Cthulhu Grocery Store

However, this is just a work he wrote casually...

Shendai Wugu noticed that the guest was dressed a bit like a performer in the theater, and he was moved and asked, "Is your occupation a musician?"

"Yes, I am the best musician!" Schindel replied immediately.

It really is...

Jindai Wugu remembered his reaction when he saw the music score he wrote just now, his heartbeat speeded up quietly, and his cheeks became hot: "Do you... like this score very much?"

"Yes, this is undoubtedly a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, and it can leave a heavy mark in the history of mankind." Sindel exaggeratedly shouted, and his pale ashen face flushed abnormally.

This is too exaggerated.

God Dai Wugu still has a certain level of knowledge about his own level. Hearing the unexpected praise, he has doubts about the identity of this gentleman. The best musician?But he had never seen this face before...

However, it won't work if you try.

Shendai Wugu pursed his lips: "This is a song I made, it's not something valuable, just take it if you want it, and please let me know if it can be published."

"Okay, okay, I will, thank you very much, thank you very much!" Sindel bent down and bowed deeply, the whites of his eyes had disappeared, and the dark pupils were filled with messy black lines, densely packed like balls of wool.

He held up the sheet of music with both hands, as if he was serving a god, he was reluctant to hurt one corner, and left the shop respectfully.

……

During the whole day, there were no other guests except the gentleman who just came to buy the music scores.

But Kamidai Wugu was in a good mood.

Everyone will be happy that the scores they have created are so admired.

Regardless of whether the man's identity is a real musician or not, at least the rainbow fart was well blown, and Kamidai Wuko was very happy, so he happily decided to take a vacation for himself, and go back to rest without opening the shop at night.

When I went back, I bought a convenience store for dinner. When I got home, I heated it in the microwave and got a simple version of dinner soon.

But it's almost time to get tired of the convenience store bento.

Shendai Wugu bit his chopsticks and didn't have much appetite.

Originally, a person should be able to do some housework in his life, but unfortunately, he doesn't have any talent in cooking. Simply put, he is a kitchen killer, and he can only live on the lunch box in the convenience store on weekdays.

After simply eating two bites to fill his stomach, Jindai Wugu pushed the bento aside, looked at the time and decided to take a bath first.

After going into the bathroom and taking off his clothes, Kamashiro Wuko put away the bath water and remembered that he bought the sheet music in the shop today by the person who claimed to be a musician.

Maybe he is unexpectedly talented?

Shendai Wugu couldn't help thinking about it, recalling the tune of his music score, humming lightly.

His singing penetrated the barrier of the bathroom and gradually affected the outside world.

In the living room, the gray fog appeared first, and indescribable strange monsters emerged from the gray fog, and they came here after being summoned by some kind. They howled and neighed happily, and some took out flutes with strange shapes And the huge drum, playing their music with a frequency that humans cannot hear.

The sound of music forms sound waves of special frequency, which cannot be captured by the human ear, but are actually affected by it.

A couple strolled leisurely on the street at night, holding hands and boldly shortening the distance between each other on the street. After the intimacy, the man was about to say something when suddenly his head started to hurt sharply, and he seemed to hear something in his ears. Ruo Wu babbling, clutching his head and just about to say something, he was shocked to see that his lover had passed out.

The nameless fog began to fill the air.

The entire apartment and the streets outside the apartment were incomparably silent, and a change was happening, as if some kind of signal.

In the void, in the deep sea, and in the depths of the universe, certain indescribable beings opened their eyes, as if they were searching for something.

The room closest to Jindai Wugu's apartment was the first to be affected. Chuanping sensed something when Shendai Wugu opened his voice. He stood up from the sofa, with cold sweat dripping from his temples: "Bai Lan, quickly ignite the dead air." inflammation."

Bai Lan held her head, a sharp howl sounded in her ears, and she managed to ignite a small cluster of flames with barely concentrating.

The soft radiance of Mare's ring resisted some unknown influence.

Chuanping looked solemn: "Something happened, I'll go to Shendai Wugu, you go to seal off this area, don't let anyone in, and don't let anyone out, do you understand?"

"I understand."

Chuanping quickly left the room, walked to the next door, didn't even have time to knock on the door, melted the handle with flames, and forcibly opened the door.

As soon as he entered the door, he subconsciously gasped.

It's hard to describe the scene inside in words, compared with it, the demons dancing in hell are nothing.

The closer to the source, the interference and ravings increased to a certain level at this moment. Even if Chuanping closed his eyes in time and didn't look at the faces of those monsters, he would inevitably be polluted.

Such a picture suddenly appeared in his mind. This is a certain tribe who got knowledge from Yog and came back to tell him the legend of Azathoth.

[Azathoth is at the core of the entire universe, and is often accompanied by other equally blind Outer Gods. They howl crazily, follow their instincts and crazily beat invisible giant drums, and when they blow, they only make disgusting noises. , flute with monotonous timbre] Note 1

Now that this corner of the myth is reappearing in front of him as a mortal, should he feel honored to be able to see the mythical 'concert' that only takes place in the center of the universe?

Chuanping showed a wry smile. He closed his eyes tightly, and he had mobilized the dead energy in his body to the greatest extent to stop the tendency of being "polluted", but even so, he still felt scales growing on his skin, and his whole body was numb and itchy, which made people feel uncomfortable. Can't wait to scratch it.

Hold back, must hold back!

Chuanping slowly moved towards the source of the singing, not because he didn't want to run, but because he couldn't feel the existence of his lower limbs, as if they had melted...

Can't think about it, can't lose calm!

Chuanping groped for the wall, and finally heard the sound of water flowing in his ears. He opened his mouth with all his strength, and his voice vibrated: "Wugu..."

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The sound of the water stopped, and so did the singing.

This name seemed to be the signal of the end of the magic, the accompaniment reluctantly stopped, and the existences that appeared in the gray fog gradually became illusory.

Chuanping's frozen body finally regained consciousness, and the scales faded, as if the loss of control just now was an illusion.

"Uncle Chuanping?" came the hesitant voice of Kindai Kiriko from the bathroom, "Why are you at my house?"

saved.

Chuanping breathed a sigh of relief, but soon he realized that there were still some things in the living room behind him that had not left willingly, and it was not over yet.

"It's like this," Chuanping subconsciously wanted to push the glasses, but he couldn't touch them. He didn't know where the glasses fell. "My water heater is broken. I want to use your bathroom to take a bath. I'm knocking You didn't seem to hear the door, and the door was unlocked, so I came in, I'm very sorry."

"It's okay, um...then I'll wash it quickly."

Chuan Ping finally breathed a sigh of relief, but the next second he felt that he was still too happy.

"Uncle Chuanping..." Kamidai Kiriko's voice was a little shy, "Did you hear my singing just now?"

Ah, of course I heard it, not only him, probably the whole neighborhood heard it, and now I don't know how many people are crazy.

Chuan Ping sighed weakly in his heart: "Yes, I heard it."

"Then what do you think of my singing?" There was obvious tension in Shendai Wugu's voice.

Just as Chuan Ping was about to say 'very good', he suddenly shut his mouth when he realized something.

and many more.

If he praised God Dai Wugu now, it might increase his confidence in singing. Once he sang in public, what happened today would continue to happen, and even lead to a chain of tragedies.

But if you say 'it doesn't sound good'...

Chuanping turned his head stiffly, and met the eyes of the 'monsters' who were still in the living room.