Plague Doctor

Under the dark sky, in the huge open-air theater, hundreds of thousands of yellow-clad figures in the auditorium on all sides were silent.

This sea of ​​yellow clothes is like all the raindrops gathered here, covering every trace of air here with the breath of yellow secret symbols.

And the people who arrived here inexplicably are all in a daze.

"Oh damn..." The Jacksons, Davis and others could not say anything else except repeating this sentence.

They had no idea, but they saw that even the weirdos who had the means were surprised and had no expectation of this huge change.

Holly and other children could only stay helplessly in the arms of their parents. Some children were so frightened that they cried, but the crying only made the place more weird.

It felt like being watched by countless pairs of eyes, but also as if no pair of eyes existed.

Are those people real or fake? Is this giant stone stage virtual or real?

This question hangs in the minds of all these uncorrupted strangers, and many of them are afraid of knowing the answer. Because sometimes, this state of ignorance brings a sense of security.

The locations of each visitor were some distance apart, but they all found that some of their things had changed materials, vehicles turned into stone, guns turned into plastic, and even baseball bats turned into paper rolls... everything was going wrong.

"Hahaha! You see, my kingdom! These people are my most loyal servants, just because I am the lineage of Hastur, I am the master of Carcosa, and I will also be the master of this world! You all, kneel down before your king immediately!”

A frantic sound resounded in the sky, followed by the messy cold wind. There seems to be something special about this theater that makes the sound echo continuously.

The sound came from the middle of the huge stone stage.

"Ruoxiang, everyone!" Wu Shiyu called, and Cai Zixuan was so anxious that he scratched his head: "Squad leader, wake up, it's us."

Almost all the people standing on the opposite side have studied the scriptures to the fourth and fifth secrets. Only Lou Xiaoning, the Fourth Secretary, is still standing here, but her good left eye is also flashing with the light of struggle, and she says in a deep voice: "They have changed... They are not them anymore..."

"No, it hasn't completely changed yet." Wu Shiyu could still feel the smell of formalin, although it was very weak but still there, which showed that Wang Ruoxiang's self-awareness was still there.

"Shouldn't you be more worried about yourselves?" Zheng Jialiang was still laughing wildly, "My servants, stop them quickly, these people have hurt your king!"

Xue Ba's mind was struggling and sinking. There were no guns or decent weapons, but the power of the scriptures' spells was the power that affected them.

The dozen or so yellow-clothed figures walking in front were definitely not easy to deal with.

However, at this time, the men in yellow did not come forward. Two tall figures among them held Zheng Jialiang's shoulders and forced him to kneel on the ground.

"You, you guys..." Zheng Jialiang was stunned, looking around, but couldn't see through the two faces shrouded in cloaks. "What are you doing!" He looked up blankly at the figures in the surrounding auditorium, No movement at all...

At this time, he saw a short figure in yellow walking in front of him. He suddenly asked angrily: "Mr. Wilde, what are you doing?"

The figure he called "Mr. Wilde" was only about 1.23 meters tall, and his face was also hidden in the shadows. But if you stare closely, you can vaguely see that it is a flat, pointed and deformed head. An old and ugly face, still full of scars from scratches.

"I am a descendant of Hastur..." Zheng Jialiang said.

"You're not." A faint, hoarse voice came from the short figure.

This short figure threw a yellow secret talisman on Zheng Jialiang's head, and said hoarsely: "The throne has never belonged to you, and the crown will never be worn on your head. You are just a person who can't do anything small. Stupid people who can’t do anything well.”

"Ah..." Zheng Jialiang's eyes widened in astonishment, and anger and despair spread across his face, "Mr. Wilde, you, you..."

Wu Shiyu and Cai Zixuan frowned and looked at it, what are they doing?

It happened so fast that it was done before they even took a breath, so they didn't have time to do anything.

There was another tall and burly figure in yellow stepping forward. A hand stretched out from the ragged cloak, holding a strange-looking broadsword. The blade was also engraved with yellow secret talismans. The cold light of the blade flashed. In a flash, the strong man raised his sword and slashed at Zheng Jialiang's head, which he tried his best to raise.

Click! There were sounds of the skin and flesh of the neck tearing, bones breaking, the trachea disconnecting, and blood gushing out.

A head flew out in response, with the young face full of anger, shock, despair, and confusion, and rolled down on the stone surface with blood.

It also rolled down at the feet of Wu Shiyu and others.

After a person is decapitated, the brain will not die immediately. From the time when the blood and oxygen supply is interrupted until the brain dies, consciousness can still exist for tens of seconds, and the movement of the eyeballs can be controlled through cranial nerves that do not pass through the spinal cord.

"..." Cai Zixuan saw it at this moment. Zheng Jialiang's extremely complicated eyes moved as if to say: Save me, save me...

"I'm obviously just a member of the Recreation Department..." Wu Shiyu murmured.

Even if they knew that this person was a traitor, either Cai Zixuan or Xue Ba, they felt uncomfortable and felt numb for a moment.

Zheng Jialiang, Xiaoliang... don't seem to be entering as traitors.

Come to the magic club. This new man, who has high hopes and is loved by everyone, seems to have been eroded and tempted, heard voices, gone to dreams, and changed his will more than others, making him the person he is today.

And the man in yellow named Mr. Wilde seems to be the man behind what happened today.

These people... when they looked at the figures in yellow around them, they all felt that the danger was a hundred times more dangerous than before.

With a bang, the two men in yellow released Zheng Jialiang's headless corpse. The corpse, whose muscles were still twitching, immediately fell down, and a large pool of dark red blood flowed to the ground.

The dozen or so rebel Tianji personnel standing nearby, including Wang Ruoxiang, Gao Yu, Zhang Zuodong and others, still had expressionless faces.

It's not that they have lost their souls, it's just that their attitudes towards things are different. Zheng Jialiang's death does not cause the slightest ripple in their hearts. It would be better for this unhappy and stupid man to die as soon as possible, so that there would be less noise and crazy voices.

"Wrong hopes and excessive ambitions all have a price to pay." Mr. Wilde said in a low voice, "But there are always people who don't understand this truth."

The narrow eyes on that ugly old face were chilling.

False hope... Cai Zixuan, Lou Xiaoning, Xue Ba and others felt their hearts tightened, and something was lost in their hearts, falling into the ruins of their hearts.

Gu Jun is dead, he is indeed dead. Gu Jun died on the deserted island in the dreamland half a year ago.

Of course, that figure and that voice were not him, they were just false hopes, perhaps created by this Mr. Wilde.

Zheng Jialiang died of ambition today, and they...were they going to die of hope?

"No..." Wu Shiyu whispered, wanting to say something louder, but he still said it very softly: "No, Xian Jun is still alive..."

But she didn't know where he was, and she didn't know if this was giving everyone false hope again.

"You don't need to regard me as an enemy, because that idiot was right in some words." Mr. Wilde added, "There will be a new kingdom established in this world, and we, and you, will all be the founders of this kingdom. People, it’s just that you don’t know it yet. But you will always know it.”

The hoarse voice suddenly became louder, "You will understand!"

Suddenly, the tattered clothes of the yellow-clad figures in the auditorium on all sides clattered, a huge wave of spiritual power surged towards the stage, and the singing started again.

"The king has not come yet. But, Cassida, isn't he here?"

Mr. Wilde's short figure turned around and looked at Wang Ruoxiang who was a few steps away. His ugly face was strange and he said loudly: "Cassida, Cassida! Haven't you ever gone to Lake Harry to see the scenery there? Haven't you?" Are you singing there? Didn't your blood tell you that your name is Cassida?"

Over there, Wang Ruoxiang's eyes were filled with the same strangeness, but her clear voice was just like the female voice singing: "Mr. Wilde, where is my crown?"

At the same time, the mental power coming from all directions suppressed the members of Tianji who were still holding on.

Xue Ba, Lou Xiaoning and others who were above the third secret level lost control of their bodies one by one and knelt down helplessly.

"Ah!" For a while, only Cai Zixuan and Wu Shiyu were left. For the time being, they could barely resist kneeling, but they couldn't do anything else.

Everyone saw a figure in yellow, holding an exquisite crown and handing it to Mr. Wilde. The crown was studded with various colored gems that shone brightly.

This short figure held the crown and walked towards Wang Ruoxiang who was bending down to put it on her head.

"Squad leader, wake up..." Cai Zixuan cried sadly.

"No, no..." Wu Shiyutong felt that the formalin-scented painful struggle was getting weaker and weaker, and another wave of madness and darkness was rising.

Is this part of the ceremony? This part has not been destroyed yet.

Zheng Jialiang's role is only to push them to this point. What is really important is Wang Ruoxiang... What is important is her rebellion and her infiltration... With Wang Ruoxiang's talent and diligence, she will definitely be the first in the bureau to practice the Sixth Secret. , People of the Seventh Secret... Every practitioner after that will be influenced by her...

Wu Shiyu knew that if that tiara was put on Wang Ruoxiang's head, Wang Ruoxiang might completely change, just like Zheng Jialiang.

No matter how anxious she was, her own strength was only enough to keep her feet on the ground.

Xian Jun, Xian Jun... I must have missed him too much, otherwise why would I always feel that there is a familiar salty smell in the wind...

Love the Plague Doctor.