My Liver Experience in the World of Cthulhu

The priest glanced in the direction of Crown's finger and explained:

"This is a scaring bell made by the church. It does not require a bell tongue. As long as evil spirits or monsters appear nearby, the scaring bell will ring."

The old guard standing at the door felt a thump in his heart.

He was awakened last night, as if he heard the ringing of a bell, but when he listened carefully later, he heard no movement.

Nick continued: "The sound of the alarm bell is very clear and can be transmitted far away. Even if a person is sleeping soundly, he can be awakened. If an evil creature appears, residents in the church and nearby neighborhoods can hear it."

I must have heard it wrong last night. If it was really a ringtone, the priest must have heard it. The old man felt relieved when he heard this.

"Let's go, after breakfast, I'll go to your house to hold a purification ceremony."

. . . .

In the patrol team, Crown checked his belongings.

An old book on herbalism, no problem.

A bunch of keys, no problem.

A revolver, loaded with six rounds, but empty of bullets.

Crown grinned. The front of the gun was always fully loaded.

"Officer, I remember handing over a few coins when I came here."

"You must have remembered it wrong," the tall and thin patrolman said calmly, "If you have nothing else to do, you can leave."

Shaking his head, Crown quickly left the patrol team. The priest had already arrived at his home.

. . . .

Following the route in his memory, Crown jogged to the house on Skunk Street.

He took out the key, opened the door, and said, "Father, please come in quickly."

He opened the door and entered the room, suddenly feeling an indescribable cold atmosphere inside.

Nick opened the Flame Bible and began to recite the scriptures of the gods: "Where believers live, evil is far away, and filth is purified in the fire of our Lord."

Finally, he raised the Holy Emblem on his chest, and the circular nameplate glowed and became extremely hot, with light and heat radiating around.

Following the priest's movements, Crown felt the cold breath gradually dissipate.

He felt hot in his heart as he looked at the Holy Emblem that had returned to its original appearance.

People living in modern society are greatly shocked when they see real supernatural scenes.

The priest went into other rooms and repeated his actions.

After a while, all the rooms were cleaned and the two started chatting.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Open the door quickly," an anxious voice came.

Who is this? Anxious to reincarnate! Crown opened the door in confusion.

A fat, dark-faced patrolman stood at the door.

The other party looked inside and said as if seeing a savior: "Father, Captain Hull invites you to go to Tavern Street."

He walked quickly to Nick and whispered something.

I saw the priest's expression change instantly and his eyes narrowed.

"I'm leaving. Remember to collect the debt. I'll collect it in two days."

Nick said a word and left in a hurry, with the black-faced patrol officer following closely behind him.

I owe you a debt! Forced buying and selling is so natural!

Crown curled his lips and began to clean up the house.

. . . .

These greedy hyenas, filthy maggots!

Crown cursed and dropped a moldy bag of oats to the ground.

He cleaned the house and found that it had been turned upside down and all the valuable items were missing!

Even the two chairs made of red beech wood were missing.

Evil spirits are not interested in these things.

Needless to say, he must have been taken away by those patrolmen.

He walked to the small courtyard behind the room, squatted down, looked at the floor of the stove that was still full of firewood ashes, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Praise the Lord of Fire, the coffin dad saved is still there!

I dug and dug under the small stove.

Crown picked up the small medicine shovel at hand, shoveled away the firewood ash, and dug down more than ten centimeters until he found a black pottery urn.

The earthenware urn is the size of a casserole and wrapped in thick layers of linen.

Use a shovel to cut the sealing line, point the mouth downward, and pour out a small pile of golden coins with the king's profile portrait printed on them.

My predecessor’s father was the only herbalist in the town, and this was all their family’s savings.

Charming little cuties!

Crown was full of affection for the bearded man printed on the coin.

He counted thirty-six golden shields in total.

Does this auspicious number want me to run away with a bucket to escape debt?

Grinning silently, he pulled out twelve coins, put the remaining coins back into the pottery urn, sealed it, and buried it again.

Crown returned to the house and sat down, thinking about the way forward.

In my previous life, I was mediocre, living frugally and saving money, thinking about marrying a wife when I was older. Without having children, the two of them live together and support each other throughout their lives in quarrels.

Coming to a strange and magical world, and possessing a proficient golden finger, he no longer wants to live an ordinary life!

He wants to go on adventures, travel to the ends of the world, and experience different scenery in this world.

Okay, just do it, wait until you have enough strength and set off!

He will repay the priest's money, provided that he can obtain the method of that mysterious power from the other party.

Otherwise, just put it off!

As for compound interest, that’s not a problem! Running with a bucket can solve most problems, including debt!

. . . .

What are the abilities of evil spirits? The herbs and food in the house were all moldy and rotten, as if they had been in a humid environment for several months.

Crown couldn't figure it out. He pinched his nose, threw the spoiled things into the garbage pool at the street corner, and returned to the house.

How proficiency skills come from and how to possess new skills are what he is eager to experiment with.

The skills of his predecessor had already appeared in the golden wall, and he was wondering if he could use the experience of his previous life to transform into a few new skills.

As a qualified keyboard warrior, he has extensive knowledge and knows a little bit about everything.

First, he performed a set of five lightning whips to warm up.

Then he seriously practiced the first eight of the twenty-four basic Tai Chi movements.

He can only do so much.

An hour passed, and Krone, who was sweating all over, put his feet together and pressed down with his hands.

After finishing the work, the golden wall emerged.

Practice in vain!

No new skills appear.

Is it because I haven’t started yet or is it for other reasons?

Crown thought thoughtfully, ready to try a few other skills.

He found a kitchen knife, imagined that there was a wooden pile in front of him, and started chopping it seriously. During the chopping process, I also carefully considered the issue of exerting force.

I chop, chop, chop!

Half an hour passed, still in vain.

Croun found paper and pen and wrote a piece of code. He was much more serious about work than in his previous life, but he didn't succeed.

"I have heard that at one time, the Buddha was in the Solitary Garden of Sāvatthi State, together with a group of 1,250 great bhikkhus."

Staring dejectedly at the golden wall, the man who could only recite the first-grade Diamond Sutra smiled bitterly.

Maybe Buddha never came to this world either.

Now, there was only one resort he had yet to try.

In my previous life, I worked overtime until late at night and rode a small yellow car back to my rental house. After that, I had nightmares for a long time and prayed to God and Buddha to no avail.

Finally I got the answer in a small Taoist temple.

The old Taoist priest with crane hair and boyish face said that he encountered something unclean and taught him the golden light mantra and contemplation method.

He had no hope of getting these.

This spell is also available online, so of course he has tried it.

The old Taoist said that the function of chanting mantras is only to restrain the miscellaneous thoughts, so that the mental power can be truly concentrated.

Contemplation is the core. It depends on whether he has the understanding to understand the divine intention.

A dead horse is a living horse doctor. After practicing for half a month, it really worked and he no longer had nightmares.

Kroun sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands formed with golden light seals. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to adjust his emotions.

When his thoughts calmed down, he began to think about a silver-white full moon hanging not far away in front of him, illuminating his whole body.

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