Blood of the Hunting God

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It's hard to describe in words.

It was an indescribable situation, like a change in the senses, feeling something that should not be felt.

Is it footsteps?

Opened the door, but saw nothing.

Who is watching yourself?

Turning around, I only saw the tattered sculpture.

Was the sculpture facing this direction in the first place?

The head started to hurt gradually.

It seemed that some kind of hallucination began to torment his senses.

Where am I?

What am I doing?

How long has it been since you left this house?

The memory is also gradually blurred.

but.

Can clearly remember that thing.

that sculpture.

That twisted sculpture.

It's as if it has taken root and grown in my own memory, and I can recall it easily.

No, it's not just that.

The sculpture seemed to come alive in my own memory.

Waking up suddenly, Shi Er found that he had stood in the office for three days without eating or drinking, his pants were directly stuffed with excrement, and traces of his own saliva and vomit were left everywhere on his clothes

I didn't see where the sculpture was again.

But he clearly remembered that when he first started studying and going to school, there was this sculpture on his desk.

That thing, in his memory.

Memories of studying, memories of being with family members, memories of being alone, among all the memories, no matter what memory, no matter when, no matter what you are doing memory.

He could see that the sculpture was right next to him.

staring at myself.

He began to remember.

That lost ancient cult.

Even who the object of worship is and what it looks like is an ancient worship that has been completely forgotten.

He began to realize that perhaps it wasn't the cult that had been forgotten.

It's that this worship shouldn't have any possibility of showing up at all.

It must be returned.

After hastily cleaning his body, Shi Er realized this even more.

This thing must be returned.

Return it before it's too late.

It now appears in my own memory.

It has not yet appeared in other people's memory.

He called other people to confirm. No one remembered the existence of such a weird statue. In the memory of other people, this thing did not exist. It was just that this thing appeared out of thin air in his own memory.

It must be returned.

For no reason, I feel that I must return it.

Otherwise, it will be too late.

He started rushing to the mental institution where his friend Jonlow was now being held.

He remembered the name and location of the mental hospital.

But he couldn't find that place on the map.

Tried to ask other people, and got the result that they didn't know at all.

"There's never been a mental hospital here?"

"That place has always been a wasteland."

"There is no such thing, I have lived here for so many years, if there is, would I not know?"

No one acknowledges the existence of that place.

All are convinced that such a mental hospital does not exist.

Yes.

That's why.

That old cult.

It cannot be reproduced in this world.

Because so the people who know it.

will gradually disappear from this world.

At this moment, Shi Er realized what kind of thing he had taken over.

It's too late to regret.

With a glimmer of hope, he still went to the location of the hospital.

He hoped to find Qiong Luo, find the location of the hidden cave, and return this thing, if it could be returned.

Luckily for him, he did find that hospital.

Although it has become extremely dilapidated, it looks like it has been abandoned for decades.

But the hospital still exists.

The whole hospital is still real.

Take a step and walk into it.

It seems that the tinnitus began to faintly start, and the vision also began to become abnormal.

What happened to yourself?

Did I get close to something again?

Thinking gradually became dizzy.

The distance of the corridor was gradually lengthened at this moment.

See what?

Corpses hanging from the ceiling.

Did you step on something?

Human skin spread out on the ground.

The statue was beside him, watching him indifferently.

No, is that really indifference?

It just cannot be understood by humans.

Everything has started to stink, everything has started to rot.

The worms fell downward and it rained.

Flowers grew out of the rotting flesh, and mouths squirmed in the flowers.

Two spines were giggling on the wall, some internal organs were hanging from them, and fell off amidst the children's laughter, falling to the ground slowly trembling.

And he was still swaying forward in the crooked corridor.

The eyes are twisting around.

The skin seemed to be melting little by little.

own teeth...

Raising his hand, he found that his teeth were already standing on his fingers.

One of his feet melted away, and he could only slowly drag on the ground.

One of his eyes fell out, and he could only hold it in his hand and put it in his hand.

Where is he?

What is he doing here?

Where was he going to stop?

Reached?

Already arrived?