Haunted Places Live

Pu Yujun walked out of Chu Yang's door with the dinner in his hand, and found that the lunch was still at the door, not even moved an inch, and a thin layer of dust had fallen on the soup.

These are the few remaining buildings in London that are still in good condition, but even so, there is dust everywhere.

It was already the third day, and Chu Yang hadn't entered the water and rice, and ordered no one to enter his room.There were weeping, horrific wails, terrifying roars, the sound of smashing things, and the sound of scratching walls and door panels from behind the door.But more often there is no sound at all, just like now, it is even more worrying.

Rumors circulated among the Devourers.Priest Chu, they said, was crazy.

Even though Windsor Town had already been captured, the army was ordered to withdraw.Although the prophet's order has been fulfilled, the high priest of R'lyeh has been killed, and R'lyeh is forced to surrender, it is still too unreasonable to withdraw from Windsor.When Sidorov, the priest of the Chaos Temple Sect, who always wore the mask of Anubis, reported everything to the prophet, he also raised his doubts about Chu Yang's identity.

He also played several times with Chu Yang, but this time he was the most out of control.First, the news of the attack leaked, then Chu Yang stood still for no reason, and later showed unprecedented strength.His madness is even more strange. Although Chu Yang was a little "crazy" before, but at that time he would become a monster without any emotions after using the stigmata, so he sometimes seemed too cruel.But now Chu Yang is obviously affected by some hallucinations, and even occasionally speaks to empty places.This is inconsistent with the price of the stigmata that appeared before.

Pu Yujun eagerly wanted to tell Chu Yang all this, but no matter how much he asked, Chu Yang ignored him.

"Priest Chu... I beg you to open the door!" Pu Yujun continued to try without giving up, "If you don't open the door... something will happen!"

He called for a long time to no avail, so he had to bend down and put the food outside the door.

But at this moment, the door opened quietly.Pu Yujun raised his head slightly, but what he saw was a pair of dirty, blood-stained feet.Then came the worn-out trousers, the same ones he had worn in Windsor before.The shirt was still worn open, revealing a chest covered in light blue branches.Due to being too thin, the ribs protruded, as if they were branches tightly twisted by the lines of the stigmata.Chu Yang's body was filled with the stench of blood and some weird rancid smell. His face was gray, his eyes were bloodshot, his hair was disheveled, and his jaw was covered with short blue beards.But his pupils turned a strange golden-green in the shadows.

madman……

This was the first word that appeared in Park Yujun's mind.

But Chu Yang said, "Bring me a basin of water and a set of clean clothes."

Pu Yujun froze for two seconds, immediately nodded vigorously, turned around and rushed out to find water.Twenty minutes later, he led one of his men back with hot water, soap, towel, razor and a new suit, only to find that Chu Yang had already taken off his shirt.It turned out that the spread of the stigmata was already smoother than before, and the thin and bent body seemed to be covered with a layer of fine blue spider webs.

"You go out."

After the two obediently withdrew, Chu Yang took off all the clothes on his body, and then carefully wiped off all the stains and blood on his body with water.

Chen Yi and their blood.

His contact lenses and spectacles have long been lost, but strangely, his vision seems to be clearer than ever, so clear that he can see some colors in the surrounding things that he has never seen before. .Especially in the dark, those colors become more brilliant and dazzling.

After wiping his body clean, he stood in front of the huge antique mirror that was leaning against the wall that had already appeared cracks and covered in dust, and looked at his body carefully.The once well-proportioned and moderate figure has now become like a skeleton, and the injured calf is covered with horrifying scars, pitted and almost deformed.The originally healthy complexion is now getting paler and sicker.On the contrary, those eyes also emitted faint golden-green fluorescence in the dim light, taking advantage of his long hair and sunken cheeks, they looked more and more like ghosts.

He is already a ghost.

With a body like this now, would anyone be willing to hug and touch it?

Better not.

Thinking of this, he suddenly grinned.The smile was distorted and stiff, and it became more and more frightening.He put on the brand new black suit one by one.Trousers, shirts, vests, coats.Carefully fastened his tie, combed his hair with his fingers, and shaved his beard with a razor blade.Then, leaning on his cane, he opened the door.

"Call all the five levels." Chu Yang ordered in a light voice.

Half an hour later, three fifth-level subordinates entered a hall that looked relatively bright.Since the power supply of the whole city was cut off, several silver candlesticks were placed on the long table. The candle flames danced and reflected on the lens of the terrifying black death mask at the end of the long table.

For some reason, the three Level [-] Devourers all shivered.

They were also afraid of Chu Yang, but it was definitely not the kind of... fear they are now.

It's almost like seeing a prophet.

From behind the mask came a nervous, unsteady and fast-paced voice, "Where is Antonio of the Presbyterian Church now?"

The three looked at each other.Yanko Ogawa, wearing a black cat mask, said, "They may have retreated to the north. Now they are probably meeting with the other two leaders in Nottingham. Priest Yan is also in their hands."

"Then let's go north too. Surround Nottingham, but don't hurt any civilians." Chu Yang said.

Sidorov, who was wearing an Anubis mask, said cautiously, "But we have abandoned Windsor Town. They may have already drawn up a line of defense in the north. If our front line is too long and our manpower is limited, I'm afraid Instead, they will be encircled and suppressed. How about waiting for reinforcements?"

"By the time the reinforcements arrived, Antonio would have already run away." Chu Yang didn't listen to the other party's analysis at all, "We went from another reality and surrounded Nottingham directly."

The fifth level of the gluttonous mask also persuaded, "In that case, there will not be enough defenders left in London, in case of being besieged..."

"Didn't you already tell the Prophet that I'm crazy? The Prophet will naturally send someone." Chu Yang leaned forward slightly, looking at the three Level [-]s who were clearly exuding fear, as if to whisper something Tell them, "The Prophet already knew, why didn't he say anything? Why didn't he call me back?"

"..."

"Because he, like them, wanted me to become a lunatic..." After Chu Yang finished speaking, he laughed lowly, the laughter was fragmented and disturbing.Then the laughter stopped abruptly and turned into some kind of gnashing of hatred, "I'm going to get Antonio."

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Chu Yang the Devourer set foot on the rotten land again, as if it had been a century.

Obviously only a few months.

This space has become more and more unstable, all the mountains are rapidly weathering and collapsing, and the huge cities in the farthest distance can no longer even see the corpses.The wind is still hot and full of spoiled smell.The smell here is also extremely rich, countless bacterial spores and viruses are fermenting carnival, performing doomsday dances on the rotting corpses of animals and plants.

With his cello on his back, he strode toward the temporary kingdom of the Devourer.

The Devourer and the Holy Race saw his return, but his crippled leg was intact, but no one dared to stop him from asking.He went straight to the palace where the prophet lived on the mountain, but was stopped by two Gug giants at the gate.

But after a while, the two Guge giants seemed to hear some voice in the void, so they grabbed the iron chain of the gate, and opened the huge and heavy stone gate to both sides.The candlelight in the hall formed a long river, wandering along the door to Chu Yang's feet, enveloping him in the dark and oppressive scent of sandalwood.

Chu Yang stepped forward, stepping on the clean floor tiles, towards the black figure on the throne in front of him leaning slightly on the armrest.

The Prophet supported his masked cheek with one hand, and he didn't know if he was feigning sleep or looking at him.

"You're finally back." The prophet's voice was as gentle as ever, "Finally, did you realize that you don't belong there?"

Chu Yang stood still under the steps, raised his head slightly, and looked at the enigmatic man on the high seat.

"You have always known that he is not me." In Chu Yang's eyes, the darkness that was about to move was suppressed.

"I didn't know it all the time." The Prophet said frankly. "I only started to suspect after he failed the second mission. After all, you never miss."

"You know, but you still kept him. Because you know, he has the Necronomicon, and he is stronger than me." Chu Yang's eyes, which were always stagnant, finally burst out with angry flames, and With a trace of sadness, "So you will do whatever you can. You have given up on me."

"Didn't you also give up on me?" The prophet stood up slowly, stepping on the dark stone steps with bare feet, walking towards Chu Yang from a high place, "You accepted another proposal of yours, wanting to replace He, stay with Lynch in this world. Chu Yang, can I treat you well? I haven’t taught you enough? No matter how much this Lynch looks like your Lynch, he is not your Lynch. You is dead, and you won't see him again unless the closed reality opens."

"You've been lying to me and using me. The Necronomicon can't bring Lynch back to life at all..." Chu Yang's voice was dry and trembling.Probably because he hasn't used the stigmata for a while, and his empathy ability has recovered too much, "Then, when you see a Chu Yang who is stronger than me, throw me aside. Because I am useless."

If it weren't for his calm tone, it would almost be accusatory.

An almost plaintive indictment.

The prophet had already walked in front of Chu Yang.He stared at Chu Yang seriously, stretched out his white hand, and gently stroked his cheek.Such gentle movements seemed to be something only between lovers.

"He may be better than you, but I still like you the most." The Prophet's strange voices converging in a conciliatory tone, "After all, you were cultivated by me alone. As long as you Come back, I am still willing to accept you."

"Where's the other Chu Yang?"

"He has reached an important point, maybe he can really help me and start the big crunch." The prophet sighed softly, as if trying to persuade a jealous lover, "Isn't this also the day you have been waiting for? In the end, there will be no difference between you and him."

Chu Yang the Devourer did not avoid the prophet's touch. Instead, he closed his eyes slightly, tilted his head, and leaned towards the touch like a cat.

"I was wrong. Everything in this reality is not mine." Chu Yang murmured, "Will you forgive me?"

"You know, I will always forgive you," said the Prophet, opening his arms slightly.Chu Yang leaned forward and took the initiative to hug the Prophet.

The next moment, the Prophet suddenly snorted.

Several vines suddenly penetrated the prophet's body and bloomed like flowers.

Chu Yang's stigmata broke out from his chest, and immediately turned over, wrapping around the prophet's throat and arms.Chu Yang's eyes gradually froze and became cold.

However, no blood flowed from the body penetrated by the vines.Instead, the Prophet started laughing, and the laughter gradually spread, causing cold sweat to break out from Chu Yang's body.He drew out the dagger of the Holy Flame Department, and stabbed fiercely into the prophet's chest.

But still no blood oozes out.

"Do you really think that you can kill me so easily?" The Prophet said in the tone of talking to a naughty child.And his hand grabbed Chu Yang's wrist.Grasping so tightly, the wrist bone hurts sharply, making a sound that seems to be breaking.Chu Yang gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound, but there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

"You want to kill me for this realistic Lynch and Chu Yang, don't you?" The Prophet said in a sad tone, "What a silly boy."

"You are a monster. It is impossible for you to bring about a big collapse!" Chu Yang gritted his teeth and said, "You think you surpass everything, but in fact you are just a pawn of the entropy god and the preface god!"

The prophet didn't answer, but grabbed Chu Yang's hand and reached for his mask.

The moment the mask fell off, Chu Yang's eyes widened with extreme fear, and he let out a shrill scream.