I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 169
The bell strikes three times in the middle of the night, which is the time when mortals are sleeping soundly.

Sebastian fell into the nightmare of the cursed man who refused to forgive him once again.

He would always dream of a dark and deep woodland, dreaming of the deep darkness that is difficult to describe in words, in the depths of the woodland where the pale moonlight cannot render light, he seems to be able to sense the excitement of some kind of terrifying creature flapping its wings, telling weird jokes in a hoarse and low voice... Whenever he wakes up from this nightmare, the strange sound of "click, click, click" always echoes in his mind.

But tonight's nightmare was a little different. After Sebastian woke up from his dream, he felt the slight but clear buzzing in his head, as if someone was whispering in his mind, guiding him. Leaving the hotel, walk along the hidden path behind the house towards the narrow stone platform protruding below the cliff.

The boy didn't know why such a bizarre idea suddenly appeared in his heart, but he still couldn't help following the guidance whispered in his head, and slowly got out of bed and put on his windbreaker.

He pushed open the door in a daze, walked around to the back of the house, and as soon as he left the corner and left the shadow of the old house, a large expanse of bright silver moonlight poured in.

The first thing that catches the eye is the huge, almost perfectly round moon disk. The full moon, which looks like a poor quality white moon or a decayed skeleton, is full of deep pits. It is said that they were left by the moon god Artemis when she was hunting ferocious beasts from the sky. The scar underneath.

The light of the moon slapped on the face without any cover, causing the boy's sleepy eyes to squint. Gray spots of light fluttered and floated in the shadows under the eyelids, stretching and distorting... He suddenly felt that the light seemed so bright. Very familiar.

How do you feel that the moonlight tonight...is so similar to the arc moonlight in the deep woods I just dreamed about?

With such doubts in mind, Sebastian reopened his eyes and walked in the directed direction.

The sea at night is icy cold outside, and the humid water vapor seems to help the cold temperature penetrate further into the body, making the cold air wrap around the heart, lungs and bones.

Sebastian shuddered subconsciously. He tightened his windbreaker and shrunk his shoulders, as if this would reduce his contact area with the sea breeze and ease the erosion of the severe cold.

But the young man's consciousness was not awakened by the cold sea breeze, he only felt the humming inside his skull becoming more and more clear, and at the same time he seemed to hear the faint sound of drumming coming from the cliff.

The strangeness of this drumming sound is that it actually implies a certain rhythm, as if the heart is beating, as if it is telling some kind of hidden words, and it seems to be an ancient and wild music, just as it is echoing in Sebastian at this moment. The weird humming in Tian's head.

The young man exhaled a long breath, then took a deep breath of the cold sea breeze, let the salty and damp cold air pour into his lungs, and shook his head vigorously, as if this could expel this series of auditory hallucinations own head.

But he still couldn't stop the restlessness in his heart. He felt that the faint and strange sound under the cliff seemed to condense into an invisible hand, bypassing the narrow cliff path, penetrating his chest, and gently touching his heart with sharp fingertips. Scratching.

He felt extremely itchy and uncomfortable, and couldn't wait to find out. He wanted to know what happened under the cliff, and who was playing the music with the sound of beating drums? !
The long-suppressed curiosity of this small-town boy rekindled, and he made up his mind to know the source of this strange noise.

So he slowly stepped onto the dangerous cliff path, stroking the jagged cliff with one hand, and walked down cautiously—this natural cliff path has been eroded by coastal wind and rain for a long time, and it is as smooth as a wooden floor sprinkled with vegetable oil If you don’t pay attention, you may step on the air and slide down the cliff, fall [-] feet in the air, and fall on the cold sea with a plop—if you are lucky, you don’t slap on the reef and fall into a puddle of flesh.

Sebastian was so focused on observing the landscape under his feet that he almost held his breath, and even his heart seemed to stop beating—for a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was too nervous or too cold.

But when the young man came to the end of the cliff path with great effort, he could reach the natural platform of the cliff by two steps forward. When he passed the corner, he saw that the stone platform was empty, with no one and nothing!

"Isn't this stone platform the source of the strange sound? Then why did the strange sound in my head guide me here?!"

Sebastian listened to the drumming that was still playing softly. He came to the edge of the stone platform and looked towards the source of the sound.

Then I saw four figures standing on the seashore under the cliff, who couldn't see the outline details clearly for some reason-although they couldn't see the real appearance, but he was sure that they were the four guests who stayed in the hotel today!

"What are they doing at the beach without resting so late?" Sebastian muttered to himself.

These four figures stand scattered, and there are several figures between them. From the perspective of the boy, the four mysterious guests seem to be standing in vertical lines, like a crossroads. The most slender figure facing the sea and the bright moon at the front should be Ms. Melanie—he already knew the names of the four guests during the dinner.

Then he saw Ms. Melanie holding a tiny round object in both hands, holding it high against the rising moon over the sea, and seemed to be beating gently at the same time-this was the faint drum. the source of the sound.

The sound of drumming sometimes lasts and sometimes stops. Occasionally, the other three residents will step forward and pat lightly. It seems that they want to use this to convey some message to the sea or the bright moon?
Sebastian looked down at the weird behavior of these four guests, but his inner doubts and curiosity became deeper and deeper.

But he did not ask foolishly at this moment. Instead, he huddled on the edge of the stone platform and peered at the seaside. At the same time, he raised his ears and listened carefully, trying to find a certain pattern in the faint rhythm of drumming. .

However, with the strange rhythmic drumming, it continuously poured into the ears along with the sea breeze.

Sebastian suddenly felt that his cochlea seemed to be beating with the beat of the drum, his heart was also beating with the beat, and some organ in the center of his brain was also beating slightly.

The thing in his head was beating faster and faster, more and more powerful, it was like a passionate dance in the boy's skull!

The dancing movements are so violent that it seems that in the next second, it is possible to jump out of the skull directly, jump out of his eye sockets, bounce off the stone platform, land on the beach by the sea, and fall into the four squares arranged in a cross. Among the guests, perform a symphony of drumming and music with them!
So uncomfortable, so painful, what kind of drumbeat is this, who are these guests——

The young man held his head in pain. He felt that his skull was about to burst open, and his brain would be torn apart amidst the pulsation. Some kind of dark and wild rotting thing seemed to draw vitality from this pulsation, and was about to break free from prison. Out of the bondage of the cage, out of the cocoon!

(End of this chapter)