Chapter 40 Those Who Left Me (13) (Three in One) [VIP]
The sticky liquid exploded and gushed everywhere.
Guan Hongyan, who was closest to her, only felt something gushing all over her body. A faint fishy smell followed the gas into her nostrils, went down along her trachea, filling each of her alveoli, and slowly flowed to her whole body with her breathing.
The fishy smell even has a hint of heat.
It dripped down Guan Hongyan's trouser legs. She swore that she would never wear sneakers with sweatpants again in her life. She would tuck her trouser legs into Martin boots and take it to heart.
Because that warm, sticky liquid dripped down her trouser legs and slowly stuck to her ankles.
The thing seemed to be alive. Guan Hongyan even felt that the touch from her nerve endings conveyed to her the message that the thing was wriggling as it slid down.
Although she said so much, these thoughts flashed through Guan Hongyan's mind so quickly that it only took less than half a second. The self-defense mechanism of the human mind made her subconsciously ignore the real events in this half second, and instead think about some other problems to divert her attention so that her brain would not stop under such an impact.
Her expression remained at the last moment when she looked at Cen Qiwen, and then her pupils trembled a few times, her sanity was crumbling, and she quickly closed her eyes to block her own sight.
"Don't look here, close your eyes!" Her thoughts have never moved so fast. From Cen Qiwen's death to so many thoughts flashing through her mind and then to her brain determining the most useful way to deal with it, which was to close her eyes, all of this took less than a second.
Guan Hongyan closed her eyes, her rationality gradually collapsed, and the last remaining judgment made her shout hysterically: "She Mochu!"
She never knew her voice could be so hoarse.
A pair of cold hands placed on her shoulders and pushed her away from the area very quickly and steadily.
The pair of hands, whose temperature was far below human body temperature, made her a little more awake. The image remaining on Guan Hongyan's retina began to fade gradually under her forced mental control.
In the dusty room, Cen Qiwen's head suddenly exploded like something out of a horror comic, without giving her or Guan Hongyan any time to prepare.
The smell that remained in her nostrils had a disgusting fishy odor. What was unacceptable was that she seemed to have awakened some primitive impulse in her DNA, and a very incompatible sense of familiarity arose spontaneously.
This feeling of familiarity made Guan Hongyan feel creepy.
No animal would feel a sense of familiarity with the brains of its own kind, and she didn't have the special habit of cannibalism, so the death of her own kind would only make her feel alert or nervous. This sense of familiarity was too abrupt and strange, and it controlled Guan Hongyan's body, making her want to run her fingers over every inch of the ground stained with red and white, and bend over to scoop up the sticky liquid.
In other words, body fluids.
Fortunately, Guan Hongyan was vigilant enough.
In other words, she was obedient enough.
The ability to listen to advice and be in charge is the greatest virtue of every team member who can leave the world of K-series alive. Life is more important than anything else. Even though the first san check had just passed, after realizing that this feeling of familiarity was strange and abrupt, Guan Hongyan immediately interrupted her own thoughts without hesitation.
For the first time in her life, in order to suppress a thought in her mind, she began to repeat the word "cilantro" silently in her mind.
She imagined that green plant in her mind, yes she didn't even want to call it food.
She outlined its shape, its lush green leaves, its long, narrow roots. At this time, she would rather feel intimacy with the food she hated most than have similar feelings for the brain of her own kind.
As her thoughts changed, the smell of coriander began to spread between her lips and teeth, and this smell also made her almost vomit.
Her throat was churning uncontrollably, and Guan Hongyan raised her hand to cover her mouth subconsciously, but she quickly put it down after realizing that her hand was stained with something. The fishy smell of brain matter had been completely suppressed by the smell of coriander between the two actions, and she was filled with the disgusting smell of this plant from the inside out.
The smell she couldn't stand the most.
But she felt reassured.
Guan Hongyan had severe tinnitus in her ears due to the strong smell of coriander. Now she closed her eyes, covered her ears, cut off her thoughts, observed nothing, understood nothing, and perfectly practiced everything She Mochu said.
She stood there, waiting for instructions from She Mochu, the only member of the team who could handle such an emergency.
In fact, She Mochu's condition was not much better than hers.
Bai Jin said that She Mochu's eyes were somewhat special.
This particularity is reflected in its extreme sensitivity to Outer Gods, the Old Ones, and those strange, incomprehensible, and unspeakable things.
The normal world in the eyes of others may very well be another in his eyes. This is one of the reasons why She Mochu is always on the verge of a mental breakdown.
He is looking at the world with a pair of eyes of a mythical creature, so what the world reflects back to him will naturally be what the mythical creature sees.
If this state is not obvious when the synchronization rate is low, it is just a short edge attached to Bai Jinshu's vision. Then when the synchronization rate exceeds half, the vision of this mythical creature will be like a double image after high astigmatism, overlapping with the normal vision.
When the synchronization rate reaches 80%, this kind of picture will occupy the mainstream field of vision, and the normal picture will become the vague lines on those disgusting distorted shapes.
The synchronization rate is one hundred... No, not one hundred.
No human being can afford the cost of fully receiving the vision of mythical creatures, including She Mochu. In his daily life, the utilization rate of these eyes is only 90%. When he has a mental breakdown and begins to possess spirits, the utilization rate will be forced to rise to 100%. So at this time, he needs to replace his original eyes.
Otherwise, if he saw all the things that only the mythical creatures could see and understand after they reached their complete form, he would never be able to turn back into a human being.
He wants to become one of the mythical creatures, but he has no plans to completely alienate himself and stop being human.
Even though he suffered far more pain than pleasure as a human being, he felt that being a human was still pretty good.
At least it's much better than becoming those things covered in unknown mucus, with a color as weird as spoiled acrylic that has been expired for one or two years and is covered with mold, smelling like rotten and fermented white grass snake flower water, and then speaking with some sounds that make people want to dig out their ears.
That goes against his aesthetic.
It also goes against what Bai Jin said.
Of course, it’s not that there aren’t relatively less disgusting things, but She Mochu feels that if he were to be alienated, he wouldn’t be that advanced.
He habitually estimates the outcome of events in the worst-case scenario.
But now Bai Jinshu can tell him, no, you will.
Cen Qiwen's death simply turned on the most terrifying switch in She Mochu. His synchronization rate increased because he witnessed the death of his teammates, and his eyes began to increase in utilization rate because of the increase in synchronization rate. There was no problem with these, Bai Jinshu could completely control them. But the problem was that everything happened too fast.
This death was different from previous ones. Something that only mythical creatures could see and understand appeared too quickly, and it did not give Bai Jinshu enough time to change his vision.
Now there are two eyeballs in his eye sockets at the same time. She Mochu's human eyeballs, the last insurance of his humanity hidden in his tear mole, did not have time to rise.
This means that Bai Jinshu witnessed Cen Qiwen's death with a pair of mythical creature eyes that were 100% utilized.
At the same time, he saw things that others could not see.
insect.
A swarm of insects swarmed out of Cen Qiwen's brain. Their bodies were transparent and invisible, at least invisible to his human eyes.
In another visual system, it is a milky white, plump and round insect. It is so perfect that it does not seem like a creature that can appear on Earth. It has a perfect head curve, a beautiful texture that shimmers with fine light, and a refractive index that is as perfect and warm as jade.
Bai Jinshu dares to say that no matter how afraid of insects a person is, after seeing such an insect, the first thought that comes to his mind will be: it's beautiful.
This is a kind of flawless and delicate beauty that has nothing to do with what kind of creature it is.
This kind of beauty makes people feel close to it and want to protect it.
——If it didn’t come out of Cen Qiwen’s brain.
But it is not certain whether calling it beautiful at this time is a judgment made by the human She Mochu or an emotion produced by the alienated She Mochu.
And Bai Jinshu indeed began to feel kind and protective towards it. He reached out and pinched a bug, subconsciously wanting to protect it, but another set of thoughts in his mind wanted to crush it.
He obeyed the instructions of his other thoughts and crushed it lovingly in his hands.
A little excitement rose in his heart.
hiss--
Bai Jinshu quickly pulled himself out of this not-quite-right state.
His synchronization rate clearly did not reach 100, but just now, he felt like there was another person controlling his thoughts and actions.
Not She Mochu.
It cannot be said that it was not She Mochu.
It can be said that it was She Mochu after being alienated.
With the help of the reflective zipper pendant on Guan Hongyan's clothes, Bai Jinshu could see his current condition clearly. The snake-like patterns had covered his entire face, and two eyeballs were crowded side by side in his eye sockets. His...his facial features had undergone subtle changes.
Becoming more attractive and intimidating, more...snake-like.
If Bai Jinshu didn't know what She Mochu really was, he would have suspected that what She Mochu witnessed at the high school graduation ceremony was actually the birth of a black goat kid.
Because now his whole body from top to bottom was filled with a cold and seductive feeling.
The "Black Goat" in the Black Young refers to Shub-Niggurath, one of the three original gods in the Cthulhu mythology, a fallen god of fertility, the "Supreme Mother Goddess", and the "Goddess of Dark Plenty"*.
The black goat of the forest that gave birth to countless offspring.
In other words, He arouses a primitive desire that exists in both humans and non-human species.
The one except appetite.
Now it's good news and bad news again.
The bad news is that She Mochu's last bit of insurance for humanity failed and he began to become alienated.
The good news is that he didn't turn into some disgusting, sick-looking thing that makes you feel uncomfortable from start to finish.
He is very advanced.
Bai Jinshu sincerely thanked the director who sent the script to his agent Lao Wu, and he would definitely visit the director's family when he has time.
At this point, it is no longer a question of whether She Mochu will go crazy. The problem now is that if he continues like this, no one knows whether She Mochu exists or not. His name, his body, and his concept as a human being will disappear completely after he completely turns into an alien.
As the current owner of this identity, Bai Jinshu has a certain probability of being assimilated as well.
Uh...this certain probability is actually as high as 99.999% at present.
Guan Hongyan heard She Mochu's voice amidst the severe tinnitus in her ears: "You guys go out first, turn towards the door and then open your eyes. Don't look back. After you leave, close the door tightly."
The voice had a strange hoarseness.
It was not a sound, but a touch that passed through her ear canal through the medium of sound waves.
The sound was like the sound of a snake's scales rubbing against the skin when it passed through the ear canal, rustling...
Guan Hongyan shuddered.
She seemed to be frantically testing the edge of the second san check.
She didn't dare to think about it anymore. Hearing the footsteps of other team members waking up from a dream in the room, Guan Hongyan also turned around, opened her eyes and walked towards the door.
She felt that the impact of the san check that other people had just gone through was definitely no less than her own.
Fortunately, none of the team members were looking for death. Bai Jinshu watched with his two pairs of eyes as all of them obediently left the room with their backs to him, then closed the door without looking back, and finally let out a breath.
As much as he wanted to greet the entire family of She Mochu, the director of that low-budget web drama, he was as grateful to Director Li as he was to her.
He even began to reflect on his own unhumble attitude. Even out of gratitude, he should have taken on the second film in the series of films about the long-haired young man.
Because Skao saved his life.
His fixed attribute, luck, is a luck that will never fail, even after Skao goes 100% crazy at the same time.
He released Huaijiamu from the previous unknown space, and Huaijiamu's mandatory synchronization rate was reset to zero, which was Bai Jinshu's last safety pin in this damn world.
It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on others. She Mochu, what exactly is your last line of insurance?
Bai Jinshu took a few deep breaths in the hut and began to recite silently in his heart.
"Supreme..."
No, God knows what will come out of reciting this in his current half-trance, half-alienated state.
This is a Cthulhu world.
"Huai Jiamu, Huai Jiamu." He changed his words readily.
An evil god with a human name is so close to the people at this moment.
Bai Jin said that there was not much human thinking left at this moment, and the only reason he could retain his human thinking in the face of alienation was because of the anger in his mind.
And this emotion of anger was also simulated by him.
Fortunately, Huai Jiamu is really a reliable person.
When he appeared in this room, the part of She Mochu that was reluctant to give up his human identity almost made him cry out loud, but then, this emotion disappeared immediately.
Because Bai Jinshu returned to his precious supreme 0%.
So Huai Jiamu followed the calling and prayers, and before he could see what was happening around him, a cold and soft body hugged him without hesitation.
The trembling, uneasy, restrained and sobbing prayer still echoed in his ears.
The owner of the prayer voice had already regained his composure. Bai Jinshu hugged the large suppressor tightly and reset it to zero at the last second of complete alienation. The alienation on his body faded away bit by bit, and he returned to the glorious human race.
It’s great to be a human in the world of Cthulhu.
Then Huai Jiamu heard the subtle trembling sound ringing in his ears again.
"I missed you so much," his follower sobbed.
It's great that I can continue to lie to the evil god calmly.
Bai Jinshu pressed the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye expressionlessly. If it had risen as fast as it fell a few minutes ago, this terrible thing wouldn't have happened.
Then he opened his mouth and read out this classic and disgusting line that could make anyone sick to death. From the trembling to the sobbing, it was flawless.
I forgot to mention that when he was studying acting in college, he was always the best in the class in terms of lines.
He never needs dubbing when acting.
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Guan Hongyan is not a germaphobe, but at this moment, she felt that some of her germaphobic genes were rapidly awakened.
This was the third time she had washed her entire body with the miracle from the Foundation.
Lu Changfeng, who was standing next to him, felt numb all over.
"Sister Yan..." he murmured, "Luckily I didn't look in your direction."
Otherwise, he might vomit so much that his mother wouldn’t be able to recognize him.
His thoughts were also the thoughts of all the other team members. Thanks to She Mochu's repetition of precautions before entering the village, everyone's first reaction after hearing the sound was no longer to turn around and look, but to close their eyes and cover their ears, trying to reduce their intake of information to ensure their sanity and safety.
Even so, the "bang" sound allowed them to pass a small san check.
It was really small. Compared to Guan Hongyan who faced the scene directly, the impact faced by others and the loss of sanity were just a little bit that did not affect the activities at all.
And if Guan Hongyan were in the Cthulhu world, she would definitely not be an excellent investigator. Her inspiration is extremely low, shockingly low. After witnessing this weird scene with her own eyes, she did not go crazy on the spot, but remained rational at this moment——
Then she used Miracle to wash herself for the fourth time, and she felt that the sticky and slippery touch all over her body still had not disappeared.
But if in the world of Cthulhu, Guan Hongyan would be an ordinary person living a good life. Ignorance is the highest level of blessing and praise for human beings in the world of Cthulhu.
She is extremely good at cutting off thoughts, ignoring anomalies, and remaining ignorant.
But no matter how good one was at remaining ignorant, one could not withstand having the brains of one's own kind splattered all over one's body. Even if the others only heard the "bang" and did not look back, when they saw the look on Guan Hongyan's face when she walked out the door, they knew what had just happened.
"Cen Qiwen..." Bi Wu panted beside her, "What did Cen Qiwen see?"
She and Jiang Jinming were the most shocked. They had both died once, and their death process was just witnessing "coriander" with their own eyes, passing a san check, and then losing their lives in a daze and numbness of mind. They didn't feel anything, and the first time they opened their eyes was the next day.
But Cen Qiwen’s situation...is different from theirs no matter how you look at it, right?
What on earth did she see to become like this?
Have they not also narrowly escaped such an ending once?
Yun Guang shook his head: "Qi Wen... your mind is too sensitive."
In sharp contrast to her is Guan Hongyan, the tough-minded king who faced the bizarre death of his own kind and is still alive and well.
From the nervousness and defensiveness of Cen Qiwen after she woke up this morning to learn of her own death, and the fact that she was the only one in the team who noticed that Bi Wu was not feeling well because she had used fixed attributes too many times, it can be seen that Cen Qiwen is a person with an extremely delicate mind and keen observation.
Her traits are more like an artist than an explorer.
Of course, there are all kinds of people in the exploration team, including artists, but this kind of thing that can be considered a plus in other unknown spaces has become the culprit of her death here.
In terms of the language system of the Cthulhu world, Cen Qiwen's inspiration is too high.
Guan Hongyan's inspiration was too low, and she could not see anything on the mural. Cen Qiwen, who saw something, saw too much, which directly led to her loss of sanity and unpredictable consequences.
She must have discovered something, but now she will never have the chance to say it.
Compared to the last time when everyone faced the san check of "Coriander", the outcome this time was even more tragic.
Even the barrage was blank for a long time due to the shock of this kind of death. After a long time, as the other team members left the house, they came back to their senses just like these team members who had just come back to their senses from the san check.
【I… fuck… thank you Foundation Mosaic for saving my life. 】
【Thank you for the Mosaic Foundation for protecting my sanity. 】
[I can’t stand it anymore. If I were in there, I would collapse.]
[Cen Qiwen...Is this a complete failure? ]
[Death after a big failure? What's on that painting? It's so fierce? ]
[Didn’t I also see the painting drawn by Guan Hongyan? Will I be okay?]
[No... What kind of horror can there be in that thing? It can't be a painting of villagers worshipping evil gods on a sunny day instead of villagers basking in the sun?]
[Didn’t Cen Qiwen say that Guan Hongyan didn’t paint much, so her paintings should be fine to look at? It’s just that there’s something wrong with the original.]
[In the previous section, you are not trying to say that the circle above does not refer to the sun, but to some evil god, right? ]
[There are so many people in the report live room, can't someone come up with a better idea? Has anyone seen anything different? Tell us about it. ]
Not long after this comment was posted, a yellow announcement suddenly appeared at the top of the live broadcast room:
[Notice: Dangerous information, please do not discuss or think about it. ]
[The house manager is here... The people with high inspiration didn't dare to say anything just now. ]
[The property manager was so slow to react because he just came back from the san check. Maybe I accidentally saw it when adding mosaics.]
[This cannot be reported as a work injury, the foundation will have to pay extra money.]
[Reporting on the management of the live broadcast room: Substitute, the previous room manager passed the san check, and is now on sick leave. ]
[Oh my god... This is the first time I see a living property manager talking. ]
[I guess I haven’t invested in high-end space before. The internal live broadcast room manager of high-end space often talks. ]
[Horrible, in the world of Cthulhu, even the housing management is consumable. Brother, have you bought your medical insurance? ]
[Report on the management of the live broadcast room: Foundation employees have five insurances and one fund. ]
[Can medical insurance cover this thing called SAN? ]
As the topic on the screen gradually moved in a safer direction, the exploration team members on the screen also calmed down.
Guan Hongyan held her forehead with her hand. She and Lu Changfeng were like two sisters in distress. Bi Wu handed Guan Hongyan a bottle of blue energy recovery agent. Guan Hongyan waved her hand and said, "I have enough energy."
She was not physically tired, but mentally tired.
What the hell is going on in this world?
Killing someone is not a crime. It's just a scar the size of a bowl on the head. The invisible and intangible mental attack is too much.
She propped herself up with Bi Wu's hand, and leaned on her shoulder with a splitting headache. They were not particularly familiar with each other, but the contact and body temperature from others at this time made Guan Hongyan feel much better: "What time is it now?"
Bi Wu understands this feeling.
She raised her hand to check the time: "It's almost six o'clock."
It was already late, and according to the original arrangement, they had to go back no matter what they discovered at this point, otherwise the mountain road would be very difficult to travel on at night.
But the situation is special now. She Mochu is still in the room and has not come out. It is impossible for them to leave She Mochu behind and go back first.
As for what he is doing in there... just don't think about it or explore it.
The sky gradually darkened, and the temperature in the mountains dropped rapidly as the sun disappeared. Everyone shivered and started to light a fire without any prior arrangement.
Fire always represents safety and warmth in human genes. Lighting a fire can bring more than just warmth to everyone. It also brings a sense of security that comes from deep in the genes. This sense of security is exactly what all team members who have experienced san check need.
Guan Hongyan leaned on Bi Wu's shoulder and felt much better. The crackling sound of burning firewood came from the fire. The flames jumped, illuminating the surrounding environment and giving this long-deserted village a layer of orange-yellow glow.
The walls of the surrounding houses cast their shadows in the light of the fire, accompanied by the team members' occasional low conversations, as if the villagers in the village had never gone away.
Bi Wu looked around and then looked forward in a relaxed manner.
Suddenly, her eyes froze and her brain felt as if it had been hit hard.
She knew something was wrong...
The exterior walls of these houses are very flat, and their shadows are perfectly outlined on the walls.
How could it be so perfect, without any bumps or gaps? How could the wall be so smooth, without any bumps or potholes?
Just now... in that room with the painted pattern, that wall, that wall was just like their subconscious impression of rural earthen walls, full of potholes, right?
Except for those potholes, those spots, those little holes that make the wall uneven, they are not part of the wall.
It's part of the picture.
That is the pit left by the painter's great strength after the black color of the charcoal disappeared over time.
Cen Qiwen's voice appeared in her mind: [Sister Guan, you didn't draw enough.]
Guan Hongyan, you drew less.
Bi Wu no longer knew what she was thinking. She seemed to have thought of everything, and yet seemed to have thought of nothing. She could not control her own spreading thoughts. She was not in charge of Hong Yan, but she could not control her own brain.
She herself didn't know what those things that flashed through her mind were, but Bi Wu knew very clearly that it was over and she entered the second round of san check.
After she realized that Guan Hongyan had missed some spots.
But she had no idea what those spots were. This kind of rational deduction was too overbearing and unreasonable. She had no idea what the meaning behind it was, and part of her thinking had been erased.
Her brain was trembling, her limbs were trembling, Bi Wu's lips opened and closed a few times, she felt like her brain was about to explode, she couldn't make a sound.
She didn't even know how to warn others.
She didn't dare tell others directly about her discovery. This unreasonable san check in the Cthulhu world was like memetic pollution. Whether you understood the meaning behind it or not, the moment you knew it, you were finished.
But the good thing is that Bi Wu knows that she will not die. At least her brain will not explode like Cen Qiwen's today.
She didn't know why she got the same clue as Cen Qiwen but didn't die, but the time going back gave her a sense of security for the first time in this space. After she remembered that she would not die, her limbs were filled with strength from nowhere.
Put out the fire. Put out the fire.
I can’t let others discover this through the shadow like she did!
Guan Hongyan's head went blank and she almost fell to the ground, but Bi Wu, who she was leaning on, suddenly stood up and kicked towards the fire like crazy.
The flames climbed up her trouser legs and onto her skin, and Bi Wu seemed to have lost the sense of pain and reason, trying every possible way to put out the fire.
Kick with your feet, hit with your coat, blow with your mouth.
She was so hysterical that she wanted to destroy the light source, even ignoring all the damage she had suffered.
"Bi Wu!!! Bi Wu!!!" Guan Hongyan tried to hold her back, but Bi Wu's strength was so great at this moment that she couldn't even hold her back.
She felt that the person struggling under her hands was not a human being, but a wild beast.
Zhang Lu also stood up, and the two of them couldn't hold her back.
Jiang Jinming and Li Ren also stood up. The four of them couldn't stop her.
Yun Guang used the foundation's miracle, and the five of them couldn't do anything to her.
Bi Wu was like a mad beast, trying every possible means to destroy the fire.
A strange burnt smell came from her body, and Guan Hongyan's head buzzed. It was the smell of protein after the flames roasted her flesh.
Lu Changfeng couldn't stand it anymore.
He didn't dare close his eyes, staring at Bi Wu while suppressing his nausea and dizziness. However, just as her skin and flesh had healed a little, they were licked by the flames again.
She was like a game character with a debuff, and her health could never be fully restored.
Yun Guang's voice seemed to have some penetrating effect, echoing loudly in the mountains and fields: "Bi Wu! Don't even think about it!"
Guan Hongyan had never recited the word "coriander" so quickly in her mind. Before entering the Cthulhu space, she had never known that her fixed attributes could actually stabilize her sanity.
The disgusting smell and severe tinnitus quickly calmed her almost collapsed mind. The fire on Bi Wu's body had already burned to her waist. Jiang Jinming and Li Ren had no idea where to start and didn't know how to stop her without getting burned.
Zhang Lu was frantically splashing water. She exchanged a fire extinguisher from the foundation's mall, but it was a dry powder fire extinguisher. Once it was sprayed out, everyone present would have difficulty breathing, which would further affect their actions.
Guan Hongyan's teeth were about to break, but she didn't care and carried Bi Wu out in the flames. But then, before the flames could burn her body along the cloth, Bi Wu broke free from her arms with terrifying strength and continued to move towards the burning firewood on the ground.
She lost all her sanity, and her mind and eyes were filled with only the dazzling fire. The orange-red fire seemed to burn her retinas, making her unable to see anything else.
"Don't pull Bi Wu!" Yun Guang made a quick decision, "Put out the fire! Help her put out the fire first!"
"Zhang Lu! Fire extinguisher! Put out the fire!"
Zhang Lu picked up the fire extinguisher and his hands were shaking when he pulled the safety pin on it.
She was not afraid. She no longer had any extra emotions left for fear. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably.
This is the body's instinct.
She gritted her teeth and pressed the handle, and dry powder gushed out of the black leather tube of the fire extinguisher. Zhang Lu was too close to the fire source and Bi Wu, and her left hand did not hold it firmly at the first blow. The fire extinguisher sprayed into the sky, and the white dry powder spread all over the three of them.
The air was flowing and the dry powder was surging, simulating a grand tornado in the air. The white dust seemed to have life, drawing clear trajectories and arcs in the wind.
Zhang Lu aimed at the remaining fire and started spraying it regardless.
The fire on the ground finally died down.
The last source of heat disappeared, and as the flames died out, the dry powder was blown in all directions by the wind, sweeping over everyone like whistling snowflakes, as if carrying a sharp north wind. It fell on Bi Wu's eyelashes, on Guan Hongyan's shoulders, and on the back of Zhang Lu's hand.
In the evening in the deep mountains, you can also see the Milky Way with unusual clarity, with the sky filled with silver chestnuts.
Guan Hongyan just watched She Mochu walk out of the hut in the snowy sky. He was still as casual, lazy and at ease as ever.
When Bi Wu saw him, she felt as if she had finally found her savior. Guan Hongyan heard her shouting hysterically in a sharp and trembling voice: "Yanchen!"
"She Mochu! Yanchen! It's Yanchen!"
Guan Hongyan felt that her eardrums were about to be pierced by this sound that was beyond human limits.
She Mochu stretched out his hand and knocked down Bi Wu, whose face was covered with dry powder and tears, and whose expression was mixed with fear and hope.
She fell quietly into Guan Hongyan's arms and closed her eyes that were covered with smoke and dust.
The author has something to say:
In fact, you should be able to tell what Xiaochu is. The one with vertical pupils is a snake man, one of the four high-tech races in Cthulhu mythology. The one who descended the gods was the snake god Yig. In some settings, the black goat kid and the shoggoth were once their slaves.
Of course, if you want to localize it a little, you can also say that the god that descended was Bahu, the herd of Bahu, the representative work of Chinese Cthulhu.
It doesn't matter if you don't know anything, because these have nothing to do with this copy (.
* is the name of gauze
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