Cthulhu Grocery Store

Shendai Wugu slept all night under the quilt, sweating all over, and when he woke up the next morning, his fever miraculously disappeared.

In his sleep, he always felt a cold thing covering his head, which was quite comfortable, but there was always a fishy smell of seafood.

He opened his eyes, happened to meet Lovecraft's gaze, and was almost startled: "Lo, Mr. Love? Why are you here..."

Lovecraft replied slowly, "Sick and worried."

Although the answer was very short, Shendai Wugu still got what he meant, and his eyes were watery: "Could it be that Mr. Love has been taking care of me since last night?"

"Yeah." Love nodded without hesitation.

"Thank you qwq" Kamidai Wugu was very moved. He remembered that he had been vaguely aware that someone was there last night, but because of his previous experience, he always thought it was an illusion.

But having said that, he seems to have faintly heard Liu Dao Mu's voice?

"Well, Mr. Love, was there anyone else besides you last night?"

Lovecraft hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, Liudaoku."

"Sure enough," Shendai Wugu murmured, the voice he heard was indeed not an illusion, "Where is the Lord of the Six Paths now, I want to thank him."

"Going back," Love thought for a while, and added, "He looks a little ugly."

Shendai Wugu was even more worried when he heard the words: "Could it be that I caught a cold? No, I have to go and see."

He was about to get out of bed, but was stopped by Love, who looked at him questioningly.

"Cold, just right, will recur..."

"Ah, that's what you said." Shendai Wugu felt his still weak limbs. He has not recovered from his cold. If it recurs, it will cause trouble for Mr. Love. "Then I will go after I recover. Let's visit Lord Liu Dao."

Love nodded this time, agreed with his thoughts, raised his hand and pressed him back on the bed: "Take a good rest."

Shendai Wugu put back the quilt, and was a little confused for a moment: "That...Mr. Love, I'm not sleepy yet."

How could he fall asleep so quickly after sleeping for such a long time.

Lovecraft thought for a while: "Then what do you want to do?"

Shendai Wugu was stopped by his question, covered half of his face under the quilt, thought for a long time, and whispered, "Can I see your painting?"

"can."

When Shendai Wugu first made this request, he felt that he was too self-willed. Can an artist's work be viewed casually by others, but he did not expect that he really agreed, and was overjoyed for a while.

Love brought a lot of paintings from his own home, unfolded them for Shendai Wugu to appreciate, and at the same time, he did not forget to talk about the background and inspiration of these paintings. Most of them were paintings related to the deep sea and temples. Things are not very interesting, listen to listen, fell asleep.

When I woke up again, there was no one around, but a note was left on the seat.

This time, Jindai Wugu felt completely energetic. He read the note and left a message saying that there was hot porridge in the kitchen, and a warm current surged in his heart.

Growing up so big, he had very little experience of being taken care of when he was sick.

Mr. Love is a really nice guy.

After getting up and moving his body, Shendai Wugu was about to wash up, when suddenly the doorbell rang outside, he thought it was Mr. Love who left and returned, something was left here or something, so he excitedly went to open the door.

"Mr. Love, what did you forget to take...Huh?"

He opened the door, but it wasn't the Lovecraft he thought, and there was no one outside the door.

Only a bouquet of carnations lay quietly at the door.

Shendai Wugu held up the flowers hesitantly, looked around, and found no suspicious person.

He took the card in the center of the flower

There are simple blessings written on it, and the only signature is a cursive English signature.

"Feo...Dor?" Kamashiro Kirito pronounced the foreigner's name with difficulty, with a blank look in his eyes, "Russian?"

Why did you send him flowers?And knowing that he just recovered this morning?

Shendai Wugu shook his head, couldn't figure it out, hesitated for a moment, and walked into the house with flowers in his hands.

……

Uncle Chuanping slowly returned home from the supermarket with the vegetables he bought tonight. His handsome appearance attracted the attention of many girls staying on the side of the road.

He obviously looks like a young man, and he doesn't know what kind of persistence makes others call him Uncle Chuanping.

When the young man walked to the door of his house, he suddenly looked towards the stairs next to him: "I've been here all this time, are you waiting for someone? If you don't mind, how about talking to uncle?"

"Of course, I wish for it." The well-meaning Russian came out of the darkness at the stairway, with a smile, and met Chuanping's eyes in the air.

Both sides chose to sit down and talk.

"Meet you for the first time, my name is Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky." Fyodor smiled slightly, "Nice to meet you, Guardian of the Earth... Or the leader of the Pajama Babies?"

Bai Lan, who was sitting next to Chuanping, narrowed her eyes when she heard the words: "How do you know?"

It's fine to know the guardian, but only three people should know the name of the pajama baby. Needless to say, he and Uncle Chuanping, it is impossible for God Dai Wugu to mention it to others for no reason.

"That night, I gained a lot of knowledge from that person's favor." Fyodor pointed to his brain, "Thanks to this, I can understand the existence of everyone and the truth of the world."

"Favour?" Chuanping sneered, "It's punishment, it's rare that you survived that person."

Chuanping is naturally not ignorant of what happened some time ago. In fact, he was quite surprised when Fyodor stood in front of him.

This person is still alive?

"Of course I survived, as the second believer of that lord." Fyodor smiled mysteriously.

Now Chuanping and Bailan were really shocked.

Especially Chuanping, who knew more, was not only shocked, but also inexplicably complicated.

Yet another example of breaking the mold.

You must know that it is impossible for Azathoth to have believers, and sacrificing him is an extremely crazy act.

But today, two successful disciples have emerged.

Could this be a sign of something?

Chuanping felt deeply disturbed and exhausted by the changes that had not happened in billions of years.

Bai Lan doesn't understand Chuanping's complicated psychological changes, maybe because he knows less, his mind is more flexible: "Is it related to Mui-kun?"

"Yes, but please allow me to keep the specific affairs secret, after all, this is the secret of our believers." Fyodor was mysterious.

It's that xenophobic statement again.

Bai Lan puffed up her cheeks depressed: "Okay, okay, then Mr. Fyodor, why did you come here to meet us on purpose?"

"Of course, but I think it's better for everyone to discuss together," Fyodor pointed out, "Six Paths...why haven't I seen you?"

"He's sick, and he's missing now." Bai Lan spread her hands, "You are both believers, don't you know?"

Fyodor's eyes changed: "Mr. Liu Dao has some opinions on me and doesn't trust me. What's wrong with him?"

"It should be that he was overly frightened last night," Bai Lan said with deep gloating in his tone, "I went to him at noon today to ask about what happened last night, and his face was ugly and scary."

The gathering of the Outer Gods last night naturally aroused the attention of Chuanping and the others who lived next door, and even frightened them.

Fortunately, it was a false alarm. The next day, Bai Lan saw Liudaokui walking out of Shendai Wugu's room with an ugly face and sloppy footsteps, so she quickly and curiously went to inquire about the news.

As a result, I don't know if it was because of Liu Daozhou's trance-like expression, he easily obtained information and learned the reason for the gathering of the outer gods.

And Liu Dao Mu, who stayed peacefully in the outer god's nest all night, fell ill as expected.

Cause: Excessive shock

Bai Lan wanted to laugh when he thought about this reason, but when he thought about it carefully, being able to persist for a whole night surrounded by so many alien gods showed how tough Liu Dao Mukuo's nerves were, and it didn't seem like something worth laughing at.

"That's really a pity." Having said that, no regrets could be heard from Fyodor's tone, "Then let's start first."

"I believe you will be interested in the Outer Gods and the envoy of Azathoth."

Fyodor's eyes showed a condensed color.

Chuanping's originally calm expression gradually became dignified: "Where did you know this information..."

"Don't forget, the one who instilled in me a super amount of knowledge in order to kill me or drive me crazy." Fyodor pointed to his head, "Now they are here and become my knowledge library."

"I know many things, including what you are worried about now. The Outer Gods have indeed sensed His awakening. They are looking for the coordinates here, especially the messenger of Azathoth. He is already far ahead."

"You must be worrying about this matter, but you can't find a solution."

"That's what I'm here for."

Fyodor's tone was calm, and he didn't see at all that he had just fallen into a desperate situation not long ago, and now he was on the verge of danger again.

The devil has never been a law-abiding person. It stands to reason that he should hide his strength and bide his time to collect information now, but Avrgomon's knowledge made up for the lack of information at the beginning, so Fyodor felt that he was fine again.

Chuanping and Bailan looked at each other, and began to play red and white faces.

"You mean, you have a solution?" Chuan Ping's tone was sarcasm.

Even he, who has dealt with the Outer Gods for so many years, has no way to deal with these existences. Will this person who has newly learned the truth have a solution?

"Yes." Fyodor tilted his head, smiling lightly and firmly, "I have a solution."

Chuanping: ...

Bai Lan knew what Uncle Chuanping was thinking at a glance, and laughed a few times, but she couldn't go too far for her superior's sake, so she coughed a few times and said, "What can I do?"

"It's just some insignificant ideas, whether it will work or not is another matter." Fyodor began to flicker without blinking, "First, we need to expand the current 'abnormality' of Azathoth. The size of the believers started, and I just know a few suitable candidates, and their joining may make more interesting suggestions.”

"Second, strengthen the shielding effect of the world cornerstone. I already have a solution for this." Fyodor smiled mysteriously, and did not explain his solution to them.

Prynne didn't actually know Fyodor well, but she was keenly aware of something from the few words Liudao Mukuo had said: "Are you a terrorist worried about world peace?"

Fyodor: "What's the point of all this if the world doesn't even exist anymore?"

Chuanping subconsciously glanced at Bai Lan, who shook his head, saying that he did not see any loopholes.

Although he subconsciously felt that the devil in front of him should be the same kind of person as him, and it would be best not to believe a word he said, but the safety of the entire universe was at stake, so no one would choose to die together.

……I think should not be?

Of course, the final decision rests with Chuanping.

The oldest and most powerful person on the guardian side is Chuanping, and his attitude determines the success or failure of this negotiation.

Chuanping struggled a few times before opening and closing his lips.

After Fyodor left, Bai Lan turned to look at Chuanping.

"That's all you agree with?"

Although Bailan didn't actually deal with Fyodor, in the parallel world, there are quite a few 'Bailan' who have cooperated with him.

In conclusion, from what this person said, just listen to it for fun.

Whoever believes it is unlucky, and it is very unlucky.

Chuanping didn't speak, and raised his hand to pour himself a glass of water: "He gives me a different feeling from Liu Dao Mu."

"The first time I saw Liudao Mukuro, although the kid hid it well, I could still feel the suppressed madness and distortion in him, and this feeling didn't gradually disappear until a long time passed."

"But guy, how does it feel to you now?"

Bai Lan was stunned: "It's no different from what I saw in other worlds..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly realized.

How could there be 'no change'?

This unchanging feeling... is the biggest 'abnormality'.

Chuanping took off his glasses and wiped the lenses: "Let us see what he wants to do."