The walls of the theater are uneven, this is to prevent the formation of echoes in such an empty room. Jenkins' trembling voice when telling stories spread far and wide in this somewhat weird environment. He believed that even if someone was outside the door right now, he could still hear his own voice.
"Since that night, I have been discovering little habits that only Larael has from the new cat. I am really terrified, although it is not against me, but gentlemen, I really cannot accept resurrection Stuff like that happened in my own home."
Turn your neck again, but this time raise your head slightly, then lower it naturally.
"And on the night of the fullest moon this summer, something truly horrible happened. Oh, God bless me! I was woken up that night by a foul smell. I was so unlucky that day that even the The gas lamps were out. I found a candle and searched the bedroom for the source of the stench, and it turned out…”
He raised his head and looked directly above. On top of the decorative lamp, a goblet-shaped object appeared.
"Yes, this is it!"
He thought quietly, and continued the boring story:
"It turned out that the stench came from under my bed!"
He saw that the person on the opposite side trembled as if he was sick, and at the same time, the light spots floating from him became more dense.
"Is it really collecting fear?"
"I don't really want to recall that scene, but I always have to face this fear."
"Yes, sir, we must all have courage in the face of those chilling things."
Mr. Scott encouraged in a low voice.
"Thank you, you are absolutely right. Well, I squatted on the edge of the bed, covered my nose with my left hand, held a candle in my right hand for lighting, and then held my breath and used my left hand to lift the drooping sheet. Yeah, my hand was shaking holding the candle. What I saw was, oh god, what I saw was a highly decomposed cat, yes, the new cat that had been with me for almost a year! "
Someone moaned softly when Jenkins told the truth, and everyone got more blips, which means that the "collection fear" speculation is most likely correct.
"Really, gentlemen, I really don't want to recall that scene. But I can guarantee that the rotting cat corpse can even see the bones, those maggots... sorry."
He shook his head:
"I buried that body. But since that day, I've often seen Larael running in the corner of my eye, and dreamed horrible things at night. And the worst part is that all the women who are close to me will complain Somehow, there will be scratch marks of unknown origin on them. I know it is Larael. It is affecting my life. Why is it not willing to leave! Ashes to ashes, what should go don't stay ! Why did it do this to me!"
That's all for Jenkins, who himself isn't too happy with the hastily made up story. But it doesn't matter, after all, no one will pay for this story, all he cares about is the goblet on his head.
Mr. Scott and others in the support group took turns offering advice and comfort to Jenkins. Compared with the terrible encounter of the two just now, his experience will not endanger his life. From this point of view, his experience is also very enviable.
The narration is still going on, and after experiencing the stories of balloons with human heads, boys in red clothes, young children who died young, and lonely old people, it is finally the turn of the last one, that is, the young magician.
At this time, the night was already deep, and the candles around everyone were almost burning to the end. Mr. Scott handed out new candles to everyone, and they all stooped quietly to light them.
"In ancient mythology, besides human beings, there are other terrifying and weird creatures that walk on the earth."
The magician starts out a bit out of the ordinary, everyone else is told in the first person, which he doesn't seem to intend.
"But in modern times, although those creatures have withdrawn from our world, there are still some sects or evil people who try to make them reappear in the world."
Jenkins suddenly had an ominous premonition, maybe his arrival was an accident at all, and the magician was the one who really came to solve the situation here.
"Demons, demons, evil spirits. Those creatures in ancient mythology are peeping at our world all the time, and those who harbor evil in their hearts want to break the current peace and pull them into this ancient and peaceful city. "
It wasn't just Jenkins who heard something wrong. Everyone here was the lucky one who survived the supernatural event, and their sensitivity was terrifying.
"There is a creature that is extremely rare even in ancient times—the Abyssal One. This is a monster that survives on the fear of creatures. Around its activities, supernatural events occur more frequently. It can also absorb fear while absorbing it. , to absorb the life, spirit and even soul of creatures. Any rational creature looking at them will feel the fear of staring into the abyss, which is the origin of their name."
Jenkins looked at Mr. Scott, reassured that he was just a normal person.
"By the fifteenth era, there were not many organizations that crazily worshiped and used living people to sacrifice to the abyss. The most famous and powerful one was the Tobie family. It has experienced thousands of turmoil and the siege of the Orthodox Church. In addition, the continuous fading of alien power weakened the Tobie family, and this family, like a secret order, gradually declined. In modern times, the only real descendant who survived and inherited the family tradition is the last one. .”
The magician stood up and faced Mr. Scott:
"Yes, sir, now please hand over B-03-01-8383, the secret cup of fear, and I can promise not to hurt your life, promise to God!"
"Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about."
Mr. Scott lowered his voice and said, while the others had subconsciously moved away from him. Six adults, including Jenkins, moved quickly on the chairs in a circle, and finally squeezed into three chairs together.
"Although I came to Nolan City recently, I have heard about the Tobie family. Let's stop wasting time and hand over what I want, or I will let you die here! I know you There is no talent of the giver, so don't try to resist!"
The magician's temper is obviously a little irritable, but he is right. Facing a gifter who has been prepared for a long time, ordinary people have no resistance.