In the mysterious world of Cthulhu, I am the Lord of the Gods

Zhou Wenjie slowly opened his eyes, and his blurred vision began to clear. What caught his eye was a stained glass arched window engraved with angel patterns. Through the window, you can vaguely see a blood-colored moon as big as a disk hanging on the sky curtain.

"Blood moon? Stained glass window church? Am I not lying on the bed in a rental house in a coastal city in a foodie country? What kind of nightmare is this? Wake up!

Stimulated by severe pain, Zhou Wenjie's chaotic consciousness began to slowly clear up, which made him realize that this was not a dream, but a real reality. He was already in a completely unfamiliar world. At this time, he was lying in a small space, which was clearly a solid wood box with no lid, about 6.5 feet long, 2 feet wide, and 2.3 feet high.

"Lying in a coffin?"

"Did I have a heart attack and die?" Zhou Wenjie remembered that he developed a weirdly named "Trojan Penicillin" software for the company some time ago, and frantically tried to kill 007 for three consecutive months, causing himself to successfully suffer from "coronary artery disease." "Sclerosing heart disease", referred to as "coronary heart disease", his consciousness was still blurred, but he had already made a shocking wave.

"My chest hurts!"

The muscles on Zhou Wenjie's face were twisted into a ball, and his body was spasming. Something seemed to be blocked in his throat. He wanted to shout loudly but could not make any sound. The huge pain made him hold his chest with both hands.

"cough cough"

After vomiting out a large mouthful of blood-red liquid, the severe pain began to subside. Then, Zhou Wenjie used all his strength to grab the upper edge of the coffin and pull it hard. It took him a full minute to struggle to free his unruly body from the flat surface. Drag the sitting position to a half-legged sitting position.

With the dim light, Zhou Wenjie quickly looked around Xizhou. It was a large room with a small stained glass church window. Even during the day, sunlight could hardly shine in, making it appear dim. It looked even more eerie at night.

Zhou Wenjie found that his sight was blocked by the wooden box. He had to struggle to stand up and looked around the entire room with wide eyes.

"Empty wooden coffin? Ritual altar? What is this?"

In a room about five feet long and wide, there were thirteen coffins with empty lids. In the center of the coffins, there was an altar with strange blue candles burning around it.

The altar is surrounded by a circle of white powder, but inside the white powder is a blood-colored pattern about one foot in diameter. There are complex lines in the blood-colored pattern, which seem to outline some weird unknown creature pattern, and are similar to abstract symbols, constellations, and There are strange black knives, crystal balls, silver cups, quill pens, spice burners, pentagrams, candles and other items in the blood-colored pattern of runes. The most prominent ones are the two long black candles placed in the middle and back of the altar. It emits two dark, cold blue wax lights, like two eyes of a monster, staring at him.

Fear, a fear of the unknown, slowly seeped into Zhou Wenjie's bones, and increasingly bad premonitions flooded into him like a tide.

"Black magic sacrifice? The sacrifice is myself?" Although Zhou Wenjie doesn't know much about things that cannot be explained scientifically, as a qualified keyboardist and occult researcher in novels and movies, he still has a deep understanding of the mystery. Learn about similar sacrifices.

After just looking at the altar for less than a minute, Zhou Wenjie seemed to hear whispers coming from deep inside the altar. There seemed to be countless pairs of eyes staring at him in the darkness, which made his skin crawl.

He couldn't help but suspect that he was captured by a cult organization and used as a lamb sacrifice. This place was so weird that it forced him to want to leave crazily.

Zhou Wenjie dragged his semi-paralyzed body, staggered quickly to the side wall, fell and climbed, and finally touched the room's brass door engraved with an angel pattern. Then, without looking back, he suddenly pushed towards The thick door about three meters high was unlocked.

"Fuck! I can't push it! How is this possible?!" Just when Zhou Wenjie grabbed the door handle and pushed the mysterious brass door with all his strength in an instant, he was horrified to find that the strange angel-patterned door actually looked like a door. It's like a giant stone blocking it, but it doesn't move at all!

"Is it because I didn't try my best? Come again!"

After Zhou Wenjie failed to open the door for the first time, he made a second attempt. This time, after slowly taking five steps back, he accelerated towards the door and kicked directly towards the door at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

"Bang!" A bright light flashed through the door, and at that moment, a powerful reaction force was produced, which actually knocked Zhou Wenjie back several steps.

"This is how to do?"

Zhou Wenjie's face instantly turned as pale as paper. He looked back at the altar and felt more and more eerie about the altar. He felt more and more that countless pairs of eyes were getting closer to him. The temperature in the room became increasingly colder. A strong premonition told him , if he can't get out of this room within a minute, something terrible will happen to him.

"Calm down, take a deep breath..." The more critical the situation, the more Zhou Wenjie told himself to calm down. At this time, his mind began to work quickly, thinking quickly about how to get out of this terrifying room.

The door is unlocked but cannot be pushed open. Could it be the sealing power of this black magic ritual? Put the entire room in a sealed state? Can I escape by breaking the magical ritual seal? Anyway, give it a try.

Thinking of this, Zhou Wenjie shouted, closed his eyes and rushed towards the altar. He made up his mind to directly use brute force to destroy the altar ceremony. In his understanding, simplicity is the truth, and the simpler and more violent methods are, the more likely they are to destroy the altar ceremony. But the most effective.

But the moment Zhou Wenjie rushed to the altar, a strong bad premonition came to him like a tide. He suddenly felt that the air around him began to condense. Before he had time to react, something happened in his ears. Thin, sharp, manic and maddening whispers...

The powerful information and hidden energy brought by the whispers were like a huge storm, turning the brain upside down in an instant, and like countless pairs of hands of a drowning person, pulling and tearing wildly, making people unable to breathe. Soon, Zhou Wenjie Then I felt my consciousness begin to blur, and I could clearly feel the red liquid flowing out of the seven orifices on my head.

"Oh, are you going to die?"

Zhou Wenjie smiled miserably, his eyes darkened, and he completely lost consciousness.

.........

After an unknown amount of time, intermittent sounds woke up Zhou Wenjie. Zhou Wenjie slowly opened his eyes. In his blurry vision, he found that he had fallen right on the edge of the white powder outside the magic ritual. The originally closed white circle had been opened. A big hole.

The sacrifices in front of me, such as candles, crystal balls, silver cups, quill pens, spice stoves, silver cups, etc., had become shaky at some point, especially the five-pointed star, which was pushed several meters away from the altar by external forces. .

Seeing this, Zhou Wenjie couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then opened his mouth wide.

"You actually succeeded in destroying the altar?" Zhou Wenjie looked like his jaw was about to drop to the ground. He never expected that the altar ceremony would be destroyed in such a way.

After all, how much luck does it take for a person to lose consciousness and then use the inertia of his body to unconsciously impact and destroy an altar several meters away from him? What Zhou Wenjie lacks most recently is the sun from Good luck coming out of the west.

"...Alchis..."

Ah...why didn't this damn sound stop? Zhou Wenjie covered his head with both hands and shook his head continuously. With great difficulty, he got rid of all the whispers. Then his vision returned to normal, and the stinging pain finally disappeared. Relaxation, it was like this for another ten minutes before Zhou Wenjie returned to normal.