, not.

Raymond was stunned, with blood-colored transparent tears in the corners of his eyes becoming more and more.

Lumian had a calm face. Looking at him like this, his hands were already tightened at some point.

Suddenly, Raymond screamed:

"Underground! Underground of the church!"

What? Orol almost doubted his ears.

Combining her question, Raymond clearly stated that the secret existence he was dedicated as a sacrifice was located underground in the church!

It's impossible. Now it's the fifth century. How could God walk on the earth? Orol calmed down God, believing that Raymond's spirit was only partial obsession and a little spirituality. His answer to the question was very confusing, and he was always obsessed with a few points. In other words, he might not be indicating the person hidden in the underground of the church, but only produced a stressful feedback.

But no matter what, no matter whether Raymond is giving a real answer or repeating his own obsession, there must be problems underground in the church, hiding the key part of the sacrifice ceremony!

Orol just hopes that the secrets hidden there should not be too scary and not too exaggerated.

She asked about something else, Raymond's spirit would only repeat answers such as "They drowned me", "Pons Bennet", "under the church".

Seeing that there would be no other gains, Orol ended his psychic, watched Raymond's figure disappear above the candlelight, and watched the faint blue color dyed on the altar fade away.

After she lifted the spiritual wall, she found Lumian was stunned and speechless.

"Why are you thinking?" Orol reached out to his younger brother and shook his hand.

Lumian pulled up the corner of his mouth and tried to squeeze out a smile:

"I regret not exerting much force when I beat Ponce Bennet yesterday."

Although he also gave Pons Bennet a knee, which caused great pain to the other party, considering that he had to wait for the twelfth night, the conflict with the priests of the church should not intensify for the time being, so he still rationally restrained his efforts and did not directly turn Pons Bennet into a disabled person.

"There will be a chance." Orol comforted.

Lumian nodded and said "hoo":

"In fact, we are trapped in a misunderstanding. Before Lent, not only were we afraid of intensifying the conflict, but also the priests of this church, they were afraid that they were not ready and had not started the ceremony."

In other words, if he really wants to cause Pons Bennet to suffer any irreversible injuries, the priests and others will probably only pretend to be revenge and not take real action.

They will endure until Lenten, and whether Lumian offended them or not, as soon as the Lenten Festival "starts", the normal people in the whole village will be their target.

Ollor understood what Lumian wanted to express and nodded gently:

"You decide for yourself how to revenge on Pons Bennet.

"The question we need to consider now is how should we survive until the twelfth night after the priests and the others gained strong power."

Lumian suddenly fell into thinking about this issue.

Orol talked about his thoughts:

"At present, there are only two options, one is to join forces with the three foreigners, and the other is to find ways to improve yourself."

She hesitated and said:

"If you can be sure that Mrs. Pualis has nothing to do with the cycle, she is also trapped here, and you can even work with her properly."

"Ah?" Lumian was shocked when he heard this.

Mrs. Pualis is such a terrifying and evil extraordinary person!

Orol sighed:

"A philosopher in my hometown said that when doing things, you must distinguish between the main contradictions and the secondary contradictions, and unite all the forces that can be united.

"Well, there must be problems underground in the church, and there are key clues hidden. Before Lenten, we must explore it, and there may be no chance after that."

As far as Auror knows, most churches in the world have underground areas, some are used to store seals, and some are buried with the corpses of important people. Although the church in Kordu Village has neither seals nor important people who need to be buried, it is still equipped with a large basement according to regulations when it is built.

"Okay." Lumian agreed, "I will discuss with the three foreigners tomorrow."

He turned to Raymond's status:

"Why did he say only a few words? Didn't he successfully summon his spirit?"

Orol sighed again:

“There is a critical time point for psychics, within one hour of death.

"For more than an hour, the spirit of the deceased will quickly dissipate, no longer have the original memories, only some of the thoughts, emotions and pictures that I can't let go, are left, in the professional terms of my hometown, obsession."

Lumian nodded slightly when he heard this:

“When we go to the next cycle, we summon Raymond from the beginning, is it considered to be within an hour of death?

"No, why did Raymond have the memory of the last loop?"

Only then did he find out the problem: After the loop restarts, shouldn't Raymond forget to be drowned?

This asked Orol. She combined her thoughts during the ceremony and said carefully:

“I think it counts.

"At this time point, it has not reached Lenten's covenant. According to the world line, Raymond has not been drowned at this time. He should not know who the murderer is, but because he has lost his body, he can only exist in a spiritual state, which means he is dead and will have obsessions. Therefore, the one we just summoned just now is remembering some of the things that happened last time.

"Simply put, Raymond's state becomes special due to loss of his body, so that there will be a certain memory retention when the cycle restarts!

"Haha, this is a bug."

The cycle made a small mistake because Raymond's body was sacrificed? Lumian probably understood what his sister meant.

Orol then smiled:

"It seems that the power that makes us circulate is very mechanical and dull. It should not be controlled by the original owner and is in a state of self-operation, otherwise it would be possible to deal with Raymond's spirit in a targeted manner."

Speaking of this, she seemed to feel a little relaxed:

"Haha, in this case, we still have some hope to break the cycle."

Infected by his sister's emotions, Lumian's gloomy state became clearer:

After doing so much effort, I finally saw a little hope.

The two of them cooperated to pack up the altar and went to the study on the second floor. Orol taught him the corresponding Hermis and Guchmis in the order written by Lumian one by one.

Some of this is something Lumian has mastered, so his progress is pretty good.

Under the bright radio lights, Orol sometimes explained the pronunciation and structure of words to his younger brother. Sometimes when he consolidated his review, he used musk, lilac, blood and other materials to make the next candle.

While Lumian was studying hard, he occasionally looked up and looked at his sister who was busy beside him. He felt like he had returned to his original warm life, no longer had any cycles, no more of an evil god.

The night outside the window is quiet.

…………

In the bedroom, filled with a faint mist, Lumian woke up.

He turned over and got out of bed, walked to the table, took out the paper and pen, and wrote down the ancient Hemis words and words he still remembered in the wrong order, and finally gave them the correct number.

After doing this, Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and looked ahead.

The wooden table was close to the window and there were four things, one was two gray-white musk candles made by Orol (one with Lumian's blood, one without), the second was the bottle of gray amber perfume, the third was a metal bottle containing tulip powder, and the fourth was the silver dagger provided by Orol.

The lady was indeed sent to me... Seeing this scene, Lumian's heart suddenly calmed down a lot.

With these items, he turned over the homemade incense from Genorol, went down to the first floor, placed them on the dining table, and then went to the kitchen area to get a cup of water and a stack of coarse salt.

The materials related to the ceremony are ready at this point.

Before going to bed, Orol was worried that his younger brother would not ask for the corresponding symbols of the gift, and could not draw them on imitation parchment paper to burn them, and inform the target gods of his desires. But thinking about it, since the mysterious lady did not mention it, it should be no use. After all, it is essentially asking for the power in Lumian's body, and it can directly "hear" all the prayer language without additional "document".

Looking at the items on the dining table, Lumian took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it.

He no longer hesitated and placed the off-white candle with his own blood directly above the altar to represent the gods, while the other one was placed in front of him.

After lighting the candles in the order of God and later generations in spiritual friction, Lumian was not too skillful in sacrificing the ritual silver daggers and creating a spiritual wall.

As the spirit burst out from the tip of the ritual silver dagger and connected the surrounding air, he inexplicably felt the feeling of mystery.

Soon, the wall of spirituality was completed, and Lumian's spirituality was hollowed out.

With the incense and self-meditation that was turned out from home, he made his perception ethereal and entered a state where ritual magic can be held.

In the voice of this, Lumian "dripped" the gray amber perfume and tulip powder into the candle representing the gods.

A strange fragrance filled the air, and everything seemed to become magical.

Lumian glanced at the scribble next to the altar, took a step back, looked at the burning candle, and shouted in Guhemis:

"The power of fate!"
Chapter completed!