The Modern Age of the Mysterious

A series of changes in clothes and body, matched with the blood-stained maid mask on her face, Catherine has turned into an evil spirit.

Her skin became bruised and corpse spots appeared. This change was obviously terrifying, but it reassured Sean. He explained to Moonlight and Henry: "This is Catherine's acting, she is acting."

"Acting?" Moonlight's eyes widened, "Acting skills are so realistic?"

At this time, Catherine had stopped moving, her hair was drooping, and her forehead was against the upper part of the steering wheel. Due to the influence of resentment, the street lights above the head kept flickering.

If someone passed by at this time and saw Catherine sitting in the car, the passerby would definitely be scared to death.

The "Evil Spirit" suddenly said: "I absorbed a certain amount of resentment, and used spiritual power to continuously simulate resentment." Catherine's voice changed, becoming a nightmare-like dry female voice, and the tone was very vicious. "My identity at the moment is the evil spirit of New York City, the fallen explorer Bloody Lisa.

"The three of you are the three rookies under my hypnosis control.

"I went to Undercurrent Street this time to sell the souls and bodies of the three of you at a good price..."

After speaking, Catherine actually laughed like a crow chirping. That kind of laughter seemed to come from the depths of a nightmare.

Henry was bluffed by Catherine's acting skills. His whole body was tense, his hand had already touched the poker card at his waist, and he asked Sean with wide eyes, "Xiao, can we trust her?!"

Sean himself was also a little uneasy, but he had seen Catherine played many times, he tried his best to suppress his unease due to his instinctive reaction, and pressed his hand: "Don't worry, Catherine is the real identity, this is really just acting !"

Moonlight was too excited, got up from the back seat, poked her fingers on Catherine's clothes and hair, held it for a while, and said her sigh: "How are you, I like it!"

Catherine coughed twice and said in a low voice, "Be serious, don't interfere with my participation in the play!"

Catherine, also known as "Bloody Lisa", looked around the three men with crazy and **** eyes, and said seriously: "Remember, this performance in Undercurrent Street is a one-shot, no rehearsal! The price of calling cards is... …die!"

The three's expressions froze, and Moonlight also got out of that obsessive state.

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The car continues to drive. Henry sat in the back seat and glanced at Catherine from time to time, who was full of resentment, and was obviously a little uneasy—human beings' unease about resentment-like evil things came from instinct.

About five minutes later, the vehicle arrived at Thirteenth Avenue.

I don't know if it's Sean's illusion. The street lights on this street are particularly dim, and the light seems to be suppressed by something invisible.

Moonlight squinted and looked out of the car window: "It's a bit evil here..."

After reading the mission materials before, Sean and Moonlight learned that there have been several bizarre and terrifying incidents on this avenue, so only poor people who can't afford high rents and have nowhere to go dare to live here.

The poor living environment makes this place even more terrifying.

The four-person vehicle was driving slowly on Thirteenth Avenue. Catherine suddenly began to sing a nursery rhyme. The sound of the nursery rhyme seemed to penetrate the carriage and floated in the night sky.

"Fenglin Avenue is wide,

George the long road,

The road is wide and long,

Leading to Huangquan Township.

……

The street lights illuminate the fog on the street,

Shadows are wandering in the fog.

The street lights illuminate the sky and the moon,

The moon in the sky is flustered.

The street lights illuminate the passers-by,

One has no head, the other has an open chest..."

Although Sean knew that this was a secret word for entering the Undercurrent Street, the three men including him couldn't help but feel a chill when they heard the nursery rhyme. They erected their collars involuntarily. All God on alert.

The fog on the street was getting heavier and heavier, the nursery rhyme continued, and the car plunged into the thick fog as thick as water.

Sean has experienced this, and he thought it would not have any impact on him.

In the dark fog where she could not see her fingers, Catherine continued to sing nursery rhymes with a hoarse voice, as if she was driving down a slope. Although Catherine released the accelerator, the car rushed faster and faster, forcing Catherine to tap the brakes to control the speed of the car.

The ground became bumpy, and Catherine had to hold the steering wheel with all her might to keep driving in a straight line.

"Do you have to drive in the fog for so long?!" Sean remembered that when the driver George brought himself into the spiritual room of the Central Avenue, it only took a few seconds to pass through the thick fog.

But now, their car had been driving downhill in dense fog for a few minutes, and it was still unclear what was ahead.

"Down deeper... in the spiritual world? This depth is really like going straight to the depths of the world..."

Although Sean could control his mind and wouldn't be overly nervous, his whole body couldn't stop shaking. He turned to look at the other two teammates, who were also shaking as if they had encountered severe cold.

"This is a normal reaction to entering the deep spiritual realm." She still hadn't dashed out of the thick fog, but Catherine had already stopped the car.

She turned her head and shouted in a threatening tone unique to evil spirits: "You guys! Don't panic later, don't run away, you have to follow me obediently as if you were hypnotized by me, do you understand?"

The three nodded.

Bloody Lisa turned to Sean, squinting, a **** stench from her mouth: "Especially you..."

Sean closed his eyes, remembered his past mistakes, and nodded sincerely.

"get off!"

After getting out of the car, Catherine wrapped a rusty chain around the hands of the three of them, and she held one end, as if she was a livestock dealer.

The vicious-smelling chain made Yueguang's wrist tingle. He raised his head and asked, "Do you have to use this to lock it?"

Hearing that her prey dared to ask questions, Catherine turned her head and stared at the moonlight like a beast, roaring furiously, filth sprayed from her lips and teeth—she is no longer Captain Catherine.

Moonlight quickly lowered his head, imagining that he was hypnotized, and looked at the ground with dull eyes.

Catherine checked the status of the three teammates one by one with stern eyes, holding the chain in one hand and shaking a large copper-green cow bell in the other.

Jingle, Jingle.

In the dead silence, the sound of bells rang out, which was very strange.

Sean lined up behind Henry, keeping his eyes slack and dull.

They were walking in the thick fog. But at this time, it was different from the milky water bottom just now - Sean could see blue-yellow rays of light in the fog above, which were street lamps emitting a strange glow.

Under the street lamp, Sean could see many gray figures walking aimlessly, with a mournful cry in his throat.

Continuing to walk forward, the thick fog gradually dissipated, and under the lead of Catherine, they walked into a damp, cold, stench, and inhumane street.

The blood-colored neon flickered, reflecting on the fetid stagnant water.

There was a strange scream from an unknown object in the distance.

The environment here is very strange, the temperature is not low, but it makes people shiver uncontrollably.

Out of the corner of the eye, Sean saw two strangely-shaped objects approaching from the side.

A pig that seemed to be standing upright and had been dead for a long time, but the head was gone. It was heavily decomposed, its pale limbs stitched together with sutures and rusted wire, and it carried a spiked iron rod in its hands.

The other is a dwarf with an old man's face, with a crying baby's face on its face, and a weirdly small head. The belly is open, and the turquoise... viscera is held in the thin hands.

Sean wanted to vomit, but held back.

"The janitor..." He had a dull face, thinking in his heart, "A fairly strong evil spirit, above the Queen level, can't beat..."

Catherine, unkempt, covered in blood, and exuding resentment, somehow fits the style of the two janitors.

She tossed the chain, mumbled for a while, and continued to walk forward.

The janitors don't have the ability to communicate, but the little bit of thinking they have left knows what's going on, so there is no "colleague~www.wuxiaspot.com~" Sean can feel the stitched pig corpse and the dwarf old man staring at him. The three of them looked like hungry wolves staring at three chickens.

Catherine led the three of them to walk slowly past the gatekeeper. Sean's eyes continued to remain dull, looking at the back of Henry's head. He wanted to shiver and vomit again, but he held it back with all his might, which just made his walk seem stiff and weird.

There seems to be a weakening effect on the strength of the soul in the deep spiritual realm. Sean couldn't help imagining all kinds of terrifying situations-Henry suddenly had a mental breakdown and couldn't stop running into the thick fog. The huge mace directly knocked him into pieces. minced meat...

But fortunately, Henry seemed to be shaking slightly, but he was still performing hard.

Just as Sean was a little fortunate and seemed to have passed the first level, he saw the pig corpse beside him suddenly approaching from the corner of his eye.

Although he didn't look directly, he could see that a long, fat, blue-purple tongue rose into the sky from where it should have been the neck, and drooped on the stomach.

It was standing next to Henry. I don't know if he was hallucinating or not, Sean felt that Henry had an invisible cold war.

The strong smell rushed in, and Sean tried his best to control himself not to vomit, thinking, "I'm so stupid, what is this pig doing?"

The mucus-filled tongue was raised like a python...

"I'm grass, isn't it?"

The cold tongue scratched Henry like a sponge dipped in mucus—although the gatekeeper wouldn't **** the prey, it couldn't help but salivate.

Sean felt that Henry was about to faint, and stumbled.

For a moment, he felt that Henry was really going to collapse to the ground, but the "poker man" controlled his limbs with tenacious willpower, and he still walked forward sluggishly.

Sean breathed a sigh of relief, but he saw the pig corpse beside him...