"..." The man twisted, and the ornaments on his neck collided with each other, making a clanging sound.
He asked in confusion, "Why are you talking about this?"
Tang Rou pressed the muzzle of the gun into his temple and knocked it, "Just say what you are told."
The man looked nervous and quickly repeated, "The fog is about to clear." After saying that, he asked again, "Is this a real gun?"
Tang Rou shot at his feet.
The laser gun didn't make that obvious sound, but it punched a dark hole in the floor at his feet. The man screamed in fright, but this movement was inconspicuous among the rioting crowd.
The entire dance floor was noisy, and everyone was panicking and making a mess because of the sudden vision.
Several tall and muscular men moved wine cabinets to block the floor-to-ceiling glass door. Some people moved sofas and chairs over and stacked them on top of each other in a futile struggle, thinking that this would protect them from those terrifying things.
A strange dark-brown creature appeared in the rain, its long feet dragging sticky mud, like a squirming smooth loach, slowly approaching in the direction of the bar.
Everyone fell into extreme panic, screaming and whimpering, crying and whimpering one after another among the crowd. Just when the monster was less than ten meters away from the door panel, its pace slowed down.
The rain stopped.
It stopped suddenly and without warning.
Those mud-like creatures are still walking on the wet streets, but without human bodies, they are just a ball of mucus, unable to form a fixed shape and unable to adapt to the movement of walking on their "feet".
Tang Rou pressed the gun against the man's temple, "Say, the temperature is rising."
"explain……"
With a click, the muzzle of the gun hit the man's head, "Remove this word, the temperature is rising."
"..." The man covered his head and repeated in a low voice, "The temperature is rising..."
"The air is getting drier."
"The air becomes dry."
The mud creatures began to retreat, their muddy footsteps no longer moving forward, and they slowly moved towards the moist darkness.
"They seem to have left!"
"...When did the rain stop? Do you feel like the fog has dispersed a little?"
From being unable to see my fingers at the beginning, now I can see the street across the street through the glass.
"Well, it does look a lot less!"
"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let them find you!"
The people standing by the glass didn't know what was going on. Several people who heard Tang Rou's conversation with the man looked at them with shocked eyes. Even the man who was pointed at the gun realized what was happening.
Isn't what is happening now what he just said?
"Have I gained superpowers?" He trembled and covered his dark lips.
Darker.
From the black and red at the beginning to the rich and rich black as if painted with dye, only a few sentences have passed.
The man's lips were so dark that there was no trace of blood, and they looked even darker than the pastor's mouth.
Aslan pulled Tang Rou's hand, "What's going on? Why is this man's mouth black?"
Tang Rou doesn't know either.
When the fog dispersed, the muddy monsters outside the window disappeared, but those crimson blood-vessel-like tentacles were still there. They were stationed on the ground, like soft blood vessels embedded in the ground.
The scarlet tentacles are motionless, like the bloody forest stationed on the earth, making people feel fear and oppression.
"Give me a mountain of gold, and a mountain of gold will appear in front of me!"
The man with the black mouth put his hands together and closed his eyes as if making a wish.
The people next to him were also shocked by these words and looked at him motionless.
A few seconds passed, and nothing changed in front of him. It was completely empty.
His friends finally relaxed and sneered at him, not forgetting to laugh at him, "Are you crazy about money?!"
"What a golden mountain! Do you really think you have super powers?"
The man persisted and said again.
"Then give me ten beauties with long hair and big breasts!"
However, the surroundings remained unchanged.
The men and women around him joked, "You've been bragging all night, so stop daydreaming like this!"
"Do you really think you have superpowers? Wake up! Those monsters just left because the rain stopped!"
"How can such a coincidence happen?" The man muttered, rubbing his hands relentlessly.
"They obviously left after I finished speaking."
"I can only say that you were lucky!"
He frowned and muttered as if he didn't believe in evil, "Weren't you all scared just now? Weren't you all looking forward to it when I made a wish?"
The men and women had gathered together and started talking and laughing, "Don't you know him yet? He talks a lot about falsehoods but not a word of truth."
"Don't say that! He opened a bottle of more expensive wine tonight!"
"Next time I treat everyone to a drink, what benefits do you expect to get from this iron rooster?"
The man with the black mouth has an ugly expression.
After being ridiculed a few times, his face was burning, he grinded his teeth, and his eyes were sinister, "If I had known you were so arrogant, I should have let those monsters come in and eat you..."
After saying that, he was startled by the black-haired woman who turned around in horror.
The other person's empty eyes were covered with a shadow, and the flying hair was like a net spread in the air.
It was clearly a soft and beautiful female face, but it made him feel unreasonably frightened.
"Why are you looking at me like this?...Ugh!"
Tang Rou covered his mouth.
However, it was too late.
Da da da da…
A strange sound sounded.
Not really in a noisy bar.
The person who was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window was the first to come back to his senses. He looked straight at the mist not far away that had not yet faded. He stretched out his hand and pointed forward tremblingly, "Look, are those things back?"
?”
At the end of the street, the looming muddy figure left and returned again.
Slowly moving in this direction.
Tiny water splashes appeared on the glass.
The rain that had disappeared started falling again.
Da da da da da…
As the atmosphere gradually stagnated, the bar became quiet. Now everyone could clearly hear the strange and tinny sound.
It sounded like some kind of multi-legged arthropod creature was quickly climbing up the wall, leaving behind a sound that made one's scalp tingle just by hearing it.
Someone trembled and said, "Why do I feel like these sounds are appearing above my head? They are not on the roof, are they?"
The roof in the center of the dance floor is made of dome-shaped glass and has no defensive capabilities. As soon as the person's voice fell, people already looked up to see it.
At a glance, he saw a huge figure appearing outside the translucent glass, with multiple legs and arthritic limbs, and oddly shaped oval wings spread out from his back.
Like an insect magnified countless times, it is extremely scary.
"Oh no, you really got it right!"
"The roof won't break, right? Isn't glass very fragile?"
Discussions continued one after another, and only a click was heard, and the glass ceiling on the dance floor shattered.
Tang Rou grabbed Aslan's hand and looked in the direction of the voices in the crowd.