It was a sprawling, densely built town, yet it exuded an ominous, dead air, devoid of life. Only wisps of smoke rose from the numerous chimneys. Three tall, unpainted spires loomed tall against the horizon. The spire of one of the towers had crumbled, and the clock faces on it and the others were gone, leaving only a gaping black hole. The crowded, sagging mansard roofs and pointed gables conveyed an unpleasant sense of worm-eaten decay. As the bus descended the mountain road, approaching the town, I could clearly see that many of the roofs had completely collapsed. Among them were some large, square Georgian mansions—sloping roofs and rounded attics. A long-abandoned, rusty, overgrown railway line stretched from between these houses, leading inland. The wires on the leaning telegraph poles on both sides of the railway had long since disappeared, and the old tracks leading to Rowley and Ipswich were also blurred and difficult to identify. (This is the original text)

Through the gaps in the street, one could see the breakwater in the distance, the distant Devil's Reef, a few fishermen, and a few scattered people. Just walking down this street, Chen Jing felt a strong sense of discomfort. This place was too uncomfortable for humans. It was clearly a warm scene of children playing in the yard, but with the children's strange appearance and peculiar environment, it looked particularly eerie, like a few monkeys playing with a ball in the open space in their clothes. It was disgusting.

The most impressive thing is probably the fishy smell here, which seems to be growing in every inch of the land. No matter what it is or where it is, there is this disgusting smell.

Irelia also felt a little uncomfortable, but she was a seasoned warrior, and had eaten in more disgusting places than this more than once or twice. She suggested, "We'd better find a place to stay and have a meal first, and then go find your target."

Chen Jing was also a little hungry at this time, but when he thought that he would most likely have to eat fish later, his stomach began to cramp.

"Respected messenger of the great being, our church is quite large." The black-robed fish-headed man suggested.

Chen Jing didn't look at his face, which could easily lead to over-judgment. He pondered for a moment. Although these Deep Ones weren't normal, their loyalty to Cthulhu was unquestionable. Could the Reincarnators bribe Cthulhu? That was impossible. Therefore, they were his natural allies. Furthermore, he and his two men definitely wouldn't be able to find any Reincarnators in a short period of time. Having the help of a local tyrant would make things much easier. So—he still had to eat this meal.

Chen Jing nodded like an old prisoner about to be executed: "Let's go to your church for dinner."

"Yes, sir, please come this way. Do you see it? It's that one." As the big bell rang, Chen Jing saw the church amid the shrill sound. The walls, which were supposed to be painted white, had become mottled and weird because they had not been maintained for a long time. The deep door was open, and several shadows were looking at this side. Although this was actually a welcome to him, Chen Jing was still a little creepy. However, the existence of Shamils ​​and the indescribable flesh mass on his shoulder that was curiously exploring the surroundings gave him great courage.

As they walked across the broad square, the man in black robe pointed to a tall, square, domed building beside the square and said, "That's our own inn. You can rest there tonight."

Chen Jing nodded: "Do you know? My first reaction when I saw this church."

"What is it? Respected Messenger."

Chen Jing shook his head slightly: "No, the Lord told me not to say it." Do you mean that I think your economic situation is not good and you should develop the economy to add another member to the Ke family consortium?

It is said that the Deep Ones have astonishing wealth in their hands. If it is used for economic purposes, coupled with Mr. Ke's dream erosion method, human society will basically suffer a catastrophe in a minute.

However, Cthulhu would probably disdain such a move. Even the Ancient One probably didn't exert his full strength back then. After all, among the Old Ones, Cthulhu is unique.

Yusa suddenly pulled Chen Jing's head. Chen Jing turned around and saw a bus stopped not far from him. A normal-looking American-educated man got off the bus, carrying his luggage and looking at Chen Jing. But Chen Jing really could not see Yusa at all. That was why Hei Pao could still stand here. Yusa was the child of Yuge and Shabu, a lower-level outer god. Even if He was just born, He would have some special features. For example, others could only see Him if He wanted them to.

The man in black robe glanced at the young man and said, "Tsk, just a little brat who doesn't know the rules. Let's go, sir."

Chen Jing couldn't help but look up to the man in black robe. He was worthy of being the deep diver chosen by Cthulhu to contact him. He could tell at a glance that it was a juvenile?

"There aren't many humans in this town." He smiled.

Chen Jing nodded and followed him to the church. Until now, he had not realized how much impact his ancient ranger suit had on the young man.

And Irelia next to her was wearing a cloak and scale armor.

"Weirdo," he muttered, heading towards the hotel.

Of course Chen Jing heard it. The monitoring range of Shamils ​​could cover half of the town, but he just smiled slightly. In this crazy world, it is not difficult to struggle to survive, but if you want to know the truth, you have to pay a price, and sometimes you will understand that death may be a luxury.

"There's a foreigner in the grocery store over there." Chen Jing was a little surprised that they actually let a human get so close to their hideout.

The man in black robe waved his hand: "To be more precise, it's the Arkham people."

"Ah~" Chen Jing let out a meaningful long sigh.

Innsmouth may be resented, but Arkham is truly haunted.

"I'll buy two portions of food for you two. Please wait." Chen Jing patted his shoulder. After getting to know him, he was also able to do this. "Not two, please take three. There is someone you can't see."

"Really!?"

Chen Jing suddenly felt a little regretful. If he had known earlier, he should have said that he had a big appetite. This man's fanatical and almost crazy attitude, coupled with his extremely ugly appearance, was simply an eyesore.

Chen Jing pushed him away and said, "Who do you think you are? Do you know the price of looking directly at God?"

"I know, sir! But I only need one chance in my life, even just one! Please show me, great God!"

Chen Jing rubbed his brows and asked, "Do you think it's more important to defile God with your own eyes or to do things for God?"

Sure enough, this trick worked amazingly well. He trembled and lowered his head: "I made a mistake. I will go buy some food and offer it to the gods immediately. May I ask what the gods like?"

Chen Jing looked at Yusa.

A childish voice rang out: "I like eating fish."

"Why?" Chen Jing asked.

"Azathoth is the god who eats fish blindly!"

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