Faced with this incomprehensible and horrifying scene, the man was stunned for a second or two, then he suddenly let out a loud scream, threw the wine glass away like crazy, and dodged to the side.
The glass fell to the ground and shattered in an instant. The remaining wine splashed on the floor like blood. The surface of each drop of liquid seemed to instantly reveal tiny flames and gloomy and majestic faces. The man staggered back and almost tripped over the sofa beside him. Finally, he held on to the wall to steady himself.
He was breathing heavily, staring at the broken glass and liquid on the ground, his heart beating as if it was about to explode. The symbiotic smoke jellyfish was wandering chaotically and blindly in the air beside him, gradually shrinking into a strange ball.
The horrible reflection had disappeared from the broken glass and liquid on the ground. What had just happened seemed to be just a terrifying illusion. The man gasped for breath.
I wanted to calm myself down by breathing in more fresh air, but a less firm delusion gradually emerged from the bottom of my heart. Maybe it was just an illusion, or maybe I was just too nervous.
"It's all an illusion, it's all an illusion... It's the mental disorder caused by the influence of the warp..." He muttered to himself quickly, giving himself psychological hints while drawing strength from the symbiotic Abyssal Demon to build a spiritual defense. "Stop associating, stop recalling, avoid connecting, avoid connecting... Holy Lord, give me protection and let me live forever in the Abyss. Holy Lord, give me protection..."
"I appreciate his optimism," a voice came into my ear, "but blind optimism is not the way to solve the problem - relax, you just want to get some information from him."
The woman suddenly stopped praying, and the voice next to my ear sounded like a terrifying whisper from the Warp, gripping my mind as if without substance. I quickly turned my neck in stiffness and looked in the direction where the voice came from, only to see that it was the glass under the wine cabinet - a faint green flame was quietly burning in the glass, and the ghost returning from the Warp was reflected in the flame.
“Get lost!”
A surge of courage emerged from nowhere, and the Annihilation Cultist suddenly became ruthless. He waved his hand to absorb the power of the smoke jellyfish and threw a dirty, dark, corrosive sphere at the wine cabinet. With a loud bang, the entire wine cabinet was blown to pieces by the energy ball, and glass fragments flew all over the room.
However, when the fragments fell to the ground, the terrifying figure appeared again under a mirror in the corner of the room: "Have you vented enough? Of course you have. Let's talk about it."
The woman stood silently in the darkness for a long time, as if she was carefully judging something. After a long time, I let out a quick breath, reached out and grabbed the white lingerie thrown under the sofa, and slowly put it on.
Sharp sounds of glass breaking rang out in the room. Whatever could be smashed was smashed, and those that could not be smashed were covered up with newspapers, clothes or anything else I could find. Fear turned into anger, and anger turned into false courage. The cultists moved slowly on the support of that "courage", blocking and destroying the "medium" in the room that could not cause the "arrival" of this subspace ghost. During the whole process, the rising green flames and the terrifying figures that kept flashing in the mirror kept haunting me.
"Back off, don't make any noise."
Slowly, we arrived at the playground located above the building.
The woman carefully observed the surrounding environment, and once again confirmed whether the strange green fire appeared in her field of vision, and whether there was any suspicious noise in her mind. Then she breathed a sigh of relief and knocked on the door several times irregularly.
"bad."
What's more, the room has not been targeted by the subspace ghost, so it is not dangerous yet - breaking and blocking the mirror outside the room only blocks the channel for the ghost to "descend", but it is impossible to eliminate the influence of the ghost from the root.
"Ren Yidao! Please beg him to be a human being!"
(It’s time to recommend a book. The title of the book is “That Fox Fairy Is Too Human”. The heroine is a despicable fox. She is cheerful and has moral principles, but her life is too hard. She becomes depressed when reading it.
But after leaving the room, I suddenly stopped and looked at the pile of
A bunch of miscellaneous items covered with newspapers and rags.
Even the smoke jellyfish that lived in symbiosis with it had not yet calmed down. It looked a little listless, and the smoke floating on its body seemed thinner and brighter, as if it had consumed so much energy in the confrontation just now that it could hardly maintain its form in reality.
It was called a ceremonial ground, but in fact it was just a secretly excavated underground room - it was a rather small room with a few chairs placed around a round table with a few oil lamps lit under it, and some instruments and materials used for rituals and heretical worship placed in a messy manner.
The thin cultist's expression suddenly became serious when he heard those words. I immediately stopped him from continuing to speak, picked up an oil lamp placed under the table next to me, and walked to the corner of the room while speaking loudly: "I'm coming with you to the ground to discuss your actions in the sight of the Seven Gods."
The woman in the white coat walked up the stairs and saw a few figures gathered outside. These were obviously her "compatriots" who had followed the procedure and retreated into the basement room when she knocked on the door just now.
The woman in a white coat took the cup of water and exhaled, "Thanks a lot, Duncan."
Before the woman could slowly plan her next move, I put on the inner cover, concealed my symbiotic demon, and walked towards the door.
It seems like it will really appear again.
It is not yet curfew and the guards have not appeared on the streets. It is unlikely that you will be caught and questioned if you rashly move around indoors. However, that is not a big problem for a cultist who has been active in the city-state for many years and has long adapted to the "night life".
The figure hidden in the darkness successfully passed through the checkpoints between the urban areas, retreated to the more intricate and simple old alleys in the upper city, and bypassed many forks and bends. Finally, I stopped behind an old house that looked ordinary.
"The situation is sudden," the woman in a thick white coat shook her head and lowered her voice, "Your actions were very unexpected. A lower-level being intervened unexpectedly. Now He is keeping an eye on you - but don't worry, you have temporarily blocked His channel to retreat into the real world. The most important thing now is to report the incident to His lower level..."
Now this ghost was temporarily blocked in the real world by himself. After the sheriff reacted and the ghost found a way to invade the outside world again, the only correct choice was obviously to leave the outside world as quickly as possible.
"Can you break through this 'dream'? Is there anything wrong with the information provided by these End of the World preachers? Damn it, I should have known earlier that apart from the leader of the Holy Lord, there is no one else worthy of trust..."
"Hurry up and get excited first," the woman with a sinister face forced a smile and casually took a glass of water from the side and pushed it over, "Drink some water."
The thin and large cultist opened the secret door in the corner of the room, and two figures, one behind and one in front, retreated out of the secret ramp leading to the ground.
A moment ago, the slightly tense atmosphere did not relax at all. The woman in the white coat exhaled, walked to the back of the round table, and sat down on an empty chair.
"It's late now. If there's nothing else, let's talk about it tomorrow."
The noise outside the room just now was very small, and it might have attracted the attention of the neighbors. Although the sheriff's response is sometimes quick in remote neighborhoods, as long as no one reports it, there is no chance of trouble.
The cultists in the room finally discovered a pattern: the mirror.
The woman nodded, slowly stepped out of the house, and closed the small door casually. As the door lock clicked loudly, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, and a look of special relief for surviving the disaster appeared on my face.
The woman smiled with satisfaction, and then she dared not look at the mirrors scattered on the ground again. She turned around, opened the door calmly, and flashed into the night.
The woman destroyed or covered up almost everything outside the room that might reflect things, and blocked all the windows with thick curtains. As the first glass vase was thrown into the trash can by me, the building fell into silence again.
"Why did you come at that time?" The tall and thin figure who was in charge of opening the door was still carefully looking at the "compatriot" who had just left the room.
Although his identity had been confirmed, his actions were in line with the "rules", which made me wary. "Did you receive any delayed contact from him?"
I moved cautiously through the streets, taking cover from the shadows of the buildings and often using the power of spells to conceal my presence. I slowly moved away from the area that was no longer dangerous, and ran toward the upper city along a route that was unfamiliar to my memory.
This subspace ghost cannot invade through the mirror!
My eyes swept over those "compatriots", and they all raised their heads and looked at the visitor before nightfall with scrutiny.
At the end of the room, you can see a dark white sculpture. The sculpture is shaped like a strange and terrifying "tree". The white trunk differentiates into thorny and dizzying branches inward, exuding a faint uneasy atmosphere.
There were always no new mirrors appearing, no new voices coming, no new faces emerging into the field of vision, looking at him gloomily.
"Eh? Being a human? But you are a fox fairy."
The woman with yellow hair and a sickly face who was closest to me looked up and asked after a moment of silence, "Are you in trouble?"
"It's late at night, and you and your companions just want to retreat and rest - you bring some boring stories from afar."
“No one reported the worst.”
I waited patiently until there were no more footsteps approaching from the other side of the door, and a raised voice reached my ears:
As long as the noise is too small, these church defenders will have very few "blind spots" under their noses.
The previous second, the woman smashed the mirror in the corner of the room without any reason, and then she madly smashed the glass ornaments under the shelves and everything that could produce a mirror within her sight!
Darkness had not yet fallen in the house. There was only the dim light of the oil lamp in the room. The horrible green light from the flames seemed to disappear at any time. The cultists in the room stood in the middle of the mess, breathing heavily and being alert to the darkness and silence surrounding them.
But after a while, the terrible entanglement finally subsided.
The door behind the room closed quietly. After about ten seconds, a slight clicking sound was heard. Then the door opened in the darkness. In the dim light, a tall and thin figure appeared at the door.
"Not yet. Please call me godfather.")
I thought about it, and waved my hand to throw out a ball of dark energy - newspapers and rags were blown away, and then a small pile of broken mirrors and glass, which were covered up, scattered on the floor, emitting an icy and warm glow in the dimness.