Chapter 1669 Return
In the bar, everyone was reveling, the neon lights were spinning, their feet were jumping, and their 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 District for decades before dying, and want to come to the wasteland to find miracles. At the same time, they always feel great fear in this place of miracles.
People are so entangled.
Horror movies are obviously scary, but the scarier they are, the more people watch them.
For short, he is both good and fun-loving.
So they chose to numb their fears with alcohol and dancing.
Suddenly, the bar became silent.
Because, the door was opened.
Along with it came countless winds and rains.
The wind was strong and the rain was heavy.
In the wind and rain, a man wearing a cloak and a clown mask walked in.
“Clown?”
The clever bartender immediately got under the bar.
One of the laws: No matter how fierce the fight is in a bar, the safest place is under the bar.
Everyone looked at each other.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did my arrival disturb everyone's interest?" the clown said with a smile.
His voice is very childish, still childish, without any change of tone. It is obvious that he cannot be older than 9 years old.
However, his height is clearly over 1.9 meters, and he is undoubtedly a big man.
"No, no, little sir." The drunkard closest to him said tremblingly.
He felt a great sense of terror in the other party.
People who can hang out in wasteland bars would be dead long ago if their senses were not sensitive.
"Oh, in that case, please allow me to introduce to you our heavenly father and savior, Cthulhu."
Everyone was stunned, and someone was about to jump out of the window and escape.
However, the next moment, an extra tentacle appeared on the man's body and tore him off forcefully.
No one tried to escape anymore, everyone remained silent, silently waiting for the clown to preach.
“The Savior was born in a distant galaxy, too far away to imagine. It sensed our pain and traveled a long way to our planet.”
“The Savior sympathized with the weakness of mankind. It never comes into direct contact with humans and hides under the deep ocean.”
“It has the most perfect shape, with flexible tentacles, fiery red eyes, a human body, and a pair of angels behind it. Some have giant wings.”
"It can meet you in your dreams. When you are lucky enough to hear the Savior's voice, your inspiration will flow, and you will gain the most precious knowledge and truth in the world. You will be unable to wait to see the image of the Savior. Carve or draw them to show your admiration for Him.”
At this point, the clown took out one rough wood carving after another from his broad arms, like a five-year-old’s kindergarten work.
They all have the image of an octopus with a head, two wings on its back, and squatting on a platform.
The appearance is all green, with only one pair of eyes, shining red like fire.
Everyone took it with fear and surprise.
No one dared to say no.
They all felt the horror of it:
Refuse and it would disappear.
This idea appears 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 this.
“Thank you for your patience in listening. I sincerely hope that I can meet you all in the dream of the Savior.”
"Goodbye."
The clown said in a childish voice, turned and walked away.
"Great." Someone watched the clown leave and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
The next moment, the bard, the singer playing the guitar, quietly threw the carving on the seat and sneaked out of the back door of the bar.
Only he understands the true horror of this thing.
Because just after he got it, he saw the violent storm, the turbulent waves, and the huge, terrifying and shuddering figure hidden behind the turbulent waves.
This is definitely not a good god and savior: its salvation is just to let you die.
Because the easiest way to defeat fear is to die.
In the bar, more people don’t have such sensitivity.
“This thing is very powerful.” Someone said.
"Yes, I can feel that it contains the truth of this world."
"It's just that person who only told us to believe in his Savior, but didn't tell us how to pray and worship? "
"He said that we will meet in a dream in the end. Will he find out after a good sleep? ""I understand, go to bed now and give me two more bottles of rum? ! ”
Everyone was having fun again.
They were just reveling and reveling, and some people fell to the ground, snoring heavily.
Slowly, there are more and more snores, and more and more people are sleeping.
There are fewer and fewer sober people, until the bartender also falls asleep, and the whole bar has fallen asleep.
They will meet their Savior in a dream...
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The guitarist, the troubadour who had just slipped out the back door, was already driving away in the raging storm.
He looked through 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 was appearing.
Cthulhu?
What is that?
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.
He was completely covered in darkness, and his eyes were staring straight at him.
Is this the "Prophet Crow"?
Anyone who sees this crow will call out its name, because it can tell you its name with its eyes.
Then, he saw a man walking past the car, with a lark on his head.
The lark twisted the man's hair into a bird's nest and squatted in it, sleeping soundly.
As for the man, his face cannot be seen clearly.
When he was about to take a closer look, the crow cawing.
The car rolled over into a large pothole that is common on the road...
No seatbelt, neck twisted, he died.
That's it, pretty 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 kept moving forward along the light.
In front of you is a palace.
But when he entered the palace, the crow appeared again and took him away.
A low murmur came from the palace.
Can’t hear clearly.
It seems to be "where are you from?"
Damn, did you die like this?
The guitarist changed his mind again, and then he felt as if he had entered a warm, familiar place, like the quilt at home, or his mother's arms...
I'm back.
This time, he lost consciousness.
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“You’re a little older again.” Wen Rensheng said casually, looking at the crow flying back on his shoulder.
He knew that the crow ate the soul of a person who had died in vain.
This crow is not just for eating, that person should have a fragment of Gawayne's soul.
The crow suddenly said: "Thank you."
This was a girl's voice.
“Well, I can speak now, not bad.” Wen Rensheng nodded.
"You don't seem surprised at all."
"Nothing in this world should be surprising." Wen Rensheng looked up at the windy and rainy sky and walked slowly towards the bar.
No need to rush.
No matter how slowly you walk, the scene will be preserved.
Because someone wants to see it.
"Maybe so. Is that little ant still there?"
"Yes, do you want to see it?"
"No."
"Why?" Wen Rensheng wondered curiously.
The crow looked up and looked at the bird's nest on Wen Rensheng's head: "I have no hair now."
(End of this chapter)