Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 536

[Chapter 534 Night Hunting]

In front of this incomprehensible horror scene, the man froze for a second or two, then suddenly let out a loud cry, threw the wine glass frantically, and dodged aside.

The glass fell to the ground and shattered in an instant, the remaining liquid spilled on the floor like blood, every drop of liquid seemed to have a slight fire and a gloomy and majestic face in an instant, the man staggered back, almost He tripped over the sofa beside him and finally stood up while holding on to the wall beside him.

Panting heavily, he stared at the broken glass and liquid on the ground, his heart was beating like it was about to explode, and the symbiotic soot jellyfish wandered blindly in the nearby air, gradually shrinking into a strange shape round ball.

The terrible reflection had disappeared from the broken glass and liquid on the ground. What happened just now seemed to be just a horrifying illusion. The man struggled to breathe, trying to calm himself down by inhaling more fresh air. A firm delusion gradually emerged from the bottom of my heart, maybe it was really just an illusion, maybe I was just too nervous…

“It’s all hallucinations, it’s all hallucinations… it’s the mental inaccuracy after encountering the influence of the subspace… He muttered to himself quickly, imposing psychological hints on himself while drawing power from the symbiotic deep demon body, building a spiritual protection, “Stop associations, stop memories, avoid connection, avoid connection… The Holy Lord descends Asylum, let me live forever in the deep, the Holy Lord descends…”

“I appreciate your optimism,” a voice came into his ears, “but blind optimism can’t solve the problem-relax, I just want to get rid of it You have some information here.”

The man suddenly stopped praying, and the voice in his ears was like a terrifying whisper from the subspace, which seemed to clenched his mind tightly, and he slowly turned his neck in stiffness, looking In the direction where the sound came from, I saw that it was the glass on the wine cabinet – a dark green flame was quietly burning in the glass, and the ghost returning from the sub-space was reflected in the flame.

“Go away!”

A surge of courage did not know where it came from, and the Annihilation Cultist suddenly became ruthless, waving his hand to absorb the power of the smoke jellyfish, and threw a dirty and dark corroded sphere towards the wine cabinet, accompanied by a loud bang, the whole The wine cabinet was blown to pieces by this energy group, and glass shards scattered in the room.

However, before those fragments fell to the ground, the terrifying figure appeared again on a mirror in the corner of the room: “Have you vented enough? If it is enough, let’s have a good talk.” The cultists in the room finally discovered the

pattern— — is a mirror.

Naya space ghosts can invade here through the mirror!

In the next second, the man smashed the mirror in the corner of the room without hesitation, and then crazily smashed the glass ornaments on the nearby shelf and everything that could produce a mirror within his sight!

The sharp sound of glass shattering resounded in the room one after another. Those who could be smashed were smashed, and those that could not be smashed were covered with newspapers, clothes or anything else they could find. Fear turned into anger, and anger turned into false courage. , the cultists acted quickly under the support of this “courage”, blocking and destroying all the “medium” in the room that could cause the subspace ghost to “fall”, and during the whole process, the rising ghostly green The flames and the ghastly figures that flashed past in the mirror haunted him almost all the time.

There are always new mirrors, always new voices, and always new faces that come into view, gazing gloomily at themselves.

But after an unknown period of time, this terrible entanglement finally gradually subsided.

The man destroyed or covered almost everything in the room that might reflect things, and blocked all the windows with thick curtains. With the last glass vase he threw into the trash can, the building once again sank. Dead silence.

Darkness has already fallen outside the house, but in the room there is only the faint light of the oil lamp, and the terrifying green has faded from the flame at some point. The heretics in the room are standing in the middle of this mess, panting heavily, At the same time, he was alert to the darkness and silence that surrounded him.

It really doesn’t seem like there will be any more.

Even the soot jellyfish that lives with him has calmed down, but it looks a little sluggish, and the smog floating all over his body is also very thin and dim. It seems that he has consumed so much in the confrontation just now that it is difficult to maintain his shape in reality.

The man stood silently in this darkness for a long time, as if carefully judging something. After a long time, he slowly exhaled, reached out and grabbed the black coat thrown on the sofa, and quickly put it on body.

There was a lot of movement in the room just now, which may have attracted the attention of the neighbors. Although in such a relatively remote neighborhood, the sheriff’s response has always been slow, but as long as someone reports it, there is still a chance that trouble will come to the door.

What’s more, this room has been stared at by the ghost of the Naya space, and it is no longer safe-destroying and blocking the mirror in the room is just to block the channel for the ghost to “come down”, but it is impossible to fundamentally eliminate the ghost. Influence.

Now the ghost is temporarily blocked from the real world by himself, before the sheriff reacts, before the ghost finds a way to invade here again, the only correct choice is obviously to leave here as soon as possible.

The man had quickly planned his next move. He put on his coat, concealed his symbiotic demon, and then walked towards the door.

But before leaving the room, he stopped suddenly and looked at the pile of debris covered in many newspapers and rags in the center of the room.

He thought for a while, then waved his hand and threw a cloud of dark energy—newspapers and rags were blown away, and a large pile of broken mirrors and glass that had been covered before were scattered on the floor, giving off a cold and ominous look in the dimness of brilliance.

“It’s better to have someone report it.”

The man smiled in satisfaction, and then he didn’t dare to look at the mirrors scattered on the ground. He turned around and quickly opened the door, flashing into the night outside.

He cautiously walked through the streets and alleys, taking advantage of the shadows of the buildings, and occasionally using the power of magic spells to hide his body, he quickly moved away from this no longer safe area, and followed the familiar route in his memory. Run down town.

It is already curfew time, and guards have appeared on the streets, and they are likely to be caught and interrogated if they are rashly active outdoors, but this is not the case for a cultist who has been active in the city-state for many years and has already adapted to “night life”. Language is not a big problem.

As long as there is no big commotion, there are many “blind spots” under the noses of those church guards.

This figure hidden in the darkness smoothly passed through the guard posts between the urban areas, got into the more intricate old alleys in the lower urban area, and bypassed countless forks and bends. In the end, he found himself in an ordinary-looking Qi’s old house stopped.

The man carefully observed the surrounding environment, and reconfirmed that there was no strange green fire in his vision, and there were no suspicious noises in his mind, so he breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward and knocked on the room a few times in a regular manner. Door.

Then he waited patiently until there were footsteps approaching from the other side of the door, and a subdued voice reached his ears: “It’s late at night, let’s talk about something tomorrow   .

“

My traveling companions just want to go in and have a rest—we bring some interesting stories from afar.” There was

silence behind the door, and after about ten seconds, there was a slight rattling sound, and then the door opened It opened silently in the darkness, and in the dim light, a thin and small figure appeared at the door.

“Come in, don’t make too much noise.”

The man nodded, quickly entered the room, and closed the door again——accompanied by the soft click of the door lock, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, with an expression of robbery on his face. The rest of my life is generally fortunate.

“Why come here at this time?” The thin figure in charge of opening the door was still cautiously looking at the “compatriot” who had just entered the room. Although his identity had been confirmed, the other party’s actions did not conform to the “rules”, which made him vigilant. “We have not received your advance contact.”

“The situation is sudden,” the man in a thick black coat shook his head and lowered his voice, “My action failed, and an unexpected higher-level existence intervened, and now he’s eyeing me—but don’t worry, I’m temporarily closed. His channel to enter the real world has been blocked, and the most urgent task now is to report this incident to the higher authorities…” The thin

cultist’s expression became solemn when he heard these words, and he immediately stopped the other party from continuing to speak, and took the Picking up an oil lamp on the table next to him, he walked towards the corner of the room and said in a low voice: “Come with me, go underground, and don’t talk about our actions in the sight of the four gods.” “Okay.” The skinny cultist opened the

door

. The secret door in the corner of the room, two figures, one behind the other, got into the secret ramp leading to the ground.

Soon, they came to the meeting place under the building.

It is said to be a meeting place, but in fact it is just a basement that was dug out secretly – in a not too big room, there are a few chairs around a round table, a few oil lamps are lit on the round table, and there are some messy things placed there. Utensils and materials for performing rituals and heretical worship.

At the end of the room, you can see a dark sculpture, which is shaped like a “tree” with a strange and terrifying shape. The dark trunk differentiates into thorn-like, dizzying branches, faintly exuding Uneasy breath.

The man in the black coat walked down the stairs and saw several figures gathered here. They were obviously the “compatriots” who entered the basement urgently according to the procedure when he knocked on the door just now.

His eyes swept over these “compatriots”, and the latter also raised their heads one after another, carefully observing the visitor after nightfall.

After a while, the slightly tense atmosphere relaxed a little. The man in the black coat breathed a sigh of relief, stepped to the round table, and sat down on an empty chair.

At the nearest position to him, a man with withered yellow hair and a sinister face that seemed to have a sick face looked up at this side. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, “Are you in trouble?”

“I failed to break through that ‘dream’. There must be something wrong with the information given by those final missionaries——Damn it, I should have known it earlier. Except for the followers of the Holy Lord, no one is trustworthy…”

” Slow down, calm down first,” the man with a sullen face squeezed out a smile, took a glass of water from the side and pushed it over, “Drink some water.” The man in a black coat took the water glass and exhaled

: “Thank you, Duncan.”

(It’s time to push the book. The title of the book is “This Fox Immortal Is Too Inhuman”. The male lead is a scumbag fox, and his joy is unscrupulous. Life is too hard, just enjoy it.

…

“Ren Yidao! Beg you to be a human being!”

“Eh? Be a human being? But I am a fox fairy.”

“Also, please call me foster father.”)

(End of this chapter)