Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 194 Farewell to Emerald Color
In the basement of the mining company, Wordsworth was discussing the future arrangements with Painter's Hat. Tonight was bound to be a sleepless night, but when they were halfway through the discussion, they heard footsteps at the door.

Turning back, he could barely recognize Marcus with a disheveled face. He looked like a nobody now. There was not a single spot on his head. The mud and blood on his body mixed together to form blood scabs of various sizes.

When he saw the two men, Marcus started crying first. Although he was not as smart as the pagan leaders like Lewis and Token, he still had some brains. While in the carriage, he had already thought about what to say when he came back.

He briefly skipped over the part about the interrogation on the second floor of the villa and only talked about the useful parts, stressing that he had obtained useful intelligence, and that Dou.Nivar and another investigator were seriously injured and their lives were unknown because of a mistake in the blood sacrifice they made.

The two were also shocked when they first saw Marcus. They thought he would never come back. Now, after hearing him talk about such a tortuous and bizarre escape experience, they naturally... didn't believe a word of it!

Four investigators and two judges escaped right under their noses. How could this be possible? The other party was probably playing the long game. This guy was being used by others without even realizing it.

Marcus was kneeling when he heard footsteps behind him. He glanced behind him through the gap under his armpits and saw figures appearing behind him. They were the believers controlled by Wordsworth. He knew something was wrong and continued quickly:
"Mr. Wordsworth, I really didn't lie to you. This is the ancient book that Dou Nivar used to contact the gods. You will understand everything after reading it."

A figure behind him walked around to Marcus and handed the collection of poems to Wordsworth.

"Love itself made you, made you for my pleasure, made you to be the melody..."

Wordsworth remained expressionless, but his tone changed:
"Marcus, is this the prayer you mentioned to contact the gods?" After saying that, he threw the collection of poems over.

"This……"

Marcus also began to sweat. This was not the word the investigator in the hospital had read. He quickly flipped through the booklet and finally found "The King in Yellow" on the last few pages.

"Mr. Wordsworth, here they are, the last few pages. I guess these investigators were afraid that the Ministry of Investigation would discover their secret worship of the gods, so they deliberately hid the prayers in the love poems."

This time, Wordsworth's face looked better as he read The King in Yellow.

"A wondrous night with a black star rising, a wondrous moon moving through the night."

"But even more amazing is the lost Carcosa."

"The song of the Hyades is unheard, and the king's rags are blown by the wind."

As Wordsworth chanted, the statues tied to the stone pillars began to break into pieces. The gods hidden inside seemed to be stimulated by something and were eager to stop Wordsworth.

A tapered, slimy slug-like foot suddenly broke free from the calcified epidermis, burrowed out of the statue and knocked the volume of poetry out of Wordsworth's hand.

Before Wordsworth could react, he was grabbed by the gastropod and lifted into the air in front of the statue. A crack appeared on the forehead of the statue, which was difficult to distinguish between male and female. Three beige eyes were squeezed in the gap and stared at Wordsworth in front of it.

"Plop, plop" turbid milky white mucus was secreted from the gastropod and dripped onto the floor. Not only Marcus but even the painter's hat was so scared that they didn't dare to look up. They felt the tremendous wrath of the unknown god.

The god in the sculpture stared at Wordsworth through the gap, allowing him to feel the supreme will surging into his brain. The god was very dissatisfied with his stupidity and recklessness just now.

He had accidentally contacted a certain god, that lord. Even just reading out his name and feeling his past annihilation was already a dangerous provocation. Through the distant starlight of Aldebaran, he could feel those people, those who were calling him.

"boom"

In the air, the gastropod loosened its grip on Wordsworth, and he fell heavily to the concrete floor, unable to struggle.

The foot was put back into the sculpture, and the broken calcified shell was filled with the gods inside. The sculpture returned to its former tranquility. Wordsworth lay on the ground for five minutes before he managed to stand up. Looking at Marcus, although his eyes contained disgust, he believed his words. Those investigators were indeed secretly summoning gods, which was also important information obtained tonight.

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At the same time, in a dark fisherman's hut at a remote dock in Mosesad, an ascetic monk dressed in a tattered emerald robe suddenly opened his eyes.

Tonight, two people have called him one after another. His pair of emerald eyes without eyes are staring into the distance, where someone is longing for knowledge, longing for the mysterious obsession rooted in the heart to be awakened by him.

He came from afar, descended from the mountains, just to find them and suck their innocent souls.

The body wrapped in the tattered robe slowly straightened up. A sea breeze mixed with the smell of fish swept into the room through the tattered window frame. Riding on this nameless wind, the sound of "da da da" of footsteps came from the roof of the broken house.

The ascetic pushed open the door, and the Byaki on the roof also felt his master's intention. It jumped down with a neigh, carried the ascetic on its back, and turned into a ray of starlight and a breeze, disappearing at the nameless abandoned pier.

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After drinking a little wine all night, Liu Yonglu fell asleep in bed.

In his dream, he came to the backstage of his own deserted island in a daze again. Having been here many times, he knew where the trees and water were on the island. He first walked in four directions to find a mountain spring to wash his face. Anyway, the toad hadn't said anything yet, so Liu Yonglu sat there to sober up.

After a while, the obscure whispers came as expected, forcing Liu Yonglu to walk towards the stone tablet deep in the island.

"Don't rush me, why are you in such a hurry..."

My backend is good in every way, except for one thing: I can't be lazy! I have to practice every day when I come in. If I practice for a short time, it won't work. I have to practice until I wake up at dawn.

"How much alcohol can you drink in one meal?"

"Hey, I can only drink four ounces."

"Four ounces? I'll treat you to one pound.

"Why did I drink so much?"

"I love to see drunks."

Standing on a big rock, Liu Yonglu played two roles. There were no audiences under the stage, but his smiles and frowns were just right. Sometimes he stood on the left as the funny man, with a smile so funny in the corners of his eyes; sometimes he stood on the right as the supporting man, and his expression could not be too exaggerated. He had to put himself into the roles of the people in the play and appear to empathize with them.

Liu Yonglu was thinking of practicing the dialogue first, and then after the American frogs finished kneeling in front of the stone tablet and went to the beach, he would go over and perform the stand-up comedy for the old guys.

But as Liu Yonglu was talking, he heard a noise in the grass pit in front of him. Looking up in the direction of the sound, he saw a patch of dark green weeds shaking slightly, as if there was some living thing hidden inside!
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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