I kill gods in my dream

Chapter 242 The ingredients are too complex

"Mr. Jing! Why don't you take a picture of the story of the missing people? Add a little bit about the catacombs, and you already have a horror story. Think about it, in the silent night, the sleeping manor owner suddenly suddenly I heard something, woke up from my dream, held an oil lamp to look for the source of the sound, and then heard a sound in the wall."

In the mansion, the maids were busy discussing various storylines.

There are horror movies, romance movies, and the two are mixed together. They want to make horror romance movies, and even the resurrection of the dead is coming. Wu Shuang's head was pounding when he heard it, and various plots emerged in his mind.

I think I want
Wait a moment!I do not want!
Wu Shuang forcibly cut off his thoughts and stopped the maids' excited discussion with a stop gesture.

"Girls! Girls!" He shouted several times, causing the maids to stop their discussion and turn their eyes over, and then he said seriously: "Please everyone stay in the room and stop running around. So as not to affect the filming of the movie, of course, if there are any filming crews who come to disturb me, let them come to me directly, I will wait for them in the room, or you can call directly."

He pointed to the landline in the room.

This is currently a relatively good approach that does not cause panic.

After calling and confirming that the old housekeeper had seen the surveillance but had not found any intruders or the whereabouts of the Silent Soldiers in the mansion, Wu Shuang had to accept that it seemed that he was the only one left to do it now. Dealing with all this mess.

After taking care of the maid, there were still many male waiters and gardeners left. They also lived in the mansion and were extremely concerned about the guns and guns outside. They only took a plate of melon seeds to eat outside. When they saw him coming, they didn't look like those He was chattering like a maid, which made him feel relieved.

"Everyone, please go back to your room."

Wu Shuang said that if all these people were resettled before the intruders entered the mansion, the situation might not get worse.

However, these waiters and gardeners did not chatter around him like maids, nor did they say anything to him, but they all whispered to each other. Some of them even described the house in an extremely exaggerated way with their companions. The legend in the mansion.

What depressed him was that he could hear it.

"Many people have disappeared in this manor in the past, and it is said that they were all related to some kind of cult ritual. The nobles who lived here used to secretly worship the evil god, and as a result, they summoned demons."

"cough."

Wu Shuang had no choice but to interrupt these discussions, and said in a fit of laughter and tears: "Don't think about it, there are so many weird things? This is just making a movie."

While calming everyone's emotions, he complained in his heart.

Although the manor was built based on his subconscious mind, he had no control over it and could only guess the results based on his own observations.

For example, after hearing other people's comments about this manor, he will inevitably have a certain opinion about this manor subconsciously, which will then affect the entire manor, but this opinion will be processed by himself.

So, in the final analysis, everything in this manor is still based on him.

This is why the furnishings inside the manor seem to him to have a strange sense of familiarity, because they are the result of blending things he has seen before.

But the problem is that he may not have seen the devil, but there are really several evil gods in his mind.
Charlie led a few people in the secret passage under the manor, cautiously moving forward, passing through the only few instruments on his body for testing.

There are indeed extraordinary traces here.

And it is different from the method of creating another space and making it different from the normal space, but a more powerful and rough modification that is directly based on reality.

It is an ability that is almost like a god.

Of course, this is not the domain of gods, otherwise the coverage would not be so small, and the degree of reality distortion would be pitifully low.

It's more like some kind of poor imitation of a god.

However, even this is dangerous enough.

"Seven percent."

The subordinate holding the instrument behind him regularly reported the degree of reality distortion.

From the moment they entered here, the degree of reality distortion has remained above 5.00%. This is a place that must be blocked from the outside world. It can be said that this is a ghost domain, and it is different from the hallucinations of evil ghosts such as ghosts covering their eyes. means of deception.

All the changes here are real, which means that maybe the road you just walked will become a wall when you look back.This is still a distortion level of 5.00%.

As they go deeper, the degree of distortion of reality slowly increases. Fortunately, no changes have happened yet that caught them off guard.

In this dark and cramped tunnel, a few of them lined up in a long snake formation, using the night vision goggles on their heads to explore inside against the stone wall.

As the supervisor and the talker of this scattered team, Charlie naturally took the lead.

"stop!"

He shouted into the communicator, raised his hand and clenched it into a fist, and the team behind him also stopped.

After walking in this narrow tunnel for so long, they finally came across a room. The team's formation also changed accordingly, and they were ready to break into the room.

"Reality distortion degree, ten percent!"

"Depend on!"

Hearing this report from his subordinate, Charlie cursed secretly, but did not give up his plan to enter. If they did not get as much information as possible, they would not be able to get out after wandering around here for half their lives.

After using his head to determine that there were no alert enemies in the room, he rushed in with his men.

After checking around, I realized that this was an empty room that looked like some kind of prayer room.

There was a stone tablet standing in the middle of the room, and there were many decayed cushions around it.

"The inscription above seems to be from the Book of White." A soldier inspecting the stone tablet reported in a low voice.

"what?"

Charlie was a little confused.

White's Book?How did the cultists who founded this place get it?He remembered that the ancient book was previously kept by the Hunter Guild, and was later moved and sealed in a holding facility for the Silent Ones. Of course, there are also some copies circulating on the black market, and the Abnormality Bureau recently obtained one.

But isn’t it a bit outrageous that this thing is engraved here like this?
To put it bluntly, the things in that book can be regarded as some kind of prayers, even prayers that can seduce gods. And the ancient book itself is a door to another world, and the other copies are not much different. , this is the power of gods, even if it is read out, there is a certain danger.

The result is just like this?
Crazy?
Before he could say anything, the soldier checking the stone tablet spoke again.

"Well, it's a bit messy. The person who carved this stele messed up all the contents. There is no beginning or end, and there are even repeated contents. If it was not intentional, then he was sleepwalking while carving."

"Maybe to save my life."

Charlie guessed that after all, if this thing hadn't disturbed it, this place might not be like this.

However, the things that confused him were not over yet.

The soldier who inspected the stone tablet was stunned after changing the side. He turned up the night vision device and rubbed his eyes, then blinked again to confirm.

"Huh? Why is this changed to the prayer of an outer god again?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"On this stone tablet, it seems that each side is engraved with the prayers of different gods. Wow, this side has changed again, and it has become a prayer from the virtual realm."

"???"

Charlie was a little confused.

Who are the people who built this place?Cultist?The things you believe in are a bit complicated, so you just believe in whatever is useful?Why don't you just play Clash of Evil Gods here?
(End of this chapter)