Real Game: I Exposed the Old Ones

Ah, devil!

A shrill scream suddenly sounded.

His consciousness completely collapsed because he could not bear the mental pollution.

Cao Jian yelled like crazy.

He jumped to the side of the road, pulled out a dagger from somewhere, and stabbed his chest crazily.

One knife

Two knives

Three swords

Use all your strength with every cut.

It seems that there is a deep hatred and hatred, and he wants to stab himself into a sieve!

Screaming, laughing crazily...

Blood, life.

Like a spice, it adds a touch of brightness to the show that is about to end.

Finally, Cao Jian's life came to an end.

The body collapsed.

He ended his life in the most tragic way.

Until death comes, fear is on his face.

The sound woke Zhu Zheng.

He reached out and groped randomly on his face, feeling cruel in his heart, and pulled off the tentacles directly.

Accompanied by tearing pain, it seemed as if these tentacles were growing directly from the internal organs.

But the pain also gave Zhu Zheng strength.

He was immediately aware of the danger.

The identity of the man in yellow on the stage is by no means simple.

In his eyes, the man in yellow is like the body of the endless abyss, symbolizing evil and death.

To a certain extent, the man in yellow made Zhu Zheng feel ten times more terrifying than Wusum!

A certain conjecture arises from the bottom of my heart.

Zhu Zheng forcibly suppressed his thoughts, turned around and ran towards the darkness in the distance.

But it was too late.

A look came from under the yellow clothes.

In an instant, more tentacles grew from the internal organs and emerged from the mouth and nose.

It felt like a heavy blow to the brain.

Consciousness quickly blurred.

Before his death, countless messages appeared in Zhu Zheng's heart.

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Crown with a magnificent crown, and covered with yellow robes.

Above the bonfire feast in the dark night.

Whispers of horror and beauty.

Hasta, brother of Cthulhu.

Hastur, the mortal enemy of Cthulhu.

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The breath decayed rapidly.

The black-winged angel statue worn on his body suddenly exploded.

But this was just a futile move and did not really save Zhu Zheng's life.

An indescribable breath blew over.

Life ends completely.

The King in Yellow, Hastur.

These are the last words left by Zhu Zheng

The appearance of the King in Yellow will inevitably bring about evil consequences.

This adverse effect often leads to the death of those who come into contact.

The deaths of the two people were just an interlude and did not affect the float parade.

At this moment, a figure walked out of the float parade and came to Qin Hongyue.

Hello, ma'am.

The person was hidden under an exaggerated cartoon doll suit, and judging by his voice, he was a male.

The man asked softly: Are you interested in participating in a grand show?

Qin Hongyue stayed in place.

The death of his companion is vivid in his mind.

Complex expressions of fear, struggle, and awe appeared on her face.

But in the end, all expressions turned into silence.

The corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a mechanical smile.

Of course, it's my pleasure.

Please come on stage.

The man makes a bowing gesture of invitation.

At the same time, a badge was handed over.

The badge is engraved with a strange pattern composed of yellow lines.

The pattern seems to be the source of evil and madness, exuding an indescribable aura.

In Qin Hongyue's eyes, the patterns were still spinning, flashing and squirming.

Yellow Seal.

Qin Hongyue made a gibbering sound.

She treasured the badge on her chest and walked into the float.

Immediately, several performers gathered around and handed over a set of costumes.

Qin Hongyue put on her clothes and followed the floats as they drifted away.

If Zhu Zheng had seen this badge, he would have discovered that the strange pattern on the badge was exactly the same as the pattern painted on the parade channel.

But no...

Zhu Zheng fell face down on the roadside, a pool of dark brown blood oozing out from under his body.

And his body seemed to be reduced to a fungus culture medium, with countless terrifying tentacles growing out of his corpse.

The tentacles are like weeds, soft and tough, swaying regularly with the night wind.

Not far from his body.

Cao Jian lay on his back, a dagger piercing his heart.

The parade floats stayed away completely.

The world is quiet again.

I spent about ten minutes surrounded by the rustle of green plants in the night wind.

Suddenly, Cao Jian, who had turned into a corpse, moved.

Click, click, click!

Cao Jian's body made bursts of abnormal noises as his joints twisted.

The head rotates 180 degrees, and the limbs are twisted weirdly, like a large living spider, standing in a weird crawling shape.

He reached out and pulled out the dagger.

The wound automatically secretes transparent mucus, like a layer of gel, covering the wound.

Cao Jian's head tilted slightly, as if in deep thought.

After a long time, Cao Jian's voice completely changed and he said in another hoarse voice: No, Hastur is false.

The whole world is an 'illusion'. Only by awakening the great existence can we be allowed to return to 'reality'.

I finally escaped with the help of this weak body. I want to continue my unfinished business.

Cao Jian took two steps forward and suddenly turned back.

“In this world, we can’t live without coupons.”

He wanted to find Zhu Zheng's backpack.

In the remaining memories of this body, Loli has quite a good experience in challenging amusement rides.

There should be a lot of coupons.

But when he searched carefully, he was a little confused.

There was a pool of blood on the ground, but there was no human figure.

Where's the body?

Why did the perfectly good body suddenly disappear?

Cao Jian didn't react for a while.

However, at this moment, an arm suddenly popped out and smashed through his chest!

Cao Jian twisted his head 180 degrees and looked at the Loli in front of him in disbelief.

Why.

How did she come back to life even though she was already dead?

The deceased should be emotionally stable and rest assured, and should not have too many problems.

That's right, never see you again!

Zhu Zheng grabbed the bone-crushing hammer with his other hand and swung it hard.

Cao Jian subconsciously raised his arm to block.

But this body is made of flesh and blood after all. In terms of the strength of the arm, how can it possibly compete with the bone-crushing hammer?

There is no suspense.

Broken arm.

The bone-crushing hammer continued unabated and directly blasted his head.

The headless corpse fell again.

Zhu Zheng didn't dare to neglect and rushed over to make up a few more shots.

A mysterious and unusual aura dissipated, accompanied by a slight abnormal sound.

It sounded like a metal object breaking.

Only then did Zhu Zheng stop, sat down next to the corpse, and muttered to himself.

The parade is really scary...

But after just one glance, I was extremely mentally contaminated.

Hasta, the King in Yellow...Fortunately, I still have a life-saving tool.

The Cross of the Tauren Chieftain!

Carrying this cross will automatically resurrect you seven seconds after death.

And temporarily obtain the Tauren Hate state.

In this state, you can make the malicious beings around you ignore you.

With the blessing of the Minotaur's Hatred status, Zhu Zheng climbed up from the ground and hid quietly in the green belt.

Just as he was taking a breather, several lines of twisted text appeared in front of his eyes.