Blood of the Hunting God

No, never noticed them.

It was just a group of ants. When they saw the elephant's footprints in confusion, they worshiped it as a god, and even tried to chase each other's footsteps.

The worshipers approached the god they worshiped.

And God didn't do anything.

God is just

Just exist there.

memory.

presence.

Even this kind of thing can't be preserved and broken.

Cognition is becoming disorganized.

It is impossible to know if this is the final sobriety.

disorder.

disorder

broken

deeply broken

I

.

I. ,

I am melting.

You are melting too,

My hands are on my head.

My head is on my lap.

My legs are on my hands.

we

melt

broken

I

I……

...

.

.

world……

right in my eyes...

……

In the end, only a desolate abandoned hospital was found, a hospital where no one knew why it was here.

All the people in the hospital disappeared, and no one knew where those people went.

Only in the only open ward, who wrote the text on it.

【The world is in my eyes】

Every word is incomparably fair and tidy.

But there is no alignment between each word at all, and it is in an extremely messy state.

Just like the moment when every stroke is made, like when every word is being written, the writer can maintain an absolute sense of sobriety.

But when the brush strokes left the wall, when the handwriting was finished, they immediately fell into extreme madness, so that they couldn't control themselves.

【The world is in my eyes】

No one remembers exactly who left the records.

No one can know what the writer saw.

No one can find out the world these missing people are in at this moment.

The disappearance cases happened in different places. These missing persons seemed to be people who knew a certain historian, but no one could remember who the original missing person was.All of this was easily erased, as if it didn't exist from the beginning, it was easily erased like this.

It's just that gradually, more and more people seem to be claiming to have seen a statue in their memory.

Every moment, every place, as long as you recall it, you will see it in your memory, a statue that suddenly appears.

And the number of missing cases also began to increase, increasing.

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"It feels like a half story with no beginning and no end..."

After listening to Po for a long time, he said with a puzzled expression on his face that he didn't understand at all.

"Indeed, and there is a feeling that I don't understand..."

Xuerong also showed a very confused expression.

"Wow, I'm sure I'm not very suitable for telling horror stories?"

Shrinking her head, Abigail showed a somewhat frustrated expression.

"No... this story is just not suitable for you little guys to listen to..."

Completely different from the confused reactions of the children, Disma's face was filled with a heavy expression at this moment.

"Hmph... this kind of story..."

Tardiff also seemed to be very emotional, but in the end he didn't say anything, just snorted coldly and fell silent.

Hey, why did the two Mr. Hunters react completely differently?

Abigail froze for a moment, unable to realize what was going on for a while.

"Ah..."

Before Abigail asked out of curiosity, the hunter had already put his hand on the girl's little head and rubbed it gently.

So, what is going on?

Did I tell my own story poorly or something happened?

The girl who didn't get an answer felt a little sullen at this moment.

The story session was quickly over, the children began to go to bed one by one, and the adults began to pack up the tables and chairs.

"The story of the demise of the gods... Where did that little girl hear such a story?"

Disma said with some emotion.

"Hey, it's not the same situation as us anyway, none of the three gods here is friendly to people."

Tardiff shook his head and said with a sneer.

"It's just an inexplicable sense of sadness. The story of inexplicable destruction always feels like our world, inexplicably falling into the disaster of destruction."

As Disma said, his eyes rested on the short candle on the table that was about to go out.

"This sentence, it feels like the girl is not telling a story, but a real thing that happened."

Tardiff couldn't help frowning when he heard this.

"Don't you have this feeling? The things she said are obviously quite empty and vague words. From the beginning to the end, there are always many things that cannot be fully explained, but it gives people a feeling that this kind of thing really happened. It feels, it makes people feel that such a terrible thing has really happened."

As Disma said this, a trace of not-so-obvious fear gradually appeared in his eyes.

What he felt was actually more than that.

At that moment, in the voice of the girl slowly speaking, what Disma felt was a strange, mocking sound, as if accompanied by Abigail's voice.

A voice that could not be heard by them sounded at the same time.

The voice was taunting them, laughing at them, telling them that all their efforts were in vain and that destruction was doomed.

It's like... there is such a voice sounding.

"That's all right, all right, don't think about what you have and what you don't have, are you ready for tomorrow's mission?"

Tardiff's impatient words interrupted Disma's thinking at this point.

"Well, it's almost there."

As he spoke, Disma looked at a backpack placed on the edge of the living room.

It was a backpack specially prepared to store the necessary items before he was about to go to the ruins of the city of Lucerne in the corrupt field.

This time, I don't know if I can finally get my wish...

Disma sighed secretly.

The last time I went to Fengrao Town, I had already paid a heavy price.

This time going to Lusai City is a more dangerous and terrifying place than Fengrao Town, and it is extremely mysterious and unknown. It is a mysterious place where no one knows the internal situation.

Going to such a dangerous place to look for that possibility, what will be the final result?

Disma could only pray silently in his heart, praying, to be able to find the miracle he needed.

I hope there is a chance to save that child.

Thinking like this, Disma quickly continued to pack up his things.

The hunter on the other side had already taken a short rest and washed up, and went directly to sleep on the bed.

"Huh, tonight is actually quite fun."

Saying this, Abigail smiled at the hunter, and went to sleep on the bed herself.

In the small room, on two single beds, two figures, one big and one small, gradually fell asleep at this moment.

Speaking of which, after holding this kind of horror story conference, there should be no such thing as not daring to go to the bathroom at night, right?

Such thoughts only appeared in Abigail's little head for a moment.

Then, intense drowsiness took her out of consciousness, temporarily.

Fragments 1-11: Ghost Story Convention at Night (3)

Sometimes, the more you fear something, the more you will be forced to face it.

Like now, like this very moment.

Abigail had the idea of ​​going to the toilet, and a little bit wanted to go to the toilet at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

But she can't.

Absolutely, there is absolutely no way to do it.

Woow, it's no problem to wake up alone at night before!

At this moment, Abigail shrank her whole body into the quilt, and let out a silent cry.

Before the story meeting tonight, the girl never thought that getting up to go to the bathroom alone at night would be such a courageous thing.Obviously, I didn't think there was any problem with doing this before, and I even dared to sneak downstairs in the dark to eat something or something, and I could do things like climbing from the outside of the building into the corridor on the second floor in the middle of the night. , but, but, why can't it be done all of a sudden today after the horror story meeting is over?

The little girl screamed silently at this moment.

However, this is also impossible.

After all, when Abigail woke up at night, she would not have imagined the sound of invisible footsteps in the corridor, or imagined a person who was facing her sideways, half of which was still intact, and the other half had been eaten and riddled with holes. People and stuff.

But now, after that horror story session, it all came to mind at once.