A sect whose belief is distortion, and the god they worship is the God of Distortion.
Of course, in the eyes of the Twisted Cult, they are not twisted, but this world is. Distortion is the true background of the world, and their ideal is to return the world to its original state.
At least 100,000 people? It seems that this should be a stronghold of the Twisted God Cult, not the headquarters, because the Twisted God Cult is also a powerful force in Hell. If it is the headquarters, it is impossible to have only 100,000 people.
After all, tens of millions of people live in Nightmare, where the headquarters of the Primordial Cult is located.
Since we have come to the stronghold of the Twisted Cult, this means that we have arrived at the Inner Prison of Hell, a place rarely visited by nightmare apostles. The first generation Red King actually disappeared in the Inner Prison. The reason for his disappearance may not be the nightmare monster, but the people living in the Inner Prison, or perhaps it involves gods.
With this thought in mind, Su Mu slowly walked towards the black fog. Everyone thought he was exploring the terrain and no one paid any attention.
When he reached the edge of the black fog, he snapped his fingers and a metal object wrapped in black hair popped out of the black fog.
After returning to the team, Su Qing looked at him suspiciously: "What did you just throw into the black fog?"
"Nothing, I just want to see what's in the black fog." Su Mu lied without thinking.
"Captain, what should we do now? Should we go up the mountain?" Lin Nanxing retracted the [Eye of the Sky] and came to Su Mu.
"Of course we have to go up the mountain, but before that, we need to change our image."
A moment later, under the disguise of [Senluo Wanxiang], everyone's appearance was completely changed.
Everyone's facial features have been displaced. Some have noses where their eyes should be, and some have ears where their noses should be. It looks indescribably weird.
With this disguise, with the help of the [Eye in the Sky], everyone headed straight for the nearest small village. In order to obtain intelligence here and search for the trace of the first Red King, they had to contact the locals. To be on the safe side, it would be safer to start with the small village.
Soon, everyone gradually climbed to the top of the mountain. During the process, Su Mu was surprised to find that as the distance got closer, the originally tall statue was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it had already shrunk by half.
This completely goes against common sense. Under normal circumstances, the farther the distance, the smaller the object. For example, if you look down at the pedestrians on the road from a 100-meter building, you will find that the pedestrians are as big as ants, but when you go downstairs and walk onto the street, the pedestrians are the same size as you.
interesting.
The strange phenomenon made Su Mu feel more and more interesting.
The crowd continued to move forward and soon stepped into the village. It was like stepping into an extremely distorted world. The people living in the village had changed beyond all recognition, and even the buildings were the same.
The road was winding and crooked, and some of the trees around it even grew upside down, with their roots completely exposed to the air and their lush branches and leaves half buried in the soil.
The house, which should have been flat, seemed to have been twisted into a knot by some external force. People who saw it even doubted whether people could still live in it.
If it were just their appearance that was weird, that would be fine, but the locals' behavior was a hundred times weirder than their appearance.
A man with his head growing in his crotch is kissing a crooked tree passionately, and his big mouth growing in his belly button utters some incoherent love words from time to time.
"My dear, you really make me feel sick. As soon as I see you, I feel sick all over. I wish I could live with you forever and feel this sickness every day."
This weird and absurd feeling made everyone feel uncomfortable. They continued to move forward. The twisted people around them did not pay attention to them and seemed to treat them as their own kind.
Soon, they saw two people fighting and there seemed to be a conflict.
One of them was holding a dagger made of white paper, and the other was holding a mace covered with spikes. The strange thing was that he was holding the end covered with spikes, and he was completely unaware of the fact that the spikes pierced his hand, leaving several bloody holes.
Swish!
The paper sword swung violently and hit the mace. In an instant, the paper sword broke and bent, while the mace was intact.
But the man holding the mace showed a look of horror. He raised the mace high in shock, then bent it hard against his knee. With a snap, the mace broke into two pieces: "You actually cut off my weapon!"
The man with the paper sword sneered from behind him: "This is a magic weapon that I spent one second to create. It's not unfair for you to win. What do you think? Do you want to compete again?"
The man with the mace looked ashen: "I won. Xiaoli is yours."
"Hahaha...Xiao Li, you are mine!" the paper sword man laughed.
Just when Su Mu wanted to see who Xiaoli was, he saw the man with the mace shyly throwing himself into the arms of the man with the paper sword.
Su Mu: “….”
He admitted that his imagination was somewhat limited.
But at this time, Lin Nanxing complained: "Xiao Li is so ugly, is it worth it for the two of them to fight over her? The people here even have a distorted sense of aesthetics."
Su Mu's eyes moved slightly. He vaguely realized that the influence of the distortion was still continuing. Even if he didn't look at the statue, just stepping into the mountain would still be affected.
However, judging from Lin Nanxing's condition, the impact is still relatively minor at the moment.
"Let's go find the locals and ask about the situation first."
Su Mu walked towards a shop. The owner of the shop was a young man with his eyes high on the top of his head. It’s not that he was arrogant, but his eyes were indeed on the top of his head.
"Welcome, what would you like to buy?"
Su Mu was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that there was someone who was slightly normal.
"Just take a look."
While he said this, he had actually started the hypnosis. After a while, the shop owner was successfully hypnotized.
Su Mu took out the portrait of the first Red King and asked, "Have you seen this person?"
The shop owner nodded blankly: "I have seen it."
"When have you seen him?"
"This morning."
Su Mu frowned slightly. This morning? The first generation of Red King disappeared for several years and was most likely dead. But this person said he had seen him this morning?
"Where did you meet?"
"At my house."
"Where are the others now?"
"That's me." said the shop owner blankly.
Su Mu: “….”
This was the first time he encountered such a situation. Although the hypnosis was successful, it was as if it had not been successful.
These people's minds are so completely twisted that nothing can be asked of them.
"Let's go." He turned around, and saw from the corner of his eye that Lin Nanxing was about to draw the arrow from the quiver.
When Lin Nanxing saw Su Mu turning around, his face changed and he quickly pretended nothing had happened and secretly put the bow and arrow back.
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