Mystery Makes Me Strong

Chapter 1669 Return

In the bar, everyone is reveling, neon lights are spinning, footsteps are bouncing, and hair is swaying.

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

They are unwilling to live peacefully in the Nine Star District for decades before dying, and want to come to the wasteland to find miracles, and they always feel great fear in this place of miracles.

Humans are so confused.

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

Short for short, he is both foody and playful.

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

Suddenly, the bar fell silent.

Because, the door was opened.

Come in with it, there are countless winds and rains.

There was a strong wind and heavy rain.

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

"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 in blank dismay.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did my arrival disturb everyone's interest?" The clown asked with a smile.

His voice is very immature, still a child's accent, without any change in pronunciation, it is obvious that he will never be more than 9 years old.

However, his height was clearly more than 1.9 meters, so he was undoubtedly a big man.

"No, no, Mr. Little." The alcoholic closest to him said tremblingly.

He felt a great terror in the opponent.

People who can hang out in the wasteland bar, if they are not sensitive, they would have died long ago.

"Oh, in this case, please 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 and escape.

However, at the next moment, an extra tentacle appeared on the man's body, tearing him off forcefully.

No one tried to escape any more, each of them remained silent, silently waiting for the clown to preach.

"The Savior was born in a galaxy far, far beyond imagination. He felt our pain and traveled a long way to our planet."

"The Savior is merciful to the insignificance of human beings. He never has direct contact with people and hides under the deep ocean."

"It has the most perfect shape, flexible tentacles, fiery red eyes, a body that resembles a human, and a pair of giant wings that only angels have on its back."

"It can meet you in a dream. When you are lucky enough to hear the voice of the Savior, your inspiration will spring up, and you will get the most precious knowledge and truth in this world. You can't wait to share the image of the Savior Sculpt or paint it to show your adoration for Him."

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

They are all octopus heads, with wings on their backs, squatting on a platform.

They are all green on the outside, with only a pair of eyes shining red like fire.

Everyone took it in fear and surprise.

No one dared to refuse.

They all felt the terror upon it:

Deny it and it goes away.

This idea appeared instinctively, just like starving to death if you don’t eat, or dying of thirst if you don’t drink water, even an unconscious baby understands it.

"Thank you for listening patiently. I sincerely hope that I can meet you in the dream of the Savior."

"goodbye."

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

"Great." Someone watched the clown leave and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The next moment, the bard, the singer who played the guitar, quietly dropped the sculpture on the seat, and sneaked away from the back door of the bar.

Only he can understand the true horror of this thing.

Because right after he got it, he saw violent storms, turbulent waves, and a huge, fearful, trembling figure hidden behind the turbulent waves.

This is definitely not some good god and savior: it saves, just let you die.

Because the easiest way to overcome fear is to die.

In bars, more people don't have such sensitivity.

"This thing is very powerful." Someone said.

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

"It's just that man who only told us to believe in his savior, but didn't say how to pray and worship?"

"He said that we will meet in a dream in the end, will he know after a night of sleep?"

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

The crowd reveled.

Just reveling and reveling, someone fell to the ground, snoring heavily.

Slowly, there were more and more snoring noises, and more and more people were sleeping.

There were fewer and fewer sober people, until the bartender followed suit, and the entire bar had fallen asleep.

They will meet their savior in their dreams...

…………

The guitarist, the minstrel who had just slipped out the back door, had driven away in a raging storm.

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

Above the bar, amidst the wind and rain, a huge shadow is appearing.

Cthulhu?

What it is?

Could it be the source of the storm he predicted?

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

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

Is this "Prophet Raven"?

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 walking by the car, with a lark on his head.

The lark coiled the man's hair into a bird's nest, squatting in it and sleeping soundly.

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

When he was about to take a closer look, the crow quaked.

The car rolled into a big pothole that is common on the road...

Without a seat belt, with a twisted neck, he died.

That's it, it's fine.

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

Then he felt a passage of light appear, and he followed that light and kept moving forward.

In front of you is a palace.

But when 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.

It seems to be "where are you from?"

Damn, he just died like this?

The guitarist changed his mind again, and then he felt as if he had entered a warm and familiar place, like the bed at home, or the embrace of his mother...

I'm back.

This time, he lost consciousness.

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

He knew that the crow ate the soul of an unjustly dead man.

This crow was not eaten casually, that person should have Gawayne's soul fragment.

Crow suddenly said, "Thank you."

It's a girl's voice.

"Well, it's good to be able to talk." Wen Rensheng nodded.

"You don't seem surprised at all."

"You don't have to be surprised what happens in this world." Wen Rensheng looked up at the stormy sky and walked slowly towards the bar.

Don't rush.