In the bar, everyone was reveling, the neon lights were spinning, their feet were jumping, and their hair was swaying.
Everyone is venting their dissatisfaction with life and their horror of the wasteland.
They are not willing to live peacefully in the Nine-Star District for decades and then die. They want to come to the wasteland to find miracles,&bsp&bspAt the same time, they always feel great fear in this place of miracles.
People are so confused.
Horror movies are obviously scary, but the scarier they are, the more people watch them.
In short, he is both good and fun-loving.
So they chose to numb their fears with alcohol and dancing.
Suddenly, the bar fell silent.
Because, the door was opened.
Along with it,&bsp&bspthere are countless winds and rains.
There were strong winds and heavy rain.
In the wind and rain, a man wearing a cloak and a clown mask walked in.
"clown?"
The clever bartender immediately got under the bar.
One of the laws is that in a bar, no matter how fierce the fight is, the safest place is under the bar.
Everyone looked at each other in shock.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did my arrival disturb everyone's interest?" the clown said with a smile.
His voice is very immature, still childish, and has no change of tone. It is obvious to hear that he is definitely no older than he is.
However, his height is clearly over 1.9 meters, and he is undoubtedly a big man.
"No, no, little sir." The drunkard closest to him said tremblingly.
He felt a great sense of terror in the other party's body.
People who can hang out in wasteland bars would be dead long ago if their senses were not sensitive.
"Oh, in that case, please allow me to introduce to you our heavenly father and savior, Cthulhu."
Everyone was stunned, and someone was about to jump out of the window and escape.
However, the next moment, an extra tentacle appeared on the man's body and tore him off forcefully.
No one tried to escape anymore, and everyone remained silent, waiting silently for the clown to preach.
"The Savior was born in a distant galaxy, too far away to be imagined. He sensed our pain and traveled a long way to our planet."
"The Savior has mercy on the weakness of human beings. He never comes into direct contact with people and hides under the deep ocean."
"It has the most perfect shape, with flexible tentacles, fiery red eyes, a human body, and a pair of giant wings on its back that only angels can have."
“It can meet you in your dreams. When you are lucky enough to hear the Savior’s voice,&bsp&bspYour inspiration will well up,&bsp&bspYou will get the most precious knowledge and truth in the world. You will be eager to hear the Savior’s voice.
Carve or paint an image of Him to show your worship of Him.”
Having said this, the clown took out one rough wood carving after another from his broad arms, like a five-year-old's kindergarten work.
They all have the image of an octopus with a head, two wings on its back, and squatting on a platform.
The appearance is all green, except for one pair of eyes, which are shining red like fire.
Everyone took it with fear and surprise.
No one dares to refuse.
They all felt the horror of it
Reject and it will disappear.
This idea appears instinctively, just like if you don't eat, you will starve to death, if you don't drink water, you will die of thirst. Even an unconscious baby understands it.
"Thank you for your patience in listening. I sincerely hope that I can meet you all in the dream of the Savior."
"goodbye."
The clown said in a childish voice, turned and walked away.
"Great." Someone watched the clown leave and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
The next moment, the bard and guitar-playing singer quietly threw the carving on the seat and sneaked out of the back door of the bar.
Only he understands the true horror of this thing.
Because just after he got it, he saw violent storms, turbulent waves, and a huge, terrifying, and shuddering figure hidden behind the turbulent waves.
This is definitely not the salvation of a good god and savior, it just makes you die.
Because the easiest way to overcome fear is to die.
In the bar, more people don't have such sensitivity.
"This thing is very powerful." Someone said.
"Yes, I can feel that it contains the truth of this world."
"That person only told us to believe in his Savior, but he didn't tell us how to pray and worship?"
"He said that we would meet in a dream in the end. Will he find out after a good sleep?"
"I understand, go to bed now and get me two more bottles of rum!"
Everyone reveled again.
They were just reveling and reveling, and some people fell to the ground, snoring heavily.
Slowly, the snoring became more and more frequent, and more and more people fell asleep.
There are fewer and fewer sober people, until the bartender also falls asleep and the whole bar has fallen asleep.
They will meet their Savior in their dreams...
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The guitarist, the troubadour who had just slipped out the back door, was already driving away in the storm.
He looked through the rearview mirror and saw the lights in the bar going out.
Above the bar, in the wind and rain, a huge shadow was appearing.
Cthulhu?
What it is?
Could it be the source of the storm he predicted?
Thinking like this, he suddenly saw a crow appearing on the front of his car.
His whole body was dark, and his eyes were staring straight at him.
Is this the "Prophet Crow"?
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 next to the car. There was a lark on the man's head.
The lark arranged the man's hair into a bird's nest and squatted in it, sleeping soundly.
As for the man, I couldn't see his face clearly.
When he was about to take a closer look, the crow cawing.
The car overturned into a large pothole that is common on the road...
There was no seat belt, his neck was twisted, and he died.
That's it, pretty good.
He thought to himself, and then a huge, trembling figure flashed in his mind.
Then he felt a channel of light appear, and he kept moving forward along the light.
In front of you is a palace.
But when he stepped into the palace, the crow appeared again and took him away.
A low murmur came from the palace.
I can not hear you.
It seems to be "where&bsp&bspare&bsp&bspyou&bsp&bspfro?"
Damn it, did you die like this?
The guitarist changed his mind again, and then he felt as if he had entered a warm, familiar place, like the quilt at home, or his mother's arms...
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 on his shoulder and said casually.
He knew that the crow ate the soul of a person who died in vain.
This crow is not just something to eat, that person should have a fragment of Gawayne's soul.
Crow suddenly said, "Thank you."
This is a girl's voice.
"Well, I can speak now, which is good." Wen Rensheng nodded.
"You don't seem surprised at all."
"No matter what happens in this world, there is no need to be surprised." Wen Rensheng looked up at the stormy sky and walked slowly towards the bar.
No need to rush.
No matter how slowly you walk, the scene will be preserved.
Because someone wants to see it.
"Maybe that's the case. Is that little ant still there?"
"Here, do you want to see it?"
"No."
"Why?" Wen Rensheng asked curiously.
The crow looked up and looked at the bird's nest on Wen Rensheng's head, "I have no hair now."
