The Endless Shuttle

Rope tasted it, put the manuscript of the novel he was carrying with him on the table, and planned to start today's work.

"Can you give me a drink too? Lord Rope."

"So you woke up."

"You too underestimated the true ancestor's five senses. The moment you wake up, I have already recovered my mobility."

Gada wearing a white shirt walked from the door to Luo Pei and sat down, scanning his manuscript from the corner of his eye.

"This manuscript... seems to be different from what you usually write."

If what Ropey usually writes is only some eerie and horrible fantasy stories, then what he writes at this moment is like a real life eating monster, exuding unknown power and an aggressive sense of threat.

The text is twisted like a snake, leaving the air in a certain state of corruption.

But weirdly reveal a trace of opera-like rhythm.

"Well. In your words, it is a magical book with power, something that cannot be easily shown."

Rope turned the manuscript to the first page, which bears its name.

-"The King of Yellow Clothes".

The most unique forbidden in Cthulhu mythology.

Because it cannot be called a "book" in the strict sense.

"The King of Yellow Clothes" is a script of a stage play that tells the psychedelic dreamland of Hasta, the king of Harry Hu and the lord of the deep sky star sea in a distant country. The whole play is divided into two acts. The first act is relatively mild. When the second act appears, Hastana's inexplicable body and crazy thinking will gradually appear in the minds of the viewers.

But apart from this, within the scope of "knowledge", "The King of Yellow Clothes" is also of considerable value, enough to make ordinary occultists enthusiastic.

""The King of Yellow Clothes"..."

Gada frowned.

"I remember that in the chronicle you gave, this was a sign of a certain evil god."

"Hasta."

Rope reminded.

"The unspeakable high priest, the ruler of the evil wind, the distant feaster...I can be regarded as my immediate boss and old friend. I was taken care of by her before, so I plan to revise this repertoire. , Became my first novel."

"what……"

Gada made an inexplicable voice, and then she reacted to what Lopey had said.

"You plan to publish this?!"

"Don't make such a fuss. Even if this thing is given to ordinary people, it has no use other than steaming their brains to dryness."

Said the black-haired young man.

"Only people with abnormal powers can see the glorious glory behind "The King of Yellow Clothes", and in their hands, "The King of Yellow Clothes" can be widely disseminated. This novel, I do not intend to face the general public. ."

"Abnormal power, does it include vampires?"

"Of course, as long as you have magic power..."

Rope's words stopped.

He saw the expectant expression of the pale green-haired girl.

"...Gada, have you considered it clearly? This thing is not a sweet bread wrapped in chocolate. Once you mistakenly eat the knowledge of "The King of Yellow Clothes", even if you are the true ancestor, you will not end well. It's better to say that because of your immortality, you will be worse than dead in time."

"Anyway, you plan to throw it out?"

Gada said indifferently.

"In that case, it's better to give me the "Chaotic Realm". Written by the **** himself, another god’s iconic magic book, such a rare thing I really want. Besides, you shouldn't let me go on the path of "misinterpretation", right? "

The black-haired youth sighed and pushed away the tired third true ancestor.

"no."

"Why?"

"I can give you this book, you can't study the knowledge in it."

Rope said.

"For your subordinates or blood relatives, but you must not contact yourself. Even if you read it correctly, the book I wrote is deceptive. If you are curious about the same type of power, I can personally teach you the appropriate Of-starting from the basics."

"Your special arrogant concern is also something that fascinates me... plus your identity."

Gada lay on the table mischievously, looking at Rope as if admiring her husband.

She put her fingers on the table to look like a villain, and then lightly touched the paper of the manuscript of "The King of Yellow Clothes".

"Then, I will accept this?"

"When I finish writing, the second act is still a bit close."

One morning, Luo Pei was struggling to write at his desk, writing shameful taboos.

Gada stood by his side and waited every step of the way.

During the period, the blood relatives of the third true ancestor also came to meet, but they were all bombarded by the light green-haired girl.

Gada didn't plan to share the honor of watching the Demon God alone with his blood relatives.

In the end, as the sun rose near the island of Xianjin, Rope completed a revised version of "The King of Yellow Clothes."

Compared with the original version, it is longer and easier to understand in terms of strength. Some of Rope's private goods were interspersed in the middle, which made the whole repertoire very gloomy and weird.

"finished."

Luo Pei handed the manuscript to Gada.

"Remember, let your subordinates have to start reading from the first act. I can't help but read the second act and send it directly to the cremation site. It should be hopeless."

"it is good."

The third true ancestor made a sweet voice.

"Well, there's more." Rope continued.

"If someone reads the last chapter of the second act, Gada, by the way, help him arrange the "scene" and "altar". I will personally host the incarnation descending ceremony at that time. "