Chapter 207 It’s Foggy

After Fiona finished doing this, she looked up at the full moon in space. She felt blood flowing from her wound and her body was a little tingling, and she couldn't help but murmured softly.

"A chaotic place."

Late at night on Golden Oak Street, Camus was sitting in front of the window writing something. The orange gas light stretched his figure, and apart from the sparse writing sound in the air, there was only the sound of his slight breathing.

"This is the conclusion I came to. Why am I so uneasy?" What was written on the paper was exactly what Camus was thinking about. He felt a little inexplicably irritable. He couldn't sleep at all, so he could only try to think of what he was thinking. Think about it and write it down.

"Why am I irritable?" The increasingly intense irritability made him pace back and forth. He was going to try to use the mirror to predict if something had happened. He was also very curious about how the battle at the port was going.

"Boom..." The sound of riding up the wooden stairs sounded. Camus walked down with a gas lamp. When passing by Lux's room, he deliberately slowed down until he reached the studio where the mirror was placed. .

"Eh...it's foggy?"

As soon as Kamiao opened the door, he saw a thin layer of white mist outside the window in front of him. He raised the gas lamp and glanced at the pendulum clock on the wall, frowning slightly.

"It's foggy at 2 o'clock in the middle of the night? This is really strange."

Before he had time to think about it, Camus gently pulled down the black cloth. A tall floor-length mirror appeared in Camus' field of vision. A portable gas lamp appeared in Camus's field of vision. His face was a little haggard. Camus, wearing a black suit, stood clearly in the mirror, because It was late at night, and except for the range of gas lights, the rest of the place was very dark, making Camus look quite mysterious.

"Hmph... It's really special to use a mirror to predict things late at night." Camus laughed at himself and called the mirror. His ideal state was to use the mirror to get the information he wanted. If that didn't work, he would use gnosis.

"Great source of nothingness, please tell me..." Camus paused here. He came down because he was uneasy. Should he ask the mirror about the reason for his uneasiness? Thinking of this, Camus coughed again and continued to speak.

"Great source of nothingness, please tell me the reason for Relimon Camus' uneasiness." As Camus murmured, the mirror suddenly became dark, and even Camus' figure became blurred. The lights gradually disappeared, and Camus felt her magic power draining away quickly, very quickly. After about ten seconds, a scream suddenly came out of the mirror.

"Save me...ah..." A miserable and desperate voice appeared in Camus' ears. Some soft white substances like cotton gradually appeared in the dark mirror. There were more and more of these substances. More and more, they gradually enveloped the mirror. Camus had already become nervous due to the screams just now, and was stunned again when he saw this unexplainable picture. This was the first time that no black and white picture appeared, but a black and white picture. There was unexplainable smoke, yes... smoke.

"Smoke? What happened to the scream just now? This is the first time a sound has appeared. Why does smoke appear in the mirror?" Camus' voice became heavier and his face became serious. He just just Try it, but unexpectedly, you can predict the reason for your uneasiness. What are these white smoke-like things?

Just as Camus was meditating, the smoke in the mirror suddenly condensed irregularly. They condensed into a pair of white palms, lying quietly on the mirror, and then returned to the shape of the previous smoke. Camus also happened to raise his head at this time. He didn't see the weird scene just now, because in his sight, the mirror was returning to normal. His figure holding the gas lamp reappeared in the mirror, but he saw something different. The gap in the mirror happened to shine through. From the direction of the window, he accidentally looked at the window and saw the fog outside the window was bigger than before. The fog seemed to be flowing slowly, getting thicker and denser.

"Mist?" Camus suddenly turned around and raised his voice. Thinking of the scene he had just seen, he suddenly felt that this was what made him uneasy. These fogs that appeared late at night, how could they suddenly appear when they were fine just now? Is it foggy?

"Not good..." Thinking of this, Camus thought of a thunder in his heart. It hasn't rained in Cadde City recently, and the timing of these fogs appearing was too bad. He ran out quickly and ran to Lux's door, hurriedly Knocked on her door.

"Lux, wake up, Lax, wake up." A rapid and high-pitched voice sounded, and Lax, who was sleeping in the room, suddenly opened her eyes. Her eyes were extremely empty, and a deep chill came from him. Emitting out, she climbed up stiffly, walked stiffly to the door, and opened the door stiffly.

"Ji... pull..." Seeing the door open, Kamius shut his mouth as soon as he said a word, because he discovered his sister's weirdness. Lacus's eyes were very dull and her behavior was very stiff, like It is a puppet, or rather a puppet.

"Damn...who are you?" Kamius cursed loudly, and he stared at Lux's mouth through gritted teeth.

"Kogas...Kogas..." A stiff and slow voice sounded. Lux's usual pleasant voice disappeared, and her voice became hoarse and dull, like a man's voice.

"Let him go..." Upon hearing this unfamiliar name, Camus slowly lowered his head and stared into Lux's eyes, his voice low and calm.

"I... Boom..." Lacus uttered another word stiffly, and slowly fell to the ground. Camus immediately hugged his sister and ran to Su Lan's house. There were very few second-stage extraordinary people in the entire Kadic City. Su Lan was the only one he could find at night. He didn't know what was going on with these things.

As soon as Camus went out, he found that the thick fog had gradually dissipated, and the empty and quiet streets of Golden Oak appeared in Camus's sight. Seeing these rapidly dissipating fogs, Camus was even more certain that someone must be targeting him, but the other party seemed to have suddenly given up the surprise attack on him. Without time to think about it, Camus quickly ran to Hulin Street with Lacus in his arms. There were no carriages operating late at night, so he could only do this.

The lower-class streets of Caldecott were restored well because of the government's reconstruction. At least the established frameworks have made people think that the officials of Caldecott City have finally done a good thing. Most of the coolies and lost civilians in Caldecott City gathered here. Because of their existence, a large number of cheap hotels were born here. In an ordinary hotel, a man wearing a black coat, a silk hat, and his face blocked by a high collar was sitting on the bed. There was a box in front of him that was shaking wildly, and a shrill cry for help was coming from it. His voice was extremely loud, and the strange sound made the figure in front of him open his eyes, a pair of red eyes, deep red, and scary red eyes.

"Help...ah...help...ah"

The same shrill cry for help came from the box continuously. These sounds were extremely loud, but even so, people around the hotel continued to sleep, as if they could not hear these sounds.

"Hum..."

The owner of the red eyes hummed softly. He had just found Raymond Camus, but the riot of the Eternal One forced him to wake up.

"Ah... Help..." Seeing the box still beating violently and calling for help, Kogas slightly turned sideways, and thick white mist appeared beside him. The white mist enveloped the box, and the rioting box gradually calmed down and no longer made harsh sounds.

"Although the fully revived first-level seal is powerful, the awakened true spirit is too troublesome." A low and hoarse voice sounded, and Kogas looked at the box that had calmed down and shook his head slightly.