The moment he finished speaking, the sea water in the stomach wall rolled violently, and a violent and ferocious force surged out from Chen Yangrong's body. From the perspective of realm, he was only half a step away from breaking through the peak of the "Klein" realm and reaching the ceiling of humanity.

In the wildly churning sea water, the lantern fish's faint light flickered uncontrollably. Its own realm was not high, and at this moment, under the impact of Chen Yangrong's power, it was already crumbling.

Feeling this terrifying power fluctuation, Lin Qiye frowned slightly.

"His mind has been completely corroded by that mass of flesh and blood." Lin Qiye's eyes swept across the stomach wall that wrapped around Chen Yangrong's body, and he whispered to Jia Lan, "I can sense that an extremely strange and violent divine power is continuously pouring into his body from the giant beast's corpse. His current realm should have been forcibly pulled up by the divine power of the giant beast's corpse...

An Qingyu had heard from members of the Ancient God Church that the more powerful the god, the easier it is for his divine power to influence the character and thoughts of his agent. Although Chen Yangrong is not an agent, I think the principle is the same.

Under the impact of such a huge divine power, his subconscious and thoughts have been completely affected."

"You mean, his current thoughts are not actually his own?" Galan asked puzzledly.

"Well, if what he just said is true, then after all, he is just an ordinary fisherman who came here by chance. How could he be so bold as to threaten to bring back a god from a pantheon within four days? This change in his character is too great!

If I'm not mistaken, the one who really wants to lead the gods of the Ke family back is... it."

Lin Qiye stretched out his hand and pointed at the stomach wall above his head.

"This giant beast? What is its relationship with the Cthulhu mythology?"

"I don't know yet... Maybe it was a creature that once worshipped Cthulhu Mythos. Or maybe... it is a member of Cthulhu Mythos."

In the madly surging sea water, the stomach wall of the giant beast had swallowed most of Chen Yangrong's body, leaving only a head and a chest with a long knife stuck in it exposed.

His hair fluttered in the seawater. He raised his old face and looked at the nothingness above his head. A reflection of a blood moon vaguely appeared in his eyes...

He spoke slowly:

"The blood moon is coming again..."

…

Fishing village.

The sky gradually darkened, the dim sunset was obscured by thick dark clouds, and before the night had completely fallen, the sky and the earth were already dark.

The originally calm sea was suddenly swept by a cold and violent wind. The waves were blown up to dozens of meters high and hit the shore heavily. The broken water droplets turned into a bloody rain and fell on An Qingyu and Chen Gou.

Chen Gou collapsed to the ground, curled up in pain, covered his ears with his hands, and banged his forehead against the ground frantically.

"Stop talking! Stop talking... My head is going to split open!"

He seemed to be completely unaware of the pain, and his forehead hit the ground with increasing force. Blood dripped down his cheeks to the ground, but he still had no intention of stopping, as if he wanted to smash his head apart!

An Qingyu frowned tightly, and he grabbed Chen Gou's shoulder to stop him from self-harming.

"Uncle Chen, what did you hear..."

Before An Qingyu could finish his question, he froze in place.

Chen Gou's bloodstained face had a pair of eyes as red as blood. He stared blankly at the dark sky above his head. A blood-red moon was reflected in his pupils, emitting a strange and eerie light.

"I heard it..." Chen Gou muttered to himself, "'Their' voices..."

An Qingyu was stunned for a moment, then immediately activated the Forbidden Ruins. His eyes were tinged with gray, and he began to quickly analyze Chen Gou's body.

Faintly, he saw a scarlet thread extending from the sea, split into two, one of which merged into Chen Gou's blood, constantly eroding his spirit and body.

Another ray passed through the boundless sky, extending to unknown place.

"Soul pollution?" An Qingyu frowned when he saw the silk thread.

He took a deep breath, and his grey eyes stared at the blood-red thread seriously, as if he wanted to analyze its existence. But the next moment, his eyes suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if a sharp thorn had pierced his eyeball, and he closed his eyes uncontrollably.

"Ah..." An Qingyu moaned softly, holding his head with both hands, his expression also full of pain.

Dozens of seconds later, he came to his senses, opened his eyes with difficulty, and began to gasp as if he was exhausted.

Just when he wanted to analyze the bloody thread, the strange power of pollution passed through his gaze and tried to invade his mind. Fortunately, An Qingyu reacted quickly enough and withdrew his gaze in time, otherwise he might have been polluted by the strange power like Chen Gou.

But he didn't understand, Chen Gou was just an ordinary fisherman, why was he suddenly involved in such horrific pollution?

An Qingyu looked at Chen Gou who was lying on the ground and screaming in pain, then turned to look at the blood-colored thread extending from the bottom of the sea, and the second thread that split into two and flew into the sky and disappeared. His pupils shrank slightly, as if he thought of something!

"...My wife died of illness several years ago, and my son left this fishing village a few years ago to make a living outside..."

"…A few days ago, my father and I went fishing at sea and encountered a storm…I was lucky enough to be picked up by another villager's fishing boat, but my father was not…"

These two sentences of Chen Gou suddenly echoed in An Qingyu's ears. At this moment, he thought of a possibility.

"Bloodline? This kind of soul pollution has penetrated into the bloodline?" An Qingyu murmured to himself.

If his guess was correct, the blood line extending from the bottom of the sea came from Chen Gou's father, who was also the real source of the soul pollution.

This strange soul pollution is affecting his descendants through the blood ties between people, including Chen Gou, who is still in the fishing village, and his grandson, Chen Lu, who left the fishing village early.

The dreams Chen Gou had these two nights were not just dreams. As he said, his father was conveying some kind of message to them through their blood.

The dead, the pool of blood, the red moon, kneeling down...

An Qingyu seemed to realize something and suddenly looked up at the sky. Unknowingly, a corner of a blood-red moon had quietly peeked out from the edge of the thick dark clouds.