I studied beheading in a mental institution

The moment his words fell, the sea water in the stomach wall violently rolled up, and a violent and ferocious force surged out of Chen Yangrong's body. From the perspective of the realm, it was only half a step away from breaking through the peak of the "Klein" realm. Reach the human ceiling.

In the crazily churning sea water, the dim light of the lantern fish flickered uncontrollably. Its own realm was not high, and it was already crumbling under the impact of Chen Yangrong's power.

Sensing this terrifying power fluctuation, Lin Qiye frowned slightly.

"His mind has been completely corroded by that mass of flesh and blood." Lin Qiye glanced across the stomach wall wrapping Chen Yangrong's body, and whispered to Jia Lan, "I can feel an extremely strange and violent divine power coming from the huge The corpses of beasts poured into his body continuously, and his current state should have been forcibly pulled up by the divine power of this giant beast corpse...

An Qingyu has heard from members of the Church of Ancient Gods that the more powerful a god is, the easier it is for his divine power to affect the agent's character and thoughts. Although Chen Yangrong is not an agent, I think the principle is the same .

Under the scouring of such a huge divine power, his subconscious mind and thoughts have been completely affected. "

"You mean, his current thoughts are actually not his own?" Jia Lan asked suspiciously.

"Well, if what he just said is true, then in the final analysis, he is an ordinary fisherman who came here by chance. How could he be bold enough to threaten to lure a god from the god system back within four days? The change of mind is too great!

If I'm not mistaken, the one who really wants to bring back the gods of the restraining system... is it. "

Lin Qiye stretched out his hand and pointed to the stomach wall above his head.

"This giant beast? What is its relationship with the Cthulhu mythology?"

"I don't know yet... maybe, it is a creature that once worshiped the Cthulhu mythology, or maybe... it is a member of the Cthulhu mythology."

In the crazily surging sea water, the stomach wall of the giant beast had swallowed most of Chen Yangrong's body, leaving only a head and a chest with a long knife exposed.

With his hair floating in the sea, he raised his old face and looked at the emptiness above his head, with the reflection of a blood moon faintly appearing in his eyes...

He spoke slowly:

"The blood moon is coming again..."

……

fishing village.

The sky was getting darker, and the dim yellow sunset was covered by thick dark clouds. Before the night completely fell, the sky and the earth became gloomy.

The originally calm sea suddenly blew up with a cold and gust of wind. The waves were rolled up tens of meters high and beat heavily on the shore. The shattered water droplets turned into stinky rain and fell on An Qingyu and Chen Gou.

Chen Gou collapsed on the ground, curled up in pain, covered his ears with his hands, and hit the ground with his forehead frantically.

"Stop talking! Stop talking...my head is going to split!"

As if he didn't know the pain, his forehead hit the ground with increasing force, and blood dripped down his cheeks, but he still didn't want to stop, as if he wanted to smash his head hard!

An Qingyu frowned tightly, and he grabbed Chen Gou's shoulder to stop his self-harm.

"Uncle Chen, what did you hear..."

Before An Qingyu could finish her question, she froze in place.

I saw Chen Gou's blood-stained face, and his eyes were scarlet like blood. He stared blankly at the dark sky above his head. A round of blood-colored moon was reflected in his pupils, exuding a strange light.

"I heard..." Chen Gou muttered to himself, "The voice of 'theirs'..."

An Qingyu was stunned for a moment, then immediately activated the Forbidden Ruins, her eyes were stained with grayness, and she began to quickly analyze Chen Gou's body.

Vaguely, he saw a scarlet silk thread extending from the sea, split into two, and one of them merged into Chen Gou's blood, constantly eating away at his spirit and body.

Another ray passes through the boundless sky, and it does not know where it extends.

"Soul pollution?" An Qingyu frowned the moment she saw the silk thread.

He took a deep breath, and his gray eyes stared at the bloody thread seriously, as if he wanted to analyze its existence, but the next moment, his eyes suddenly hurt, as if a sharp thorn had pierced into it. Eyeballs, closed them uncontrollably.

"Ah..." An Qingyu groaned, holding her head in her hands, with an equally painful expression on her face.

After dozens of seconds, he regained his composure, opened his eyes with difficulty, and gasped as if he had collapsed.

Just at the moment when he wanted to analyze the bloody silk thread, the strange power of pollution passed his gaze, trying to occupy his mind. Fortunately, An Qingyu's reaction was fast enough to withdraw his gaze in time, otherwise he might have Be like Chen Gou, be polluted by that weird power.

But he didn't understand, Chen Gou was just an ordinary fisherman, why would he suddenly have something to do with this horrible pollution?

An Qingyu looked at Chen Gou who was lying on the ground and screaming in pain, then turned his head to look at the bloody silk thread extending from the bottom of the sea, and the second silk thread that was divided into two and flew to the sky without knowing where to go, as if thinking of it What, the pupils shrink slightly!

"...My wife died of illness several years ago, and my son left this fishing village a few years ago to wander outside..."

"...A few days ago, my father and I went fishing in the sea, and encountered a storm... I was caught by other villagers' fishing boats by luck, but my father didn't..."

Chen Gou's two words suddenly echoed in An Qingyu's ears. At this moment, he thought of a certain possibility.

"Blood? This kind of soul pollution has penetrated into the blood?" An Qingyu muttered to himself.

If his guess is correct, the blood line extending from the bottom of the sea is from Chen Gou's father, and he is also the real source of this soul pollution.

And this kind of weird soul pollution, through his blood, is affecting his descendants, including Chen Gou who is still in the fishing village, and his grandson, Chen Lu, who left the fishing village early.

The dreams that Chen Gou had in the past two nights were not just simple dreams, as he said, it was his father passing some kind of message to them through his blood.

The dead, pool of blood, crimson moon, bowing down...

An Qingyu seemed to realize something, and suddenly raised his head to look at the sky. At some point, a blood-colored moon quietly peeked out from the edge of the thick dark clouds.