The wind started to blow again unexpectedly, symbolizing that every time Hastur's wind came, it would bring disaster to the world, and this time was no exception.
Under the breeze, the temperature dropped silently, and before we knew it, we had forgotten that it was still summer in May.
The rain that had fallen earlier still clung to the body, and the drop in temperature made every piece of clothing close-fitting to the body feel like an ice shackle.
The mother and son rescued by Brandon followed the security team. Apart from following the security team, they didn't know where to go; their home had been destroyed in the strong wind, and the two were quite confused.
The thin little girl couldn't stand the sudden drop in temperature and sneezed due to the cold.
A line of snot hung from her nose. She wiped it with her sleeve and continued walking, not noticing that the snot had frozen on her clothes.
"Damn it, is this still May?!" Brandon complained. He was a man who feared heat but not cold. Since the average temperature in Umr in May was always above 30 degrees, he often wore a short-sleeved T-shirt when on duty. But the current body temperature gave him an unprecedented feeling.
Every breath I took was like inhaling a large number of knives into my lungs. It was so painful. The teammates behind me were already freezing and miserable. They were shivering as they walked, and even their teeth were trembling.
Every breath of hot air exhaled from the mouth would condense into a white mist. This shouldn't be the weather in May at all. I believe the coldest winter would be no more than this.
The originally slippery ground slowly condensed into tiny ice cubes under the influence of the low temperature. An unlucky team member slipped while moving forward and fell head over heels.
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"Ouch. That hurts so much."
Brandon walked over to the unfortunate teammate and pulled him in. "Be careful. This weather is very weird."
The team member rubbed his lower back with his left hand and muttered, "The ground is as hard as a brick. Fortunately, I have a lot of flesh. Hiss. It's swollen."
He did not notice the abrasion on his right hand. The blood flowing out of his body almost instantly coagulated into small pieces to seal the wound.
"Stop. Don't move."
Joe Butran suddenly raised his hand and stopped the team from moving forward.
His ears twitched, but his heart was wavering. He was not sure whether his guess was correct, but he wanted to take a gamble.
He walked to the place where the team member had just fallen, then squatted down to observe, and touched the hard ground there with his hand: frozen soil formed by a mixture of mud and rainwater encountering low temperatures.
He carefully used the palm of his hand to feel the touch of every inch of frozen soil on his skin, until a sudden stinging pain came from his palm.
Jobtran withdrew his hand that was groping on the ground, and turned the right hand that felt the sting towards himself. He squinted at the palm of his right hand that seemed normal, but if he looked closely, he would find a very small wooden splinter.
This is extremely unreasonable for a surface that is mainly muddy, unless it is all fake.
When Jobtran felt something strange, snowflakes suddenly began to fall from the sky, and hail also began to fall.
Everyone was looking for a place to hide in panic, but Jobtran did not dodge or evade. He stood alone in the hail and even let the hail hit him.
A magical thing happened. The hailstones clearly made banging sounds when they hit the ground and rubble. They even saw a hailstone as big as a human head that broke the remaining doorplate of a bakery.
All of this was so real, but Jobtran stood alone in the hail as if nothing had happened.
"Joe Butler, hide quickly and find a shelter!" Brandon was so anxious that he jumped up and down, but Job Butler ignored Brandon's words like a deaf person, and even ignored the dissuasion of other security guards.
"Hahahaha!!!" Jobtran suddenly laughed loudly towards the sky, a sneer appeared on his face, and he even understood what was happening now.
Just as the temperature was getting colder, a strange word appeared in Jobtran's mind. Jobtran realized that this must be the knowledge left by Umr under the church.
"Lloiger, a body of pure spiritual energy."
After this sentence appeared, Jobtran began to doubt the changes in the surrounding environment, but because the feedback from his body was so cold and real, he decided to observe the actual situation.
He found that there was a noticeable sense of temperature drop every 666 steps, and the temperature would drop a little after 666 steps.
"What you see, hear, and smell may not be true." Jobtran thought to himself.
If it was as he guessed, then he could not show his doubt, so he frowned.
It was not until the unfortunate security guard fell that the wooden splinter in Jobtran's hand confirmed his thoughts. At the same time, standing under the hail was also a gamble.
Jobtran let the hailstones hit his body, no matter whether they were the size of rice grains or fists, but he didn't feel anything, and some even passed through his body.
After verifying his idea, Jobtran laughed out loud, "Hahaha. Come out, these are all hallucinations."
Brandon looked at the hailstones that had created a huge hole in front of him and found what Jobtran said unbelievable, but he stood in the hailstones as if nothing had happened and didn't even seem to feel the cold; you know, the people around him were already shivering with cold, but Jobtran had given his usual long gown to Tristanne's body and was only wearing a vest, but he didn't feel any cold at all.
Brandon approached Jobtran cautiously with a try-it attitude, but as Jobtran said, everything in front of him was an illusion.
"Ah... this is too magical, what is going on?" Brandon stretched out his hand to grab a piece of hail, but the hail passed through his hand.
"Have you heard of the dark room experiment?" Jobtran said calmly.
"No. How could a rough guy like me possibly understand these?" Brandon shook his head.
"Blindfold a man and tie him to a chair, tell him he's about to be cut with a knife, then rub his wrists hard with a wet wooden stick. There's a continuous sound of dripping water in the room. Guess what will happen to this person?" Jobtran explained slowly.
"What can happen? Scared half to death?" This was asked by the little girl among the rescued mother and child who walked out from the shelter in a childish and crisp voice.
Joe Butran shook his head, looked at the little girl seriously and said, "No, he will think that he was really cut, and then scare himself to death."
The little girl thought this topic was too scary, so she hid behind her mother and grabbed her mother's skirt, but she curiously poked her head out from behind her mother and secretly watched Jobtran who was analyzing.