I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

He was still wearing short sleeves!

It's too cold!

It's winter, December, and Christmas is approaching, and the New England area is cold and windy at this time, which quickly makes the old eggplant's teeth chatter and the whole person curl up.

"Fuck, I should have worn more clothes earlier!"

Old eggplant knew that there was no way to change the status quo by quitting the game to change clothes at this time, so he could only look around against the cold.

"Where's the agreed film team?"

He found himself next to a wide lawn, which seemed to be a city parking lot, but there was only one car parked, and there were some pedestrians around.

The old eggplant decided to go and see the situation.

He had just taken two steps when he saw a pedestrian looking at him.

Old eggplant looked over and found that these people had a strange smile on their faces.

There was no joy in that smile, like the dead makeup put on by the mortician after death. They were wearing suits and skirts, and they were like puppets in the cold wind, their movements stiff.

"What are you looking at?"

Old eggplant asked a question, and he realized that he was speaking English at this time. Obviously, his English had been returned to the teacher after finishing the sixth grade, but now he blurted out fluent English.

It's normal to think about it. After all, this is North America. In an English-speaking place, if I have to communicate with the locals in broken English, it would be too difficult.

"Can he?"

The person looking at Lao Jizi suddenly made a sound, as if he was discussing with the people around him.

"Where did he come from?"

"He can, he needs it now!"

"Yes, he can, just want him!"

"Sacrifice, sacrifice, he is the sacrifice!"

The few people exchanged a few words, and then, the old eggplant saw that these people who were as stiff as puppets suddenly moved and ran towards his position at a fast pace.

Their running movements are also very funny, like babies who have just learned to walk, stumbling and supporting each other, but the speed is very fast.

Before he could react, the old eggplant was caught.

His hands were caught, and the old eggplant saw that the skin where he was caught quickly turned black, as if it had been smeared with dye. He hurriedly wanted to escape, but soon, he was surrounded by many people.

The old eggplant was lifted up, and he yelled, but it didn't take long before his mouth was covered.

He was carried to the street. There were still many pedestrians on the street at night, and the old eggplant was covered with his mouth and whimpered.

He originally wanted to ask for help from the surroundings, but the old eggplant found that these passers-by also had the same weird smile on their faces.

Old eggplant was startled, and in a blink of an eye, he had been carried into a church.

He saw that behind the prayer platform of the church stood a statue of the Virgin Mary, but the eyes of the statue were covered with black cloth, showing a somewhat taboo feeling, and the most concerned thing was the statue of the Virgin Mary. things in.

Normally, this should be Jesus in a baby state. Although this religion itself does not give God a specific image, in some sects, idolatry also exists, and they will give God a specific image to worship. Faith fanaticism.

But now, in the arms of the Virgin Mary, in the swaddling baby, was a mass of black mucus.

The slime is like the deepest night sky, and like an unknown abyss, just looking at it is enough to take away human sanity.

In the mucus, slender tentacles were conceived and spreading towards the surroundings. Old Eggplant seemed to see countless eyes between the pieces of meat, as if there were things like goat's hooves. He didn't know more.

Old Eggplant's consciousness was in a trance, and he was placed in the center of a complex, strange figure made of unknown bright red paint.

"He can be used for sacrifice."

Old Eggplant heard a man wearing a black robe and covering his face with a hood.

The next moment, the dagger made of obsidian was inserted into the old eggplant's chest, and he felt a piercing pain. Immediately afterwards, before the blood gushed out, the old eggplant had turned into a puddle of sludge, dirtying the exquisite ritual circle.

The man with the obsidian dagger in his hand was taken aback for a moment. He looked at the dagger in his hand, then at the others, and tilted his head.

===777. There is God's will in the dark ===

"Fuck!"

In the sea of ​​stars, the old eggplant woke up suddenly, gasping for breath, only then did he realize that he was in a virtual world.

But the pain just now was so real, it was like being pierced through the chest by a rough knife.

He couldn't help touching his chest.

It's okay, it's okay.

Thinking of this, the old eggplant took off his helmet and returned to reality.

He checked his chest again, and he was relieved when he saw that there were no wounds.

It is said that if virtual reality technology is developed, sometimes players will feel phantom pain, that is, it is obviously just the stimulation in the game, but the body thinks that it is really injured, resulting in phantom pain.

In some medical experiments, the subjects were asked to put their hands in invisible places, and then put a fake hand on the table to pretend to be his hand. Through a series of gradually deepening stimuli, finally, when the doctor When the fake hand was hit with a hammer, the subjects believed that they had been hit by the hammer and jumped up.

Old Eggplant closed his eyes and recalled what he had just seen.

The weird smile, the terrifying sacrificial ceremony, and the newborn monster held in the arms of the statue of the Virgin.

Old Eggplant had never seen such a creature.

There are endless tentacles on the mass of meat, swaying like a tree, the eyes in the mass of flesh are full of the deepest malice, and those limbs like goat hooves challenge the nerves of old eggplant .

As long as he recalled the appearance of the creature, he would feel ants crawling all over his body, which made the old eggplant feel a chill.

"Sacrifice, is the sacrifice they said just now true?"

"Is the Miskatok Film Festival a real sacrifice?"

"Should the college students who shoot the film not know these things, will they be in danger?"

The old eggplant thought that his mission goal was to witness the end of the movie, but he was caught and disemboweled without even seeing the filming team, which was really embarrassing.

But it's not a big problem, players just want to grow, experience, and finally lead to the end of the game through death after death!

He hurriedly prepared to put on his helmet and fight again.

Suddenly thinking of himself who was shivering just now, he immediately dug out thick clothes and put them on. Because the air conditioner was too hot, he turned off it.

Pushing the door open again, the old eggplant returned to Miskatok.

He found himself back near the meadow again.

However, the sky has completely darkened, as if when I left the game, the time in the game was also moving forward normally.

This is all too real.

Old Eggplant wanted to walk towards the lighted caravan, but suddenly saw the residents next to the grass.

These residents still stared at Old Eggplant with weird smiles.

"Grass, won't you come again?"

The old eggplant screamed that it was not good, and was about to run away, but he heard those people whispering.

"Why is he back again?"

"Can he be used as a sacrifice?"

"He can't, he has a problem!"

"Go away, stay away, go away!"

"No, no, he is not qualified."

As those people spoke, they moved away from Old Eggplant, as if he was some kind of foul-smelling thing.

"Ok?"

There was something wrong with the old eggplant.

"Is this copy synchronized with real time?"

"I just spent some time in reality, and the time in the dungeon has also flowed."

"I was arrested and sacrificed just now. Now these people ignore me because they find that I can't be used as a material for sacrifice?"

"In other words, I didn't return to the beginning of the game, but re-entered the game along with the progress of the game?"

Originally, the old eggplant thought that this was a single-player dungeon task like [The Last Lesson].

Right now, it looks more like an online game with its own time lapse, like Kingdom of the Night.

"So, if I can't find those college students who made the movie, maybe time will pass, and they will be arrested and sacrificed one by one, right, those monsters!"

The old eggplant suddenly became anxious.

This Miskatok must have a big problem. If those people want to sacrifice themselves to that ugly and terrifying monster, there should be more than one monster. There are so many churches and old houses in Miskatok, maybe they are all monsters.

Thinking of this, he didn't go to the RV, but followed the memory just now, walking along the road, wanting to go to the place where he was disembowelled just now.

Anyway, I can't die, I have to check the situation clearly, it is best to see the face of the person who performed the sacrifice, so that I can remind others later.

He quickly found the church. The door of the church was open and the lights inside were bright.

Old Eggplant walked straight into the church, ready to be caught off guard.

But as soon as he stepped in, he remembered something.

Since the time in the game is fluid, if you come here now, the other party must have finished the sacrificial ceremony.

Wouldn't that be a waste of money?

Old Eggplant was just a little bit remorseful when he saw that in the huge church, a group of people in black robes were surrounding a complex ritual circle painted with unknown red dye. On the central stone altar, a The unlucky guy was being held there, and the obsidian sacrificial knife held by the hooded man was about to fall.

"Wait a minute!"

The old eggplant shouted loudly, causing several people with strange smiles on their faces to turn around and look this way.

Yet the knife had already penetrated the victim's chest.

There was no splash of blood as imagined, only black mud flowed out of the unlucky guy's chest, and immediately, his whole body turned into a puddle of muddy water, which quickly evaporated and disappeared.

Old Eggplant was dumbfounded.