Perhaps because of the changing weather in Swater, after nine o'clock in the evening, as Zhu Jue and his two men approached their destination, the originally bright and bright starry sky gradually became obscured by dark clouds.

Only an extra round moon was left hanging between the broken mountain passes ahead. The moonlight that should have been bright white seemed to be covered with a layer of dark beige veil.

In the distance, birds flew past the night, and strange and cunning sounds came.

A strange wind blew from the nearby forest, wrapped in grass leaves and sand and stones, floating in front of Zhu Jue's eyes, and rolled forward in a swirling manner. Zhu Jue's eyes subconsciously followed him and immediately saw the "monster"!

It was a black shadow twisted like the tentacles of some kind of creature. When Zhu Jue saw it, he thought of what he had seen on the island before. He held it tightly for three days and the moon to go up.

However, when he stepped on the slope, he realized that it was because the terrain he was just now was low, and the weeds growing randomly made him feel illusioned. The black shadow like a monster tentacle was actually a wooden tower pieced together with dozens of wooden strips. The top layer seemed to be tied with a wooden arrow to identify the direction of the wind.

"Observatory, this is the outpost that those people have built on the periphery of the village. If you want to cross the pass there, you must pass through this road, or you have to climb the cliffs on both sides."

Fro followed Zhu Jue, just glanced at the wooden tower and said in a affirmative tone.

"There are guards inside?"

"Yes, it is usually held by two villagers, and they take turns to guard them 24 hours a day. Cultists will not do such things. They told the villagers that this is the task given to them by the Lord, in order to prevent the demons from entering the paradise where they are from outside hell... We have to find a way to control the people in the house first."

When he was formulating his escape plan, Flo carefully studied the terrain near the village. Although it had been a long time, he still knew the situation of these key locations.

"You are waiting here. The communicator cannot be used now. I can knock on the wooden board. Three sounds are safe."

About ten minutes ago, Zhu Jue discovered that the mobile phones and other communicators they carried were all disturbed by signal. The closer they were to the destination, the more serious the interference was. It was obviously a means of the cult.

He lowered his body. In order not to affect his movements, Zhu Jue put his backpack and weapon box aside, jumped out towards the room next to the wooden tower, and easily touched the side of the house.

It is naturally impossible to have materials such as reinforced concrete deep in the valley. The construction style of this kind of house is somewhat like the wooden house structure of the old American Western American era as Zhu Jue remembers.

"...... The descendants of the Mother of Darkness fill the universe, and great wars are going on inside and outside. This war will determine the fate of the universe, and the seeds of the gods will appear everywhere and reappear..."

Zhu Jue, who was crouching against the wall, listened to the sound of prayer coming from the house, and the content was exactly the same as what Flo said before.

"It's been so many years, and I don't know how many words I'll just read."

Putting his palm close to the window above his head, the scavenger surged out of his skin and then penetrated into the gap in the window. Not long after, Zhu Jue heard two muffled groans from inside. The scavenger's response came immediately, so he got up and opened the window that had been pulled out by the scavenger and turned it in.

The whole room was not big, just a simple table and chairs and a simple wooden bed with a wall attached to it. Half of the messy bedding was dragged to the ground. I guess someone was resting on it just now.

The lighting relies on two white candles beside the window, and the dense wax oil residues on other positions of the windowsill are enough to prove that this lighting method should have been used for a long time.

On the inside of the house is a picture of a similar material to the parchment in Zhu Jue's hand. It is painted with something similar to the head of a black goat, but the difference is that it has scarlet eyes, and its mouth that should have been protruding and narrow on this parchment is a bloody mouth...

The ground directly below the picture has a tan padding, and the prayer should be quite religious in terms of the imprints on the surface and the staleness of the mat.

"Tsk, this kind of monster portrait that can be used directly to scare people is actually worshipped by you as gods... they are all fucking talent."

Zhu Jue curled his lips. Even when he saw this picture, he felt a little disgusted. These people could face it without changing their faces and regard it as their own beliefs.

Suddenly, Zhu Jue smelled the sour smell of food residues, raised his hand to cover his nose and looked at the villagers next to him who had been tied up by the scavenger and covered his mouth.

At this time, the two of them were staring at Zhu Jue and twisting their bodies constantly.

They are unable to speak or do movements, but from their appearance, they don’t seem to be different from ordinary people, they are nothing more than the retro outfit on their bodies.

After removing a table leg and knocking on the windowsill for three times, Fro opened the door from outside, and even Zhu Jue's backpack and weapon box were transported by him with some difficulty.

At this time, Zhu Jue had used the cloth strip on the bedding to bind their hands and feet, and stuffed two balls of cotton into their mouths.

"Let's go, it's done here."

After taking my own thing, Zhu Jue took a look at it, and it was almost half past ten.

"In about half an hour, brainwashing sounds will begin to be played in the village. At that time, anyone who hears the sound will enter a special state, and their strength will increase, and they may break free from the cloth strips... You wait here for a while, and I will wear headphones for them."

The two walked out for a while, and Flo suddenly stopped and said.

After saying that, he ran back without waiting for Zhu Jue to reply.

Push open the door, put the backpack on the floor, half-squat in front of the backpack, unzip the zipper, and remove two pairs of wireless Bluetooth headphones.

"Sorry... This is to save you... sorry..."

Flo's breathing suddenly became much heavier, and his mouth kept saying sorry to the two people on the ground, and his movements were trembling and he put the full-covered headphones on their heads.

Press the play button with index finger.

The calm and elegant piano prelude slowly rang in the company of the cello.

Schubert's Piano Trio in E-Flat Major

Backing back to his backpack, Flo's hands tightly clamped the sides of the zipper, because his joints began to turn white because of the excessive force.

He took out the pill and took two more pills, barely calming his spirits. Fro took a sudden breath, pursed his lips tightly, and went deeper into the backpack with his hands again.

Pull apart the dozen pairs of headphones on top and take out the small black squares neatly placed underneath.

Its outside is wrapped with black tape and a thumb-sized timer is obviously a manual thing.

Flo listened to the pure music coming from the music, and made a little adjustment with a small black square, and a fixed value appeared on the timer, put it on the table next to the two of them.

He stared at the two men on the ground for more than ten seconds, and then left the house without any hesitation.

Flo, who caught up with Zhu Jue again, seemed to be freed from some kind of shackles, and the heavy emotions on his face were much less. He even took the initiative to talk to Zhu Jue: "Although I have only started watching videos recently, I am actually a loyal fan of the weird studio. I have watched all your videos several times, especially "The Indescribable Series 4: The Rain". Later, the news said that you stopped a cult's horror ceremony in that video. I don't have the ability to be as ease, but I am also trying to imitate... I like a paragraph in the video very much. Should Mr. Bruce guess which one?"

“That part of surfing?”

Geek Studio has conducted online surveys on this aspect. Both forums and major data networks show that the few minutes he surfed in the rain were the content that the audience replayed the most.

"No, it was the part you were chatting with that old sailor."

The young man smiled embarrassedly and continued,

"Actually, I admire that old sailor very much. I think he was about to become a monster at that time, but he cut off the tentacles with scissors until he ended up dying as a human being, and the words "Fuck Monster"... are really handsome."

"Hey, then your hobby is a bit special."
Chapter completed!