Dominate the Treacherous Realm

Section 71 Chapter 68 The Evil Spirit Passing By and the Evil Taste of the Traveler

　　 The blonde girl waved her hand, opened her hand with the ornately decorated feather fan to cover half of her face, and looked at Wellington with some kind of unkind eyes.

　　 After all, she brought Jenkins. Jenkins is just a small person, embarrassing him here is embarrassing her.

　　 Seeing no one objected, in a silent atmosphere, the invited writers began to tell their stories.

　　 Probably no one thought that the final story theme of this reading salon would be a horror story. Therefore, although the logic of most of the stories is fairly smooth, the content of the stories is always inseparable from the traditions of resurrection of the cemetery and evil sacrifices.

　　 But everyone still listened with gusto. In the quiet room, only the firewood in the fireplace occasionally crackled. The slightly low male or female voices told stories about the "corpse", "ghost" and "darkness".

　　 This kind of atmosphere is really immersive, even if the story is a little worse, it can be compensated by the atmosphere.

　　 But Jenkins felt that the temperature in the room was a little lower, and he twisted his body uncomfortably. After all, he caught a glimpse of Miss Hesha's attention not being on the writer in front of the fireplace, but turning his head to look out.

　　 Through the high-end embroidered knitted curtains that were not tightened, Jenkins saw a black hole looking inward.

　　 There was dead silence in his eyes.

　　 "The spirit body that happened to be passing by?"

　　 Jenkins listened to the man in front of the fireplace depicting the dampness of the cemetery at night with his expression unchanged, and wondered whether he would find a chance to make it easier again and get rid of the **** outside.

　　 A faint gray smoke permeated into the room along the cracks in the windows, and the fire light from the fireplace flickered, and the light seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.

　　 Miss Mihaier next to Jenkins raised her right hand subconsciously and covered her smooth left arm. She also felt the temperature change.

　　 Without waiting for Jenkins to act, Miss Hesha's lowered right hand banged regularly in the air, which seemed to be an unknown melody.

　　 Jenkins only saw a yellow light spot in front of her, shimmering like stars in the sky.

　　 In an instant, the gray mist and the eyes outside the window disappeared, and the burning wood in the fireplace shook a few times, making a crackling sound, as if it broke the weird atmosphere in the room.

　　 Many people took a sigh of relief, feeling that the depression that enveloped their hearts was much less, but they couldn't find a reason.

　　 Jenkins was also relieved and stopped paying attention to this matter.

　　The storytellers walked to the carpet in front of the fireplace one by one, sat down cross-legged, and returned to their positions one by one. Of course, the last one was Jenkins.

　　 He stood up, smiled at Miss Mikhail and Miss Hesha beside him, then cleared his throat and started his story.

　　 "This is a story I heard from my neighbor, Aunt Susan Spence. Her family lives in Squirrel Lane in Down Town, which is very messy."

　　 He said in a voice with a little Nolan dialect in it.

　　The young gentlemen and ladies were taken aback. The beginning of other people’s stories was mostly a long, long time ago. How could this be directly located in Nolan City?

　　 "Aunt Susan's next door is a young man studying painting at the Nolan College of Art. Aunt Susan calls him Hardy."

　　 Jenkins noticed that the light spot in front of Miss Hesha came on again, this time another one.

　　 An imperceptible sense of fear that rises from the heart suddenly appears, but it is very, very weak.

　　 This is somewhat similar to the [fear technique] he and his father encountered in the basement of the castle, but the effects of the two are worlds apart.

　　 "Do you create an atmosphere for me?"

　　 He thought so in his heart, and the stories in his mouth kept on.

　　 "Mr. Hardy has a very affectionate girlfriend. She also lives in the slums of Xiacheng District. She makes a living by washing clothes for people and sticking matchboxes."

　　 Jenkins originally wanted to say that he was a flower girl, but he stopped when he talked. The psychological shadow brought by A-01-2-0198 has not completely disappeared.

　　 "Someday."

　　 pause for a moment.

"She died, head down, and fell from the clock tower in downtown Nolan. Since there are still many ladies present, I will not describe the red and white liquid after the head shattered. ."

　　 No one spoke, but he heard a slight retching noise as expected.

"Mr. Hardy was very painful, and the police attributed the poor lady's death to suicide, which made him even more sad. On the seventh night after her death, Mr. Hardy worked diligently at home to practice painting skills. Hearing the banging sound coming from outside the door, he opened the door of the dilapidated apartment, only to see that under the red and blue moons, a vague figure disappeared in the corner of the alley together with the brass-colored steam pipe in the corner. Nolan City was a bit cold in August, and Mr. Hardy shuddered and ignored the incident."

　　 Jenkins sighed, the fire from the fireplace illuminated half of his face, while the other half was hidden in the shadows.

　　 I don't know if his story is too substituting, or Miss Hesha's ability played a role. Even if the story has just begun, the audience's faces have already produced uneasy expressions.

"For several days, every night that strange bang bang sound will sound on time. This kind of sound reminds Mr. Hardy of someone slaps the ground vigorously with the palm of his hand. This kind of sound appears more and more frequently, more and more. The denser he gets, Mr. Hardy gradually becomes uneasy. Especially, during his sleep at night, he always dreams of someone lying in front of his window watching him fall asleep."

　　 Unsurprisingly, there was a soft exclamation, Jenkins thought that the atmosphere was not bad.

　　His right hand was hanging down in the shadow of his body, and he tapped the ground lightly-[Frost Fist]!

　　 only used the minimum spirit, but the temperature has changed. Jenkins is worried about being discovered, so this change is very slight.

"Aunt Susan told me that Mr. Hardy was getting haggard during those days. He found that the figure wandering outside his house every day looked like a dead lover. One evening, in extreme panic, he made up his mind to find himself The faithful church asked for help, but the church was closed very early that night. He did not dare to stay on the street for too long, so he could only return home in a carriage.

The coachman heard about this, and he told Mr. Hardy a little "common sense": the evil spirit can only maintain the posture before death, and the poor lady was lying on the ground when she died, which means she could not bend over. . Therefore, as long as you hide under the bed, you can avoid evil spirits.

"He ran forward in a hurry, ran all the way back home, but the bang bang bang did not disappear behind him. In the end, Mr. Hardy managed to hide under the bed and he did not dare to Looking outside, I can only turn my back and hear the sound of bang bang in the darkness getting closer and closer, getting closer, and finally stopped by the bed."

　　PS: You should have heard this story, right?

　　 Another: In this serious religious world, telling Cthulhu stories will definitely be labeled as heretics, or suspected to be related to evil gods. Although judging from the life of the protagonist in the story, the church is very enlightened. But the premise is that Jenkins is the "owner" of the church. Everyone has big brains, but in this novel, the logic is not valid in publicly promoting the unknowable evil...

Section 72 Chapter 69 Demon Story (1)

　　 There was a nasty pause, and Jenkins chuckled.

　　"But fortunately, the stalker by the bed did not touch Mr. Hardy. With the banging sound from loud to small, the scared Hardy confirmed that she had left.

　　 He dared to twist his body, closed his eyes and twisted his face out of the bed. The moment he opened his eyes, he suddenly thought of something, he made a huge mistake. "

　　 There was a short silence.

　　 "Falling eyes fixed on him, that woman died backwards."

　　 There was a terrible silence in the living room. Even if Miss Hesha's abilities had been withdrawn, the sense of fear still shrouded everyone.

　　 "But there is one more question."

　　 Jenkins spoke again unexpectedly:

　　 "Since poor Mr. Hardy is dead, who brought me the end of this story?"

　　 He clapped his hands and stood up and sat back in his original position.

　　 The orange earrings are naturally owned by Jenkins, and no one would object that his story is the most "exciting" horror story. The party ended hastily after the story ended. Jenkins wondered if these young girls were too timid?

　　 Some girls didn't escape from that strange sense of horror until they left. Many people invited Jenkins to accompany them home to appease their fear, but Jenkins refused.

　　 "They have their own guards and servants."

　　 Jenkins thinks so.

　　 "Nolan city night in August, there is already a little coolness."

　　 When everyone walked out of the apartment and said goodbye one by one, Jenkins sighed suddenly, and then everyone's smile froze.

　　 The owner of the apartment is the little Wellington. As the owner, he will naturally send everyone away at the door.

　　 And just after everyone's carriages drove away, an elegant black and white kitten walked out of the shadow on the street. It first turned towards the owner of the apartment, Little Wellington with a flabby meow, and then chased after Jenkins' carriage that had disappeared into the darkness.

　　 Let the servants go and clean up the house first. Young Wellington stood alone on the empty street, bent down, and bowed respectfully to the kitten who was leaving. He raised his head, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his eyes flashing with black flames.

"It's interesting."

The sentence 　　 is not the lingua franca of the Kingdom.

(Dividing line)

　　 "You are really bad-hearted."

　　 Sitting on the carriage, Miss Mihail laughed and teased Jenkins.

　　Because it is not daytime, there will always be people gossiping when one man and two women are sitting on the carriage, so there is a maid in costume sitting next to Jenkins.

　　 The carriage was moving along the dark avenue towards Privet Road. They wanted to send Jenkins home first.

　　 "Some people are really annoying. It's okay to give a lesson."

　　 "But my friends are shocked."

　　 "That's really sorry, do you need me to write an apology to those ladies?"

　　Miss Mihaier raised her eyebrows.

　　 "It's not necessary to apologize. But just now they invited you to **** them home. Why didn't they agree? This is not a gentleman's behavior."

　　 "Don't they have their own guards? And it's so late, others will gossip."

　　 Jenkins said, this is his true thoughts.

　　 "Do you really think so?"

　　 Miss Mihail asked with a smile, but Jenkins thought she might have other meanings.

"Yup."

　　Miss Mihaier's face immediately showed a pity expression.

　　 "That Mr. Wellington, is there any contradiction with me?"

　　 He asked this question unexpectedly and bluntly.

"It is not my fault."

　　Miss Mihaier shook her head with a sorry expression.

　　 "Everyone always has some friends and some enemies. Although Daniel Wellington looks handsome and has an extraordinary family, there will always be people who hate him."

　　 "Then I understand."

　　 Jenkins nodded knowingly, this is a very old story.

　　 "I didn't expect him to use these little tricks in front of such a friend. I'm really sorry."

　　 Taking advantage of the conversation between the two, some trembling female voices suddenly sounded.

　　 "Mr. William, may I ask, is the story you just told is true?"

　　 Since getting on the carriage, Miss Hesha, who has not spoken, asked softly. At this time, Jenkins couldn't tell whether this was acting, or he was really scared.

　　 "Fake, swear to the goddess this is fake!"

　　 He hasn't been so frivolous enough to frighten familiar adult girls casually.

　　 "Hathaway has little courage."

　　Miss Mihaier kindly combed her companion's long red hair with her hands, and the maid beside Jenkins immediately coughed heavily.

　　 "It's okay, I think Mr. Williams, he shouldn't be that kind of staid person."

　　 She chuckled, and Jenkins turned to look at the dim street outside the car, without commenting.

　　 "Hehe~"

　　 covered her mouth again and chuckled, and continued self-consciously: "Hathaway is afraid of even old stories like demons, she is like that."

　　 "Demon?"

　　 Jenkins heard this familiar vocabulary again. From the memory of the original owner, he could search for weird and strange stories circulating in this world, including many about demons. Like the world before the journey, this world also has the common sense that "you can't sign any contract with the devil or the devil". There are many such warnings in the bedtime stories.

　　 For example, during the famine years, in order to save younger brothers and sisters, brave teenagers took the initiative to find demons and sold their souls in exchange for the happiness of their brothers and sisters. The result was naturally...

　　 was taken aback, his thoughts were completely disrupted. Looking at the street view outside the window, the city was completely silent, and Jenkins suddenly said:

　　 "Please let me down here. I want to walk by myself. I haven't seen the night view of Nolan City for a long time."

　　 "But here is the distance from Privet Road..."

"It's ok."

　　 Jenkins shook his head, narrowed his eyes, and tightly held the [Spirit Strike Stick] in his right hand.

　　Since Jenkins insisted, Miss Mikhail could only agree to this request. The maid asked the coachman to stop immediately, and Jenkins nodded to the two noble girls and was about to get out of the car.

　　 "Mr. William, thank you very much for joining our party."

　　Miss Mihaier said to him.