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Chapter 193 Learning to Talk Nonsense

After seeing off the guests one by one, Liu Yonglu took Xiaohu to wash up. After watching the child wash and lie down on the bed, he left the house. Millie Tang was already waiting for him in the corridor. She couldn't take Liu Yonglu to her bedroom, so she found a study, turned on the desk lamp, and the two of them began to plot like thieves.

"Mi Li'er, we have to make up a lie for Brundtrang when we release him later. He may not be able to see the problem with his brain, but those people can't say for sure."

Having dealt with pagans for such a long time, Liu Yonglu knew too well what kind of people they were. They were cruel and suspicious, so he would not easily trust Brundtrang.

"Mr. Rich, that's what I meant, but how do you make it up?"

Although Millie Tang is cruel, she is definitely not as bad as Liu Yonglu. When asked to think of such a dirty trick, she couldn't think of it for a while.

"Hey, my brain was busy when we were eating and chatting just now. Come listen carefully."

We are like this and like this.

As Millie Tang listened, her pupils gradually dilated and she thought to herself, you are the one who is immoral.

How did Liu Yonglu make up such a lie? If he wanted the other party to believe it, he couldn't make it small, he had to make it big! He could make it up as far as he could. If it was the Investigation Department that made a mistake and Brundtrang walked out of the office, no one would believe it. Besides, it would be easy for them to verify it. The Investigation Department was in New Newland, and they had the means to control people's minds, so it would be easy to find out the flaws.

The lies have to be attributed to the gods. These people have a natural fear of the gods. Even if they really have suspicions, they have no place to verify. At the same time, I also have to help Brundtrang prepare "evidence" in advance!
This evidence is both Brundtrang's amulet and the direction in which he misled them.

"But...Mr. Richie, what should we give as a token of our love?"

"This one……"

Liu Yonglu was stumped by the question. He wanted to give the donkey some eye drops, but he couldn't bear to give up his two fan bones, and the other things were not enough... That's right!
"Take out that collection of poems."

"But without the cover it's just an ordinary collection of poems."

"The poem is ordinary, so why don't we add something extraordinary to it?"

"What to add?"

"The King in Yellow!"

Only Liu Yonglu could come up with such a dirty trick. He had acted with Medea in Token's manor before, so he remembered the general idea. He also heard most of the part when Millitan turned into a cat in the opera house. However, she was better than him and had a photographic memory.

The two of them took out a collection of poems and wrote about The King in Yellow while recalling the past.

After the writing dried, I took a look and it looked pretty good!

The two of them discussed a set of procedures for the future. This thing doesn't need to be too strict, just improvise and make it seem like it's the right thing. The key is the evidence!
The plan was almost complete. Liu Yonglu stood by and prepared the plan while Milly Tang prepared the potion. The potion had two ingredients. The first one was a potion that made Brundtrang grow out of the soil, and the second one was called "Ebony's Soul Stealing Technique". With a slight improvement, Milly Tang could track Brundtrang's location.

After getting ready, they went downstairs. When they opened the door of the storage room, Big Head Marcus was taking a nap inside.

"Brent Lang, Brent Lang, Brent Lang!"

Liu Yonglu called out three times before Marcus realized that he was calling him. He was so sleepy, hungry, and in pain at the moment that his mind was not working.

"No...Aren't you going to take me back to the Investigation Department?"

"Go back to the Investigation Department? You're dreaming! You've done so many bad things. Today, I will execute you on behalf of the government and the people... and sacrifice you!" "Ah?"

Marcus was sweating. He had heard before that many investigators had been in contact with gods for a long time and their minds had been polluted. Rather than being investigators, they were more like lunatics who were obsessed with the knowledge of gods.

It turns out that Dou Niwar is the same!

Without giving any time for explanation, Millie Tang and Liu Yonglu rushed him to the backyard. Liu Yonglu stuffed the potion into his mouth first. After all, Marcus had been a priest, and he knew that this was a necessary procedure for preparing sacrifices before the mass, so he struggled desperately, but he only had a head left after all, and finally let Liu Yonglu force the potion down his throat.

Millie Tang prepared a small ceremony in a serious manner. The ceremony was not fake. It was mainly to protect her and Liu Yonglu's safety. After all, the two of them would pretend to faint later.

After finishing the preparations, Millie Tang took out the poetry collection:
"On the shore of the lake, the clouds and waves surged and broke, the two suns sank behind the lake, and the shadows gradually lengthened. This is Carcosa..."

Millie Tang was reading while observing Liu Yonglu. When Millie Tang performed the literary version, Liu Yonglu had to perform the martial version, and they had to sing the full set.

"I'll give you some chestnuts and some dates. I hope you'll give birth to a big fat baby next year..."

Liu Yonglu didn't know how to perform any sacrificial dance. He wrestled like a bear, circling around Marcus with a phantom mask on, holding a handful of dust in his hands, muttering words like a matchmaker's visit and throwing sand at Marcus.

"Pah, pah." Yang threw sand in Marcus' face and mouth.

He looked up in the moonlight and saw Dou.Nivar's pale face, with tentacles swaying in the wind. The spell he uttered was obscure and difficult to understand, but it revealed an indescribable primitive breath. It was over. My life was over.

He closed his eyes and waited for death, but after waiting for two minutes, he heard two muffled "bangs". Marcus bravely opened his eyes and saw, eh? How did these two people fall to the ground?

Liu Yonglu, Millie Tang, Liu Yonglu fell to the ground, and a thick, bloody smoke rose in the air.

Could it be that... something went wrong with the ritual? Something had happened before in the basement of the shelter, where a mistake in the ritual procedure had angered the Father God, and the result was a tragic death on the spot.

His heart was beating wildly in his chest, and he was praying in his heart, "It would be best if both of you died so that I could find a chance to escape later."

After waiting for another three or four minutes, Marcus felt a sharp pain in his body. His limbs and head seemed to be melted. It was over. The potion took effect. Although he was not sacrificed, he still could not escape death.

Waves of severe pain came, especially the wound on his face that was exposed with blood and flesh, which was even more painful and unbearable. Marcus couldn't help but raise his hand to cover it. Hey, he found that his right hand was pulled out of the mud for some reason!

Marcus touched his face in disbelief, then looked down at his hands that were grasping freely, feeling this long-lost physical sensation.

He was originally exhausted, but suddenly he felt refreshed. Now that he had broken free from the first hand, everything that followed would be a piece of cake. Marcus crawled out of the soil and saw a small booklet on the ground. It was the ancient book that the two men had used in the ceremony. It fell in front of him, and he quickly put it in his pocket.

Originally, Marcus wanted to confirm whether Dou Nival was dead or not, but firstly, the scarlet mist had not yet dissipated, and secondly, he looked up at the windowsill on the second floor and saw that the light was still on. Although the two were uncertain whether they were dead or alive, the son of the devil was still wandering in the villa. It was a rare opportunity for him to save his life, so he might as well quit while he was ahead. He climbed over the backyard fence and slipped away.

Standing at the street corner, Marcus hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should go back to find Wordsworth. He wanted to leave without going back, but then he remembered the way he had seen the other party control the believers. Those people usually lived among the crowd without any abnormality, and had no idea that they had been controlled by the gods. He wondered if he had already been manipulated by the gods.

He swallowed hard, and finally succumbed to the fear brought on by Wordsworth, hailed a carriage and returned to the abandoned mining company.

Writing a book is both joyful and painful. I scratch my head when I’m stuck on the writing, and when I figure it out, it’s like I have a stomachache and I can’t stop.

Haha, just hold on for a few more days and then it will be a holiday, everyone keep smiling and maintain a good attitude ha!

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(End of this chapter)