Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2396 The Prophet is Dead (Part Two)

Midnight Tales: Ghostly Carriages?
I have to say the scene in front of me is a bit too classic, and it's quickly veering into the style of a horror movie.

From this angle, you can see that visibility outside is indeed low, and the night is indeed deep.

Meanwhile, the dim sky was devoid of any stars or moon, with only scattered light sources from the surrounding buildings illuminating the area.

Riding alone in a horse-drawn carriage in this environment creates an incredibly immersive atmosphere.

Then, in this scene resembling the last bus, there was another last bus following behind without a driver, one after the other, forever trailing behind...

And then, at this crucial moment, the car broke down...

Seeing that they were trapped there, the driver remained unmoved. When you finally went to check on him, you were horrified to find that he was bleeding from all seven orifices...

It must be said that if the clown made a dazzling entrance in a more technically sophisticated way, it would definitely leave a more lasting impression.

Unfortunately, despite Fu Qian's anticipation, and even as the black mud flowing from the coachman's ears soaked almost his entire upper body, he still did not see that familiar figure appear.

The only benefit was that I could feel the strong Ame-no-Oka style from both sides of the street.

It was indeed that old spot, although I don't think I'd ever been there before.

While it may appear somewhat deserted, this "bustling metropolis" still seems to be functioning well, with no obvious signs of damage or ruins.

Where is the gray?

This second-best question also seems to be facing a minor setback.

Fortunately, Fu Qian has never had an overly idealistic way of thinking, so he won't feel disappointed because of this.

At the same time, the Hill of Unseen did not keep him waiting for too long.

As the black mud enveloped the coachman, the mud beneath the wheels also began to climb upwards, swallowing up half of the entire carriage.

Tap, tap!
These changes all happened silently, but strange noises still emerged eventually.

The driverless car following behind was slowly closing in amidst the sound of horses' hooves.

Most importantly, with each step forward, the color of the carriage seemed to deepen, rapidly moving closer to the black mud.

An unusual, pungent smell then became stronger.

……

It's more like a horror story now.

The carriage stopped because it had become a target for predators?

The black mud on the ground is not the fault of the road administration department, but rather a trap that appeared out of nowhere to block our way when the time was right.

This is why it has that unusual viscosity, because it's not ordinary mud.
Everything was the predatory tactics of the car behind them, and now it was mealtime.

It wasn't a deliberate anthropomorphic description; Fu Qian stated that at that moment, the two horses walking at the very front were already dissolving into the same viscous texture.

It quickly lost its original shape, and as it stretched and tore, the former muscles and bones seemed to combine to form a devouring hole, gnawing at the carriage.

This, in turn, makes the figure sitting quietly inside appear even more vulnerable and helpless, as if terrified...

Sizzle, sizzle—

This classic horror story, however, ultimately met with a tragic fate and setbacks.

As if numerous invisible sharp blades were slicing through, the black, viscous substance at the junction of the carriage, which was already connected to the rear wall and had become a fully attached, unmanned carriage, was torn apart piece by piece, and the whole process was forced to slow down.

This sudden turn of events is undeniably dramatic, like a superhero appearing in a crisis to turn the tide.

It might still be exciting, but the horror atmosphere has been somewhat weakened. Another minor issue is that the invisible blades don't seem to aim very accurately; instead, they feel like indiscriminate attacks.

As the black mud was torn apart, the luxuriously decorated real carriage was also on the verge of collapse—but it didn't.

As someone who witnessed the entire event, Fu Qian remained seated.

Even the brass ashtray opposite was cut in half by such an attack.

"Finally waiting for you."

In this quiet moment amidst the hustle and bustle, a voice came from above.

……

If it weren't for the much richer tone of his voice, one would almost believe that the earlier guess was true, and that the clown had indeed changed his welcoming style before finally making his appearance.

Not only did the sound come from the building above, but the actions taken on both occasions were also quite similar: vandalizing the vehicles while disregarding the passengers inside.

As for now, the conclusion that Fu Qian can draw is that he has never heard this voice before; it is a complete stranger.

The other method is quite good; it's even more ruthless than the Joker's Billboard.

As for that last sentence, it doesn't seem to have been said to himself either.

Although another statement followed immediately, it wasn't out of place to consider oneself as part of the audience.

“I don’t know who you are, but if you think no one will care about you right now, you’re sorely mistaken.”

It still exuded a powerful aura, and you could tell that the source of the sound was rapidly approaching, soon landing directly in front of the two vehicles.

Looking up, one can see a figure that doesn't quite match the imposing entrance sound effects.

He was somewhat thin, his trench coat was wrinkled, and his long, messy hair and striking hooked nose were illuminated by the green light emanating from the sign next to him, which made him seem even more sinister.

To give a specific comment, if you encounter this while walking at night, most people would probably think of taking a detour.

"Why do you think there are still cars outside so late? It turns out you really don't have a brain, you're just a fool driven by your gluttonous desires."

As they get closer, the stories told by the characters become increasingly unsettling.

Not a horror story, but a fishing operation?

Is this car considered bait?
This "use and discard" attitude does indeed fit this point quite well.

Click!

At that moment, Fu Qian remained still, but his body inevitably fell suddenly.

"Want to run?"

Amidst the intruder's cold laughter, the entire car was twisted and deformed in an instant.

The wheel that got stuck in the mud was completely flattened, along with the black material on it.

The benefit is that the carriages are completely unrecognizable, offering no privacy whatsoever, allowing passengers to see directly behind them from their seats.

But the ghost carriage that had been following them had completely lost its original shape, turning into a large black blob, and the pungent smell was intoxicating.

Although there was no verbal response, the large mass did not remain still, exhibiting animalistic struggles while seemingly trying to seep into the ground.

Unfortunately, the carriage that was originally intended to be swallowed up now seemed like a wedge driven into its throat, nailing it firmly in place.

boom!
Even the next moment, a special impact might actually fall from the sky, piercing your body and splashing up a surging "mud wave".