The Death Knell

"Yes, this is the original manuscript you want."

The bookstore owner didn’t notice the old man’s expression in the dim light. He carefully picked up the box in the safe and placed it on the table aside. He wiped it gently and made a gesture of invitation:

"All the manuscripts left by Mr. Howard Philip Lovecraft, including some biological drawings hand-painted by him, are here, as you requested."

The old man couldn't wait to take the box, and opened it with some rude movements, taking out the sheets of yellowed manuscripts inside and flipping through it quickly.

"It's amazing..."

He sighed like this, turned his back to the bookstore owner, and the red light in his eyes lit up again.

The fat boss came over from behind him and said with a pleased smile: "Then you must love his work very much, don't you? Seriously, although these crazy stories are like madman's babble, in terms of text art, there is a sense of horror. The shaping of this is an alternative success."

"Huh? No, in fact, I have only been fortunate enough to read one of his stories, his own story..." The old man laughed, and the thing in his hand was correct. It was the'key' he was looking for. .

"Then why are you eager to find these manuscripts? You haven't even paid the price, which is five million dollars." The bookstore owner helped his glasses, and he felt puzzled.

After all, the old man’s rapid flipping through the manuscript is not like reading, but like looking for something caught in the manuscript.

It was already late, and the white-bearded old man turned his head with a grinning grin: "No, my dear Mr. Berriman, I have no interest in occupying these stories...My interest is just to look at the stories. They are free again!"

After finishing speaking, the old man's body rose with a strange red and purple aura, accompanied by a weird tone that would be disgusting just to hear, chanting some short sentences that no one knew.

The manuscript began to glow, and began to dance around the old man, as if being given life.

No, they should have life originally, but at this time someone just awakened them and returned the endless weirdness to this universe.

The squirming huge tentacles hovered out of the page with inexplicable brilliance. It gently caressed the frightened bookstore owner, as if to convey its huge will.

But the human body is too fragile, this person can't bear it at all. His flesh and internal organs just melted like running water at the moment of contact. The skeleton stood alone for three seconds before falling down like an afterthought. In a pool of blood. 166

The old man holding the manuscript shook his head, raised the box, put the manuscript in it again, and closed it.

All the visions disappeared, except for a separate corpse on the ground, as if nothing had happened.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and huge vultures appeared in the air. These foul-smelling strange birds with black feathers made a wicked laugh and began to peck at the flesh and internal organs on the ground.

The vultures fought with each other, they were robbing food, robbing the right to be favored, just as they did in nature, completing a link in the cycle.

The old man smiled, as if he was looking at his children eating, and then used magic to absorb the feathers they had dropped during the battle and decorated them on his neckline.

He clamped the wooden box under his arm and walked outside the bookstore on crutches. When passing by the security camera, he looked up. 78 Chinese Network

The power of magic even burned the computer storing surveillance video along the network cable, and the sad machine on the counter exploded into a fireball.

Only then did the old mage nod in satisfaction, accompanied by the sound of the bell on the door ringing again, disappearing into the night.

No one knew how he left, just like no one knew how he came.

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At the same time, deep in a swamp in South America.

A bald man in the fortress of destruction is observing his new harvest, the square trioctahedron that looks like a luminous crystal.

"The octahedron is composed of 6 vertices and 8 regular triangles, and 4 triangles intersect at one vertex. Plato believes that the octahedron is between the tetrahedron (fire) and the icosahedron (water), and therefore thinks it represents the element It is air, but what does the trioctahedron represent? Does it transcend all elemental concepts?"

Luther circled the crystal while talking to Blagnac behind him.

The reason why the green-skinned alien robot formed an alliance with Luthor is to survive. Now the Leopard Girl and they all abandon their bald heads. Only he has stayed for no reason. He is really like a friend with Luther. Get along.

A bald wise man would not reject another smart bald head. Luther knew that Blagnac felt that the crisis had not completely passed away, which coincided with him.

The threat is always there. If the path of destruction fails, then you must try the justice league's path of transcendence. But Luther's desire is to follow the path of others, and to go faster and better than others.

He set his sights on the special death knell, and reached a certain degree of understanding and cooperation. His initial point of view was correct. The death knell had no grievances against him and naturally would not kill him.

On the contrary, my enthusiastic help not long ago also yielded some great things.

During this period, Luther was studying the documents about the ancients he brought back, and was curious about the mighty power described in it. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

He knew that contact with this corrosive force would make people go crazy and turn into meatballs or other indescribable things, so he has been very careful.

Of course, after seeing the face of Deadpool, he felt that his resistance to willpower had risen quickly, and now there was nothing on earth that would make him sick.

There are not many things recorded in those documents and materials, and Luther is not sure whether a story that works in another universe will have a corresponding past on his own earth.

But this shining trioctahedron has undergone some changes. When it was first brought back to the fortress of destruction, Luther placed it in a non-light environment. This gem summoned a faceless monster with tentacles.

Later, Luthor eliminated the monster and placed it under the light. While sucking in the light, it maintained a relatively stable state.

So Bald head planned to study it in depth, but just yesterday, it failed. I don't know why, it's useless.

No matter you put it in the dark or pick it up as a ball, no monsters will run out, just like an electric toy that has lost power.

Lex was a little lost, he didn't know why, but his self-esteem made him reluctant to ask death knell, so for the past two days, he has been taking Blagnac around in this room, experimenting with this thing again and again. .

But just now, he seemed to see the dead toy gleaming again, just once.

So the research continues.

In this regard, Brignac didn't know what to say, he just thought Luther was crazy, a strange crystal, why should he have something to do with the ancient philosophers of the earth? Humans are really inexplicable creatures.

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