The indescribable "I"

A red moon adorns the night sky.

The crimson moonlight is like dripping blood, gradually soaking in the deep sky.

In the hidden forest in the outskirts, the dense trees look particularly terrifying under the cover of night, and the extending branches and leaves stretch out into long, slender and twisted shadows, like a group of monsters with teeth and claws.

"Listen to my call, the existence of wandering in the void..."

In the quiet atmosphere, the dull sound of chanting a mantra suddenly sounded.

A crow landed on a treetop.

It tilted its head, and its blood-stained eyes reflected a strange scene.

In the glade, a group of men in black robes gathered in front of an altar that had been erected.

The leader had a hood over his face and his arms were outstretched.The others behind him quietly half-kneeled on the ground, their faces submerged in the shadows.

"We offer sacrifices here..."

The crimson moonlight poured down coldly, outlining the figure of the sacrifice on the altar.

Not some slaughtered livestock, but a person.

A boy in a blue and white school uniform lay there.

His wrists and ankles were cut with narrow wounds, and blood gushed out, spreading from all over his body, staining the masonry.

The blood spread under his body in an orderly manner, as if life began to flow, and all of it flowed into the grooves in the altar.

Their apostles are coming.

The black-robed believers below were deeply intoxicated in their own fantasies.

No one has discovered, no, or no one has thought of it.

In their eyes, the finger of the dead person, the sacrificial boy lying on the altar moved slightly.

Then, his eyes slowly opened.

Headache, dizzy...

This was Bai Jiu's first feeling, as if his head had been opened, and the dull pain lingered for a long time, he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

"Welcome to your arrival..."

Just when Bai Jiu heard such a sentence, the haze in his eyes receded. He turned his head suddenly, only to find himself lying on an altar.

The white candle on the edge of the altar suddenly ignited, the flame was incandescent, and the altar was covered with strange lines, flickering crazily as the spell was spoken.

There was weakness in the limbs and heavy eyelids.

Bai Jiu: "..."

No, what are you doing? ? ?

Are you engaging in cult/sacrifice rituals in front of my house?

Also, why am I here?

Others were too focused on the ceremony to notice his awakening.

The head-like man in black robe took out a piece of parchment and lit it on top of the candle, and the name on the signature was shining.

The fiery tongue rolled around the paper, greedily licking it.

The moment the parchment burns out.

The blood that flowed into the groove surged like boiling water, the bubbles bulged and burst, a bloody mist evaporated, and began to spread, overflowing with the smell of blood.

Then the red mist slowly evolved, gathered, and finally formed a vortex.

It stays in mid-air, like a door that has already been formed, like a passage connecting another space, it is extremely deep.

"Success, we succeeded!"

A group of people in black robes cheered and shouted with joy in their eyes, "This is the gate for the apostles to come to this world!"

The scene was inexplicably familiar.

But Bai Jiu didn't figure out what was going on for a while, and he didn't know why he was lying on the altar, surrounded by inexplicable evil/religious scenes.

Wait...evil/religious scene?

He suddenly remembered something.

For a moment, the surroundings became silent for some reason.

In the hot summer, the chirping of insects and birds seems to have completely disappeared from this world.

The crow on the treetop fluttered its wings a few times. It couldn't bear this evil atmosphere and wanted to escape quickly.

At this time, a black thread quickly pulled it back, and wrapped it around it as if alive, and the crow froze instantly.

A cold hand reached out from the shadows and grabbed it, soft black feathers oozing from between the tightened fingers.

This poor bird wanted to scream, neigh, struggle frantically, and escape from this place, but the thoughtful eyes in the black mist glanced at it from the corner of the eye, and everything stopped abruptly.

The darkness outlines a boy and takes shape.

With long black hair hanging down to his waist, holding the dead crow in his hand, the boy who suddenly appeared stood firmly on the slender treetop

The eye sockets are deep, with a pale and gloomy appearance.The point is, he looks exactly like Bai Jiu.

"Where's my brother?"

He was a little puzzled and turned his head to look in other directions.

Suddenly, a strange light flashed in his eyes, he slowly lowered his head, and stepped back into the darkness, as if he had never appeared before.

No one noticed this scene.

the other side.

Indescribable horror befell here.

From the vortex, a thick and smooth black tentacle stretched out, like a certain part of a mollusk, followed by a disgusting and frightening huge body, which all came out.

"vomit……"

At this time, there were untimely vomiting sounds one after another.

Except for the leader, those worshipers who bowed their heads had an irresistible reaction in anticipation of the gods.

The strong sense of vomiting seems to be firmly attached to their cerebral cortex, attacking them step by step through the spiritual level.

They vomited while feeling constant palpitations.

In the face of an unbearable danger, the human body instinctively gives an early warning, trembling and screaming frantically.

what is this?

What has befallen our world?

That's what an overly sensitive guy thinks before being passed out.

And his hapless companions were not as fragile as he was, and instead endured what seemed to be a torture-like experience.

"welcome."

The leader owed his body.

He was well-dressed and in good spirits, free from the gaffes of his crew.

Is the ceremony complete?

Is the priest talking to the apostle of the gods?

A believer raised his head in a daze under the double torture of body/body and spirit, and opened his eyes wide, trying to see the face of the apostle of the god clearly.

He glanced.

Then--

"Tick tock" sounded, and he covered his eyes with his hands, screaming like a child.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!"

Blood gushed out from his eyes and dripped down from his palm, moistening the weeds, and the bright red and emerald green mixed into a strange color.

He howled in pain, scratched his hair, knocked his head on the ground desperately, like a madman who lost his mind, then fell to the ground and started rolling around, stirring up dust all over the ground.

The remaining believers were startled, and their curiosity began to grow wildly.

They clearly knew that they shouldn't do that, but the tendency of human beings made them raise their heads reflexively.

"Eyes... my eyes—!"

"It hurts!! No, no, what's wrong with me?!"

"I'm blind, I'm blind—!"

Then they stepped into the same realm as their previous companion.

This lunatic asylum scene makes them look more like cultists than before, at least now they behave like real lunatics.

The apostle of God they speak of is simply the embodiment of the malevolent creation described by horror novelists.

The overall shape is like an egg, with thick black tentacles entangled under it, like twisted ropes.No mouth, let alone normal facial features.

Dense eyes are all over its fat body, eyeballs without whites occupy the eye sockets without eyelashes, each one is like plump flesh, as if it will drip overripe juice at any time, and occasionally it opens and closes as if breathing.

It exists like a pollution.

Like a red-hot knife, it plunges deep into your brain and stirs.

The weeds around the altar have gray and black spots, the branches and stems are wilted, and the affected area gradually expands.

"Sacrifice...my sacrifice..."

A big mouth suddenly opened on its body, a bright red tongue was forked like a snake, the saliva flowed down, and the words it spoke did not belong to the language of any country.

"A total of 12, all here."

Faced with such a terrifying alien, the leader of the man in black could answer calmly, and even dared to look directly at it, completely unharmed.

His tone was very casual, and he used the quantifier "only", completely failing to treat those of his kind who had the same structure as him as human beings.

As if they were just a herd of livestock, slaughtered and then bled and cut.

There was obviously only one sacrifice...but he said there were twelve.

Except for the leader, the total number of those present and the unlucky ghost who was sacrificed before was 12.

This this……

What else can't be understood?

The faces were stained with horror.

They were not devout believers in the first place, and they joined this organization just to use their huge network of relationships to gain benefits. Greed was like a devil that prompted them to kill an innocent teenager.

When they learned that they could participate in this sacrificial ceremony, they were complacent about it, thinking that they had been appreciated.

Who knows... they also became lambs to be slaughtered.

Some people began to tremble, crying and wanting to run away, but due to the coercion of the alien species, they could only lie on the ground trembling.

But there are still a handful of people who refuse to give up hope, "This...Master Priest, you are joking, right? We have made so many contributions to the organization, you will not give up on us..."

"Gentlemen," he said, smiling, "for our Mother, Son, and our Most High God—"

He bent slightly and waved to them: "You should be honored to give your life, shouldn't you?"

"Believe in his kingdom of God, you will have eternal life!"

He grinned as his face was covered by the hood. At this moment, in the eyes of those people, he was more terrifying than that alien species with a strong sense of presence.

The cries of the cultists grew louder and succeeded in pleasing him.

Suddenly, a tentacle struck him.

The priest was startled, and hurriedly dodged, but the edge of his robe was still accidentally splashed with pus, which quickly corroded like sulfuric acid.

The empty tentacle made a hole in the flat ground, splashing earth and stones.

"Your Excellency, what are you going to do?" The priest stared at the summoned alien, "Are you going to betray the content of the contract?"

As he spoke, his hands touched his waist unconsciously, and there was a round sphere protruding under the robe.

The saliva left by the ferocious mouth of the alien race became more and more cheerful, and thousands of eyes stared straight at a person, turning around.

It let out a screech.

Immediately, everyone except the priest fell to the ground, their bodies twitched conditionally, and blood flowed from their mouths and noses.

The priest was not affected, but his face suddenly darkened.

Alien roar.

"Human beings... I only came here for the sake of the high-ranking people. I didn't expect you to fool me and play tricks on the number of sacrifices!!!"

More tentacles came towards the attacking priest, and the huge body moved towards him step by step, feeling extremely oppressive.

It was obvious that he wanted to use him to make up for the number of sacrifices.

While dodging in embarrassment, the priest shouted: "How is it possible?!! I have clearly counted the number of people."

Still lying!

The alien became even more angry, and attacked more fiercely. Countless tentacles swung at will, trying to chop this human into pieces.

The priest didn't believe it. While avoiding the attack, he cursed and counted the group of guys lying on the ground.

One, two, three, four... eleven? ? ?

It's really fucking eleven.

Wait, he missed one more.

The priest thought of the boy who was used as a sacrifice earlier, the alien species should have received his soul——

The sum is obviously twelve! ! !

Unbelievably, he counted again, and the result was correct.

So the problem should be-

The priest glanced at the center of the altar.

—There is a person there at the moment.

As time goes by, the full moon turns into a crescent moon, and the scarlet arc of the moon sprinkles magnificent blood-colored moonlight, forming a hazy ripple.

The figure of the young man is as thin as a lonely gray bird with thin legs. He is still wearing the blue and white school uniform, with one hand on his shoulder, as if aware of his gaze, and at the same time he raised his eyes straight, looked over.

Their eyes met for an instant.

how is this possible? ? ?

The priest was horrified to find that he had already confirmed his death, and the earliest sacrifice had come back to life.

The resurrection of the dead?

No, maybe he didn't die, but he misjudged himself.

Although surprised, but he has found the reason.

"Your Excellency, I didn't intend to fool you." The priest gritted his teeth, compulsively calming down his tone, ignoring the wounds that the alien had inflicted on him, "something happened, and the number of sacrifices you made is not wrong."

He pointed to Bai Jiu, "He somehow escaped your trial."

Sure enough, the attack of the alien species stopped immediately, and the tentacles retracted.

"correct?"

The alien scratched his bare body suspiciously.

Following the direction of the priest, it cast its terrifying gaze at the young man.

Bai Jiu looked at the alien species without a trace of fear, and didn't even move her eyelashes, her eyes were as indifferent as a pool of stagnant water.

The monster that made ordinary people go crazy and bleed at a glance, calmly reflected in his eyes without any ripples.

He pinched his palms with his nails, ready to fight.

There was silence.

one second.

two seconds.

One person and one different species stared at each other with big eyes.

The priest was bewildered by the dead silence.

Then--

The calm before the storm has come.

suddenly.

Like volcanic eruptions, landslides and earthquakes, the alien rage is as powerful as terrifying magma. It crazily hit the ground with its tentacles, and the disgusting screams of vomiting continued to spread around.

Its anger was even more violent than last time.

The priest couldn't bear the power, his face turned pale, "What's wrong? Calm down, please calm down!"

"AGAIN!!!"

"This is not a delicious sacrifice at all, this is... this breath is of the same kind, that's right, you dare to fool me again!!!"

it roared angrily.