Mystery Makes Me Strong

Chapter 1670: return

In the bar, the crowd was revelling, the neon lights were spinning, the footsteps were trampling, and the hair was swaying.

Everyone is venting their dissatisfaction with life and the horror of the wasteland.

They are not willing to live peacefully in the nine-star area for decades and then die. They want to come to the wasteland to find miracles, and they always feel great fear in this miracle land.

People, that's how tangled.

Horror movies are obviously scary, but the more scary they are, the more people watch them.

In short, they are both dishes and fun.

So they choose to numb their fears with alcohol and dancing.

Suddenly, the bar fell silent.

Because the door was opened.

With it, there are countless winds and rains.

Strong winds and heavy rains.

In the wind and rain, walked into a man in a cloak and a clown mask.

"clown?"

The clever bartender immediately got under the bar.

One of the laws: In a bar, no matter how fierce the battle is, the safest place is under the bar.

Everyone looked at each other.

"Oh, sorry, did my arrival disturb everyone's interest?" the clown smiled.

His voice is very immature, still childish, without any changes, it is obvious that he will never be older than 9 years old.

However, his height is clearly over 1.9 meters, and he is a big man without a doubt.

"No, no, little sir." The alcoholic who was closest to him said tremblingly.

He felt a great terror on the other side.

Anyone who could hang out in a wasteland bar would be dead long ago if they didn't feel sensitive.

"Oh, in that case, allow me to introduce to you, our heavenly Father and Savior, Cthulhu."

Everyone was stunned, and some people were about to jump out of the window to escape.

However, the next moment, an extra tentacle appeared on the man's body, which ripped him off abruptly.

No one tried to escape again, and everyone was silent, waiting for the clown to preach.

"The Savior was born in a galaxy far, far away beyond imagination. It sensed our pain and traveled long distances to our planet."

"The Savior has pity on the weakness of human beings, never in direct contact with people, hiding under the deep ocean."

"It has the most perfect form, with flexible tentacles, fiery red eyes, a human body, and a pair of giant wings like an angel behind it."

"It can meet you in a dream, and when you are fortunate enough to hear the voice of the Savior, your inspiration will spring, and you will gain the most precious knowledge and truth in this world. You will be impatient for the image of the Savior Sculpt or paint it to show your worship of Him."

Speaking of which, the clown took out one rough woodcut after another from his generous arms, like the kindergarten works of a five-year-old child.

They are uniformly the image of an octopus head, with wings on its back, and sitting on a platform.

The appearance is all green, only a pair of eyes, flashing red light like fire.

The crowd took it in fear and surprise.

No one dared to refuse.

They all felt the horror on it:

Rejection will disappear.

This idea comes up instinctively, just like if you don’t eat, you will starve to death, if you don’t drink water, you will die of thirst, even an unconscious baby understands it.

"Thank you for your patience, and I sincerely hope to meet you in the Savior's dream."

"goodbye."

The clown said in a childish voice, turned and walked away.

"Great." Someone watched the clown leave and couldn't help but sighed in relief.

The next moment, the bard, the guitar-playing singer, quietly dropped the carving on the seat and sneaked away from the back door of the bar.

Only he understood the real horror of this thing.

Because just after he started, he saw violent storms, turbulent waves, and a huge, terrifying, trembling figure hidden behind the turbulent waves.

It's definitely not some kind of good **** and savior: it's saving you only to die.

Because the easiest way to overcome fear is to die.

In the bar, more people do not have such sensitivity.

"This thing is very powerful." Someone said.

"Yeah, I can feel that it contains the truth of this world."

"Just that person who only told us to believe in his Savior, but didn't say how to pray and worship?"

"He said that he would meet in a dream at the end, will he know after a good night's sleep?"

"Understood, go to bed now, and give me two more bottles of rum!"

The crowd rejoiced.

It was just a revelry, and someone fell to the ground with a heavy snoring sound.

Slowly, there were more and more snores, and more and more people fell asleep.

There were fewer and fewer sobers, until the bartender also fell asleep, and the whole bar was asleep.

They will meet their Saviour in a dream...

…………

The guitarist, the bard who had just slipped through the back door, had already driven away in the storm.

He looked in the rearview mirror and saw that the lights in the bar were going out.

Over the bar, in the wind and rain, a huge shadow is emerging.

Cthulhu?

What it is?

Could it be the source of the storm he predicted?

Thinking like this, he suddenly saw a crow appearing on the front of his car.

His body was pitch black, his eyes fixed on him.

Is this a "prophet crow"?

Anyone who sees this crow will call out its name because it can tell you its name with its eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a man passing by next to the car, and there was a lark on the man's head.

The lark twisted the man's hair into a bird's nest, crouched in it and slept soundly.

As for the man, he couldn't see his face clearly.

When he was about to take a closer look, the crow made a "quack" sound.

The car rolled over into a big hole commonly found on the road...

Without a seat belt, his neck twisted and he died.

That's it, good.

He thought to himself, and then a huge, trembling figure flashed in his mind.

Then he felt a channel of light appear, and he followed the light and kept moving forward.

In front of you is a palace.

Just as he stepped into the palace, the crow appeared again and took him away.

There was a low murmur in the palace.

I can not hear you.

Seems to be "whereareyoufrom?"

Damn, just died like this?

The guitarist changed his mind again, and then he felt as if he had entered a warm and familiar place, which seemed to be the bed at home, and seemed to be the arms of his mother...

I'm back.

This time, he lost consciousness.

…………

"You're a little older." Wen Rensheng said casually, looking at the crow flying back from his shoulders.

He knew that the crow ate the soul of a dead man.

This crow is not something to eat casually, that person should have Gavin's soul fragment.

The crow suddenly said, "Thank you."

It's a girl's voice.

"Well~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I can talk, not bad." Wen Rensheng nodded.

"You don't seem strange at all."

"It's not surprising what happens in this world." Wen Rensheng looked up at the stormy sky and walked slowly towards the bar.

Don't be in a hurry.