noffsinger Chapter 187 Innsmouth Town
Chapter 187 Innsmouth Town
The two quickly returned to the tavern, and Ling Yunxiao casually added another ten thousand years to Wang Mian's lifespan.
Wang Mian blinked. Although he was still consuming his lifespan, consuming one hour to replenish ten thousand years was a bit too extravagant.
He didn't say anything, but simply closed his eyes and stood there with his palms outstretched. The silver primal power of the laws of time shone brightly around him, as if surrounded by stars.
Ling Yunxiao stood behind Wang Mian, gazing at his silhouette amidst the twinkling starlight, momentarily lost in thought.
On a street corner, weathered beyond recognition by time, stands this dilapidated little tavern. Like an old man in his twilight years, it silently watches over the changing landscape of the city.
However, as time reversed, the tavern seemed to be reborn. The floor, once covered in thick dust, gradually became clean, as if an invisible hand had gently brushed away the dirt. The once dilapidated and rickety tables and chairs, under the influence of this mysterious force, slowly returned to their former state. Broken table legs were rejoined, and worn tabletops became smooth and flat again.
Meanwhile, the mottled marks on the tavern walls slowly disappeared, as if erased by an eraser. In their place came brand new walls, as white as snow, without a single flaw.
As Wang's face paled, the chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the tavern was no longer dim, but instead emitted a bright and warm light, illuminating the entire tavern.
"Captain, let's take a break! There's still some time before it gets dark!"
Ling Yunxiao smiled and spoke, and Wang Mian nodded and withdrew his hand.
The tavern has now been mostly restored. Although it still looks a bit dilapidated, it has suffered far less than it did when I first saw it.
The two sat on the steps in front of the tavern, looked up at the sky, and then widened their eyes at the same time.
Above the void, a pair of blood-red eyes were clearly imprinted in their eyes, and those eyes even carried three parts mockery and seven parts sarcasm.
Ling Yunxiao tilted his head to look at those eyes, feeling for some reason that they seemed somewhat familiar. Although the eyes were blood red, even resembling the Blood Moon they had seen before, Ling Yunxiao sensed absolutely no ominous or corrupting power within them.
"Captain, these eyes seem familiar!"
"Yes, it looks a lot like Yiyu's eyes, especially when we first met Yiyu at Jinan Mountain. Before he was cornered on the mountaintop by Master and Mr. Lu, he used those same eyes to look proudly at the earth's veins."
Wang Mian gave Ling Yunxiao an answer he hadn't expected, and the two fell silent for a moment.
rambling...
He should still be in the fasting place right now. Although Ling Yunxiao still has a lot of money left, it is only natural to keep some savings for investment and financial management.
After the Master leaves the fasting place, the Ninth Seat should be able to take good care of Yiyu, since the two are old acquaintances.
“Dreaming…”
You mean the Ancient Gods Cult...
"No way! This is the deepest part of the mist we've been searching for, a town connected to the Cthulhu Mythos. If the Old Gods were related to Cthulhu, how could they be so shabby..."
Ling Yunxiao's voice grew softer and softer, mainly because after he put himself in Wang Mian's shoes, the more he looked into those eyes, the more they seemed to be talking in a daze.
"..."
Wang Mian was speechless, but Ling Yunxiao stood up and waved his hand at the void above.
"Hey, whine, come down here and let's chat for a couple of dollars?"
Unfortunately, those eyes remained unchanged, and after a gust of wind, they disappeared behind the dark clouds.
Inside the fasting facility, Yiyu, who had just finished cleaning the restrooms of the entire warden's building, sneezed. It seemed someone was cursing him. Oh well, there wasn't anyone in this world who cared that he was still alive; he couldn't afford to offend anyone. He wouldn't even dare to hurl insults at them, so let them curse him...
After resting for a long time, the pair of eyes in the sky disappeared and never reappeared. It was getting late, so Wang Mian stood up again and walked towards the tavern.
Half an hour later, the tavern returned to a habitable state.
After the two entered the tavern, they were pleasantly surprised to find that there were many unknown wheat juices, as well as some dry bread, jams and other foods.
After casually finding a place to sit down, Ling Yunxiao got up, opened a bottle of wine, and took out a plate of boiled beans from the counter.
"Although the taste is just average, it's a good accompaniment to alcohol."
"Oh, that's alright."
The two men looked at each other and smiled, poured two glasses of wine, and then gently clinked their glasses together.
In truth, given their current level of spiritual attainment, even without any food for years, they wouldn't have much of a problem. It's just that, having grown accustomed to the simple pleasures of life, when they're eating and drinking, they might feel like ordinary people again.
Night finally fell, and the tavern became the only place in town with light.
The two men walked out of the tavern with their wine glasses in hand, only to be stunned by the scene before them.
At this moment, the entrance to the tavern was surrounded by a group of strange and mysterious people.
These monsters, seemingly from the depths of the sea, come in all shapes and sizes, each unique and bizarre. Some are as large as mountains, while others are as small as grains of sand; some are covered in sharp spikes, while others are covered in soft, slippery mucus. However, regardless of their differences in appearance, almost every monster possesses a repulsive feature—ugly, sticky tentacles and fish scales that emit a foul stench.
Moreover, these monsters were shrouded in an ominous black mist. This mist seemed to be alive, constantly churning and surging, sometimes condensing into hideous ghost faces, and sometimes transforming into eerie symbols.
Whenever the black fog comes into contact with the ground, it makes a hissing sound and emits wisps of pungent black smoke, turning the surrounding land into a deep black color.
"Roar……"
The eerie and mysterious creatures roared at the two of them. Ling Yunxiao sighed, and with a flick of his wrist, the Ghost Head Shield and Xing Tian Axe appeared in his hand.
"Captain, you've had a long day, so don't do anything. Leave them to me, you can rest for a bit!"
The moment Ling Yunxiao charged out with the Xingtian Axe, Wang Mian had already spread out his palms, freezing all time in the surrounding area in place.
Therefore, Ling Yunxiao charged into these stationary targets with great momentum, easily cutting down one mysterious target after another.
Soon, the Red Lotus Karmic Fire ignited, blooming into a sea of red flames in the open space in front of the tavern.
"Captain, I remember now! This is Innsmouth, the secret hiding place of the Deep Ones in the Cthulhu Mythos, a place where people worship Dagon and pray to Cthulhu."
This is the anchor point where Cthulhu entered this world! This is actually the birthplace of Cthulhu in this world.
Captain, this place is very dangerous. As an anchor point, all Cthulhu that enters our world will likely appear here.
Those mystics I just killed were probably the corrupted and assimilated Cthulhu cultists we saw during the day. I just wonder when the next Cthulhu Outer God will enter this place.”