Haunted Places Live

On the top of the mountain, the air was suddenly freezing cold, and the frost and snow condensed on the exposed rocks, supporting the nightmarish palace at the top.Numerous sharp horns twisted at inconceivable angles and slanted towards the sky. The Nightmare waved its huge fleshy wings, hovering in the misty mist high above like a crow.

The Prophet is dressed in black robes, with the eerie grinning mask on his face.His bare feet, reflected on the pitch-black rough ground, looked extraordinarily white and eye-catching.He was holding a single candle intently, lighting a flickering flame to each of the candles in the intricate candelabra by the throne.Hearing the heavy door behind him being pulled open by the strong guards, some stumbling footsteps came in.He didn't turn around, and continued to light the last few candles intently.

"I heard that you failed?" The prophet's voice was really the same as he had heard before, as if there were countless voices speaking together, but his voice was extremely soft, revealing a cold and strange.

"Yes." He admitted calmly, without any emotion.

The prophet turned around slowly and saw Chu Yang standing at the bottom of several stone steps.He was dressed neatly in black, with the usual bird-head mask on his face, his back was straight, and there were no traces of his hands.

But the prophet could smell blood in the air.

"Is the injury serious?" the Prophet asked, with a hint of concern in his voice.

A straight voice came from behind the mask, "It may affect walking."

The Prophet looked at him and sighed softly.Then he put the candle in his hand on the candlestick, walked down a few steps, waved to Chu Yang, and said softly, "Come here."

Chu Yang took a few steps forward, and he was really limping like a lame man.He stood one step ahead of the steps and stopped.

The Prophet pointed to the steps, "Sit down and lift up your trouser legs."

Chu Yang did so, although the movements were a bit clumsy.He showed no signs of suffering, but the prophet felt his pain, felt the infection running through his blood.

The Prophet walked to the bottom of the steps, squatted down slowly, held Chu Yang's ankle, and carefully inspected the large exposed hideous wound. The red, swollen and inflamed flesh was crowded together, exuding a faint rancid smell.

"Why did he bite your leg?" asked the Prophet.

"Because his own leg was injured." There was a trace of hatred in Chu Yang's voice, "He has the Necronomicon, he can share life, and he can also plunder life. He took my leg to repair himself of."

"Didn't you say that he is a very weak you?" There seemed to be a bit of interest in the prophet's voice.

"Didn't I also used to be a weak person?" Chu Yang raised his head slightly, looking directly at the curved eyes on the prophet's mask, "Give him the right time, he is exactly the same as me. What's more, he has the Necronomicon .No...it should be said that he is the Necronomicon."

The Prophet kept staring at him, as if he had been looking at him for a long time, but he didn't seem to be looking at him, just contemplating.

In front of the prophet, every cell in Chu Yang's body was on alert.He hoped his heart wasn't racing, he hoped his breathing wasn't revealing anything.

However, the Prophet said, "Let's discuss the matter of the Necronomicon in the long term." After speaking, he raised his slender and beautiful hand and gently brushed it over Chu Yang's severely swollen and infected leg.Immediately, the unbearable dull pain relieved a lot, to the point where it could be easily ignored, and the burning sensation also faded away.

"I can't make the lost things grow back. I can only help you suppress the infection and reduce your pain." The prophet stood up and looked at him condescendingly. Yan Changxi stared at it."

Yan Changxi, the priest Yan who defected to the Devourer in a certain reality, seems to be very powerful. He is one of the most powerful generals under the Prophet, and he is at odds with Chu Yang both openly and secretly.This time Chu Yang was injured, he would definitely take the opportunity to further control the army currently controlled by Chu Yang.

"I'm not in the way." Chu Yang said, "The leg is injured, so don't delay playing the cello. I finally found the Necronomicon, so I can't let him run away."

"This is an order," said the Prophet.

Chu Yang was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Are you punishing me? Because I lost?"

The Prophet laughed a few times, "I'm thinking about your physical condition, but you don't appreciate it?"

"This time, I was careless. I underestimated him. Next time, I will not make the same mistake again." Chu Yang's voice was so tense, like a bowstring about to break, "Don't you also want to get the power of the dead? Book? You know, only I can catch him. Yan Changxi can only do bad things."

The Prophet sighed helplessly, and shook his head, "Since you are so persistent, I can hold off on the offensive. You take a short rest before setting off. Is that okay?"

Chu Yang finally nodded.He got up from the ground and staggered towards the door.The 20-foot-tall Guge giant gate guard at the gate pushed the giant stone gate open again to allow Chu Yang to leave.

The moment he stepped out of the gate, Chu Yang heard the prophet say, "Next time you see me, don't wear a mask."

Chu Yang paused for a while, and went out without answering.

When the door closed behind him, the breath that Chu Yang had been holding in his chest was exhaled.A thin layer of cold sweat oozes from his forehead, not because of pain, but because of suppressed tension and fear.

The prophet is obviously not aggressive, and even very gentle.Looking at his figure and bare hands and feet, one can even imagine that there should be a handsome man's face behind the mask.But standing in front of him, Chu Yang felt that he had nothing to hide, like an ignorant child facing a wise man who had seen all the vicissitudes of the world.

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The forest in the air bubbles is still quiet and dense, and a magical light pervades among the treetops, illuminating the man lying dejectedly under the tree.

Lynch didn't know how long he had been trapped here.

Upon waking up, Chu Yang disappeared without leaving a single word.

Lynch had all kinds of guesses in his mind. What accidents and dangers did he encounter?But in this place where all wishes come true, how can there be any danger?Did Chu Yang leave?Why didn't you tell him if you left?Why not with him?

Lynch searched every corner of the forest.When he was sure that Chu Yang was not here, he left the forest and trekked into the distance.

But he found that no matter which way he went or which direction he went, he would eventually return to the same place—this forest.

Why can't he go out?What the hell is this place?If Chu Yang really left, how did he leave?

In the endless time, only he and his own guesses are left.He thought about various possibilities over and over again, and gradually, he began to move closer to a certain possibility.

Can't get out, does it mean that this reality is only so big?

If this can be called reality.

It is a crippled, incomplete reality.And this place was determined by him and Chu Yang, no matter what he and Chu Yang wanted, it would appear here.But after Chu Yang left, this ability to achieve what he wanted was greatly weakened.Now even if Lynch wants something, he has to work hard to imagine and describe its specific appearance in his mind over and over again. Even so, there is only a 50.00% chance of success.

Could it be that this reality did not exist before, but was confirmed by him and Chu Yang?

But...Creation...that is a power that only a sixth-level observer can possess.His observation ability is now sealed by his father, and Chu Yang's seal has not been completely released. How could they have the power to create the world?But apart from this explanation, other explanations are somewhat far-fetched.

He tried to imagine a door, a door that would take him out of this reality.But there is only such a thing, no matter how hard he tries, it can't appear.It was as if someone had set a limit on him, trapping him here and being unable to leave.

Is it Chu Yang?

Every time he thought of this, Lynch's heart, which he thought he had been tempered for a long time, still felt a little pain.

It was clearly said that they would stay together forever here, but was it just a joke?

Why leave alone?Could it be that Chu Yang was still influenced by the so-called "prophecy" and "fate" after all, thinking that they would kill him if they continued to stay together?So he locked himself here, and then took the risk alone, so as to "protect" himself?

Anger began to smolder in his heart.Chu Yang regarded him as something fragile

Why not give yourself the chance to make decisions for your own destiny?Why pretend to sacrifice to take risks?

In case something happened to him, how would he deal with himself?

Even if there is everything here, what is the difference from a prison?

Every time the anger burned to the limit, he would start to beat those trees with his fists to vent, exhausting himself, but there was nothing he could do.He touched the place where the seal was with his hand, wishing he could dig out the whole piece of meat.

He had had enough of this depressing, wary life.

Gradually, he stopped imagining the door, and began to practice manipulating his observation ability, trying to shake the seal left by his father time and time again.However, he knew Lin Qiao's unfathomable depth better than anyone else.The seal he planted with his own hands is like a giant tree rooted deep into the planet, and his efforts are like a mouse, with its weak mouth open, biting the bark bit by bit with its sharp teeth.

But he has a lot of time doesn't he?If Chu Yang's seal could be shaken, so could his.

He had to leave here, he had to find Chu Yang.

He began to recall, recalling the music that Chu Yangla had played.Little by little, those pieces of music emerged from the abyss of his memory, so clear that every note was completely unnoticeable.

However, what he remembers the most is when the two first met, in the dim and ambiguous light of the bar, Chu Yang walked from the darkness to the spotlight, hugging the cello as if hugging a cherished lover, but there was a condensed expression between his brows. A wave of melancholy.His sadness turned into a beautiful weapon and a destructive force, but the music woven by his fingers and bow seemed to be able to penetrate his head and evoke the silent heartstring somewhere in the depths of his soul.

Maybe that's why he was so attached to Chu Yang, he wanted to protect him no matter what, and he was unwilling to give up on him no matter what.Before Chu Yang, since Edgar.Asher.After Lin died and Lynch was born, he was no longer able to have such a strong obsession with a specific person.

If he and Chu Yang are destined to meet each other in every reality, maybe this obsession is also arranged by a certain god?But the shock he felt when he saw and heard Chu Yang playing the cello was real.

He started singing that song.Instead of just singing, he started adding lyrics to it.

The power of language is often ignored by people, but it is the oldest and most powerful magic.Without this magical power, those manuscripts, witch books, and even the Necronomicon would have lost their medium and could not be circulated.

Time and time again, he sang the songs that Chu Yangla beat, filled in different languages ​​and words, even some languages ​​of the holy race, and kept trying different expression techniques.

His singing began to affect everything around him.The woods began to die and decay in large areas, and then revived overnight under the nourishment of another song.He sang and sang until his voice became hoarse, then he drank some water, rested for one night, and continued the next day.

Finally one day, he felt the gradually clear burning sensation where the seal on his chest was located.He tore off his clothes, and he really saw the complex heraldry of the seal faintly appearing on the fair skin, and there were traces of faint traces on the edge.