Cthulhu in the Sharingan

"Spell?"

Su Chi was slightly surprised when he heard this term.

The bishop's face was a little proud, and he took out the doctrine in his hand again.

"Oh, praise the true God."

"It is the true God who gave those magical spells. We can use these wisdoms to have various wonderful abilities in a short period of time. As long as you pay a small price, you can get closer to the truth of this world."

As he said, he took out a scroll from the shelf. The expression on the bishop's face was extremely solemn, and the movements of his hands were changing rapidly.

"Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique!"

The bishop shouted loudly, and a ball of blazing flames came out of his mouth. The fireball was more than two meters high, and the scorching temperature made the air crackle.

Su Chi: "..."

Spell? Ninjutsu?

This development seemed to be getting weirder and weirder.

"Is this the spell you are talking about?" Su Chi said with some doubt.

"Yes, the spell I just cast is a fruit of the sacred tree. As long as it is not used excessively, the spell will not harm the caster."

The bishop seemed very satisfied with the expression on Su Chi's face, and he was quite proud when he said this.

"Of course, humans cannot master this kind of spell. If you change your mind one day, you can come to me."

"No need, thank you for your kindness." Su Chi rubbed his nose and asked about the business, "Mr. Bishop, you should have been here for a long time, right?"

"Four or five hundred years." The bishop thought for a while.

"Then do you know about the fire in the abandoned dormitory of No. 6 Middle School?" Su Chi asked, and then put forward a new point of view, "Will there be anything there, such as a monster in mythology?"

The bishop looked at Su Chi strangely and said, "Monster in mythology? Like the thing in the well?"

"Yes, but it should not be the same." Su Chi nodded.

"I thought you would say that thing is a strange beast. It seems that you are another investigator who is proficient in mysticism."

As if sighing, the bishop put away the doctrine in his hand, "For the sake of Brother Haijie, I can help you with divination, but it will take some time to wait for the result. There are some books about our doctrine there. You can read them to kill time."

Looking in the direction pointed by the other party, it was a very simple bookshelf, with ancient books made of parchment materials on it.

Su Chi took one casually, and it was written with five big characters [Shadow Clone Technique].

The text inside was not Japanese, nor Chinese characters, but a mysterious text that had never been seen before.

But...Su Chi could understand it strangely.

And he remembered it firmly in his mind at a glance.

Took out another book [Transformation Technique] from the bookshelf, and a scroll fell from the bookshelf, and it seemed that a corner was broken.

When Su Chi was about to squat down to pick it up, the scroll was blown by the wind and opened directly in front of his eyes.

There was a difficult-to-identify pattern on it. This was not because the painter's skills were not good, but because the existence of this pattern itself was far beyond Su Chi's knowledge. He had never seen anything similar to this pattern.

A sharp pain suddenly came from his head. Su Chi didn't even have time to scream, and he was the first to twitch and fall to the ground.

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Tick.

Tick.

It was like the sound of water dripping on a stone slab.

Standing in this black palace made of strange stones, Su Chi understood that he might have triggered inspiration again.

The temperature around was very low, like being naked in Antarctica, without even a polar bear to hug for warmth.

On both sides of the palace, countless corpses were placed in a mess. Everything here seemed to be pieced together from twisted corpses.

But these things seemed to have vitality. The expressions on those twisted faces sometimes changed.

Su Chi walked forward for a distance. He felt that his consciousness was still clear, but his head was inevitably a little groggy.

A cold wind blew, as if carrying some kind of voice, calling someone, calling Su Chi to come.

At the end of this palace, stood a man shrouded in cold fog, and his appearance and specific features could not be seen clearly.

But even so, a kind of ethereal temperament could not be obscured.

He cut off something that looked like a human arm with a knife and fork, tore off a small piece of meat, and slowly said: "You are here."

"Do you know me?"

Su Chi said in a hoarse and incomprehensible voice. He covered his mouth with his hands in astonishment, but found that he had no hands, but only wriggling tentacles.

He touched his face with the tentacles in horror, and there...

There were feather-like things.

I was wearing a red robe. Have I become the statue in the dream again?

"I have no right to interfere with the decision you made, but this dream will eventually wake up."

This man in the mist, His eyes seemed to be staring at me.

Dream?

Su Chi's heart was filled with countless questions. Just when he was about to speak, the palace began to shake violently.

Hugging the pillar tightly, Su Chi's face almost kissed the twisted corpse on it, and the red robe on his body was blown up by the cold wind.

"What are you talking about? Where is this place?" Su Chi spoke with difficulty. Every word he said seemed to consume a lot of physical strength.

"According to the agreement, I can only answer you one question. Are you sure you want to waste it on this?"

The other party cut off another piece of left leg meat and spoke slowly.

"I want to know what happened in the abandoned dormitory of No. 6 Middle School!" Su Chi said in a sudden and anxious tone. He found that his mind was getting more and more unclear.

"When did you become interested in humans?" The other party paused here and seemed to find it very interesting. "Someone performed a sacrifice there and sacrificed nearly a thousand lives with a fire. In the end, the black goat cub and the Tindalos hound ran over."

"But there is nothing to worry about. The black goat cub is dead. The Tindalos hound can only stay on Earth for about a month at most."

Su Chi wanted to continue speaking, but he opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound.

The other party seemed to say something again. The twisted corpse let out a series of wails, like singing a song of decline, but Su Chi could no longer hear it clearly.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and he suddenly opened his eyes. The scene in front of him had already changed, and he was lying on a strange bed.

Everything that had just happened was indeed in his dream again.

Rubbing his swollen head, Su Chi exhaled heavily.

There is still a month...