It's time, it's time to become an evil god

The nightmare-eating tapir raised its head, apparently dissatisfied with the ending, its hooves splashed impatiently on the water, causing ripples, "So you are reincarnated through the mirror of the abyss?"

The Lord nodded apprehensively. Before that, he was just an ordinary player. He encountered this nightmare-eating tapir during a dream mission. With the guidance of the nightmare-eating tapir, the Lord was able to take the next task like a fish in water. Due to his promotion and ambition expansion, he began to collude with a group of unscrupulous players to establish the secret sect of the master of all things, but the real purpose is to try to use the inferior blood of [Stupid Spider] as a medium to communicate with higher levels above the starry sky. Pray for strength.

"never mind."

The nightmare-eating tapir seemed to disdain the small calculations in the heart of the Holy Lord, "I know what you humble and weak mortals are planning, trying to get in touch with that nameless being trapped in the eye of the cosmic vortex storm and exiled? I advise you It's best to give up this idea. The existence above the starry sky is either a terrifying other existence that is incomprehensible without emotion, or it is..."

Having said that, the nightmare-eating tapir stopped abruptly.

"Or what?"

The nightmare-eating tapir shook his head, "Some so-called gods are just exiled prisoners and lunatics."

The Holy Lord didn't take what the nightmare-eating tapir said seriously. He had dreamed more than once that the storm in the depths of the universe was generated by the interaction area of ​​vortex gas and radiation, like a surging sea of ​​bright stars.And in the sea of ​​stars, there is a huge black hole-like figure, which is sending a signal for help to the earth humans who are as small as ants.

Every time the dream ended here, he also tried to seek help from the nightmare eater, but the other party just refused on the grounds that the mortal body could not bear the will of the gods.If the Holy Master wants to really get in touch with the exiled things trapped in the eye of the storm, he must absorb the blood of the dead lower-level servant race [Demented Spider], and gain part of the ability to spy on the universe and maintain sanity through blood therapy.

"Do what you should do, and then I will tell you how to go."

There were empty needles floating on the surface of the lake. The Holy Lord had injected the blood of the ancient gods into his body for an unknown number of times, but he still couldn't get in touch with the monster above the starry sky.Instead, I dreamed of some weird scenes that didn't belong to this world more and more frequently.

He gritted his teeth, picked up the needle again, and stuck it into the blood vessel.Even in the depths of the dream, he could still feel the tingling of the needle slowly pushing the blood of the ancient god into the artery.

"How long will I have to inject this damn thing?"

The Lord felt an indescribable sense of irritability rising deep in his heart, and began to pace back and forth.There was a burning feeling in the depths of my heart that I had never felt before.

"What's going on, it's so itchy."

He kept scratching his scalp, grabbed a handful of hair, and threw it on the lake.

The long hair floated on the lake, rising and falling with the ripples.

"Why is it getting more and more itchy after this injection?"

The Holy Master began to scratch his whole body up and down, his hands towards his face, with a sound of brushing, as if tearing a piece of paper, he gently grabbed a large long piece of flesh, which was covered with blood.

And the nightmare-eating tapir just watched all this blankly.

"This feeling is... strange."

The Holy Lord couldn't help but wanted to open his mouth, and the teeth in his mouth were precariously falling out with a slap, and his cheeks began to crack. The corners of his mouth cracked all the way to the cheekbones, exposing the gums that were constantly oozing blood.

At this time, the Holy Lord finally realized that something was wrong with his body. He suddenly raised his head, the skin and flesh and blood on his face were being torn off bit by bit, his nails were peeling off, his skin became more and more transparent, and he could even see the network of veins all over his body. .

"No, I'm clearly in a dream..."

The Holy Master suddenly raised his head, and has been silent since just now, watching the fire from the other side.

He finally realized the seriousness of the situation and reacted.

"No, you... lied to me? The blood of the ancient god has no effect?"

"What is your intention?"

With a plop, the Holy Master knelt on the lake with his knees weak, and stretched out his hands to grab the last straw in front of him.

The figure of the nightmare-eating tapir slowly disappeared into the depths of the mist, leaving only a desperate answer.

"Unfortunately, you are no longer useful."

"Just degenerate into a crazy monster."

……

At this time, Chen'an took Baige and Shiranui girl to Baigang Town in the northern suburbs by car. After getting off the bus filled with the smell of cigarettes, sweat and noise, he followed Chen'an quietly. behind.The other party was not walking fast, and occasionally stopped to look around to prevent anyone from following him.

Surrounded by old buildings from the last century, the peeling cement walls reveal the rough masonry inside.Shady ferns and dark greens grew in the crevices of the gray-brown walls.

Following Chen An unhurriedly all the way, Bai Ge also noticed something. They had been secretly followed by other people just after they came out of the coach station. Several groups of stalkers quietly tracked to the door of the hotel, and the monitoring believers scattered around without further action.

This small detail was kept in mind by Bai Ge. According to the previous description, there are various mysterious and terrifying phenomena in this hotel, and there are also active and cruel sacrifice cultists. Some tourists who enter the hotel will disappear inexplicably, and no one will die. No dead body.What's even weirder is that no one from the Special Affairs Bureau has investigated this place, which seems unreasonable.

But this time, Baige made all the preparations. In addition to wearing props, he also used the system's face pinching function to fabricate a face comparable to that of an ancient god.Wearing a black windbreaker and a mask, and carrying a suitcase, he looks like a criminal character who has committed many crimes in his life but has not yet been arrested.

At this time, Chen An had already entered the hotel one step ahead, he was wearing a paper piercing man, so he could temporarily save his life if anything happened.

Bai Ge watched outside for a few minutes before entering the hotel lobby, and asked the Shiranui girl to keep her hands outside the hotel and take charge of support.

The cult member who was acting as the receptionist raised his head and was about to say welcome, but he froze for a moment when he saw Bai Ge's face, and he didn't react from the daze until the rough and deep voice reached his eardrums.

"Give me a room."

"Oh, yes, yes, sir."

While handling the room card at the front desk, he hesitated whether to inform the upper management.

After opening the room, the cultist handed the room card with three circles and six X marks on it to Baige.

Bai Ge took a glance, looked at the other party with sharp and fierce eyes like a falcon, and asked in a rough tone, "Does he want a room card? Why don't you let me play tic-tac-toe here?"

"Here, this is the key card of our hotel..."

The cultist swallowed his saliva, pretended to be calm, and said, "This room card is a special feature of our hotel, so you can tell me whether you want it or not?"

"Yes, of course."

Bai Ge asked coldly, "Is your hotel room clean?"

The cultist replied with a dry smile, "Look at what you said, we run a hotel, we clean and wash the sheets every day, can we still give you a dirty room?"

"Then let me ask you."

Bai Ge narrowed his eyes and asked word by word, "What if the room is haunted?"

Chapter 210 Two, Then You Eat It

The sharp posture and sense of oppression made the hotel staff silently swallow their saliva, and he vaguely felt an undeniable sense of oppression from the man in front of him.

The front desk staff said solemnly, "Well, guest, if our hotel room is haunted, I'll eat the ghost on the spot, how about it?"

"Okay, no problem."

Bai Ge took the room card, and without a word, took the luggage and walked towards the depths of the corridor.This hotel was built in the 90s of last century, and many places still retain the previous architectural style.The floor of the corridor is old tiles, the sides have been repainted hastily with white paint, and the old ceiling lamp on the ceiling emits a dim light.

A round clock is hung on the wall at the left end of the corridor, showing that it is currently 23:[-].

Take the elevator to the fifth floor, but the decoration style here is completely different from that downstairs. The floor is covered with a deep dark red carpet, the wallpaper is light red, and there are two orange lampshades hanging on the wall at intervals. Gives off a warm glow.

The floor is covered with old wooden floors that creak when stepped on.

Yea.

The rooms on both sides of the corridor were quiet, and the room Bai Ge chose was just close to Chen An's, so he simply knocked on the door of Chen An's room.

Chen An opened the door cautiously, and after confirming that it was Bai Ge standing at the door, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as if seeing a life-saving straw, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Bai, you are here, what should we do now?"

"Shh, be quiet."

Bai Ge glanced around, walked quickly into the room, and said calmly, "Don't worry, wait for weird events or for those cultists to come out by themselves."

He glanced at his watch and said in a low voice, "It's going to be night soon, these people will definitely not be able to sit still."

"Eh?"

Chen An wiped the cold sweat from her temples, and asked in a low voice, "Aren't we going to make some preparations to escape or call the police?"

Bai Ge frowned and asked the other party, "Escape? Who told you to escape?"

"Ah? No escape?"

Bai Ge put the suitcase on the table, and took out various murder weapons one by one from inside.

Hand straps, sealing tape, anti-penetration membrane, electric shock rod...

Chen An, who was looking at all kinds of weapons, silently swallowed her saliva, and moved cautiously towards the door.

"Bai, Mr. Bai..."

Chen An asked weakly, "Excuse me, are you here to arrest the cultists or are you here to kill people and silence them?"

Bai Ge said in a calm tone, "Send all the bishops who have caused the problem to meet their Lord, won't the problem be solved?"

……

Chen An's room seemed to have not been lived in for a long time, and there were a few yellowed hotel beauties stuck at the door. The room was filled with a damp and musty smell, and broken spider webs fluttered in the wind hanging from the ceiling.

Bai Ge turned his head, and in the gloomy corridor behind him, the corridor lamp was trying to support the last bit of light.

The two sat in the bedroom and counted the time quietly. At eight o'clock, it began to rain patter outside the window. The originally sparsely populated and cold town had all the lights out, and there was no sound.The rain was misty, and a thick milky fog filled the streets, reducing visibility to a minimum.

The street lamps that have been in disrepair for a long time flickered on and off, making everything look gloomy and weird.

The alarm clock on the wall showed that it was nearly ten o'clock in the evening, and the rain was getting lighter. After the low bell rang No. 12, the lights of the last few bright street lamps went out, and the street was completely plunged into darkness.

The whole town was shrouded in a gloomy and strange atmosphere, occasionally a dog barking could be heard in the distance.

Bai Ge was already lying on the bed, falling asleep with his eyes closed.

Only Chen An was left pacing back and forth in the bedroom restlessly.

zizi.

The dim yellow lampshade on the bedside table flickered a few times, Chen An stopped in fright and looked around nervously.

Chen An suddenly stopped in her tracks, her eyes widened, and the muscles on her face began to tremble uncontrollably because of fear.

Tick, tick.

Blood began to ooze from the ceiling above the head of the bed, staining the pillow bit by bit.

"Bai, Mr. Bai."

Chen An whispered, "Mr. Bai, wake up, something happened."

However, Bai Ge didn't answer, and fell into a deep sleep, as if he didn't notice the blood that stained the red and white bedding at all.

Then a pale and ashen face slowly emerged from the ceiling, and the long black hair of the dead hung down from the ceiling like a black waterfall. To Baige's neck.

"Bai, Mr. Bai..."

Although Chen An was so frightened that he wanted to run away, his reason told him that he had to wake up Bai Ge.Just when he was about to make some noise, Bai Ge on the bed suddenly raised his hand, and slapped the female ghost hard on the face.

Chen An and Li Gui on the ceiling were stunned, as if they didn't expect the other party to do this.

Then Bai Ge, who was still asleep, suddenly got into trouble, raised his fist and slammed it at the terrifying face of the female ghost.