The Endless Shuttle

Somehow, Norman had a strange feeling.

Her usual gentle daughter has a strange courage at this moment, which makes her words very believable.

Seeing her father stopped panicking, Sena gasped a little.

"I will tell you the details later. Now, at least for now, please listen to my daughter's advice."

She pulled her father and said sincerely.

"This town is undergoing some kind of unpredictable changes. It may sound absurd to you, but now please take Brother Levin, mother and sister-in-law to leave this town together. The farther you go, the better. Recently Don't come back for a month."

Absurdly absurd, scenes and circumstances that are inconsistent with daily life.

He wanted to be like in a TV series, asking unreasonably, "What's the matter? You tell me now!" When Senna's next sentence interrupted his thoughts.

"By the way, where's the mother?" she asked.

"...In the kitchen upstairs, I'm probably cooking with headphones." Norman said uncertainly.

It stands to reason that Vivian should have come down with such a big movement, but so far he has not heard the sound of his wife opening the kitchen door.

"I'll go up and have a look, and call her down by the way."

Norman stood up with a slap, ready to walk upstairs.

"No, Dad." Sena bit her lip, didn't even change her clothes, and forced her tired body to move again.

"I will go with you."

Her eyebrows were aching, as if she had just faced a monster who claimed to be the "Wind God", except that the pain was much lighter than that of Hasta.

——Senna has a bad feeling.

The stairs at home have been walked tens of thousands of times since I was a child. It should be a scene that can be explored with closed eyes, but there is an indescribable sense of strangeness in Senna's eyes.

The space is crooked, unspeakable——

The wooden steps seemed to have just been soaked with a lot of water, and the wooden planks formed a curved surface and slightly bulged.

There was a feeling of dampness in the air from above, making Norman and Senna almost think they were at the beach.

"Is the house... so wet?"

Sena asked with trembling lips, and her inner anxiety was almost completely on her face.

"I guess your mother didn't turn off the humidifier. The Avista is still very dry in winter."

Saying that he didn't believe it, Norman also realized something was wrong.

Came to the second floor.

It is basically certain that the air is coming out of the kitchen. And because of the proximity, there is an inexplicable fishy smell along with the water vapor.

Pushing open the hidden door of the kitchen, both Senna and Norman were stunned by the sight.

The kitchen is still the original kitchen, but a monster who has transcended reality lies in a position that originally belonged to Sena's mother.

Grayish green scales, white belly, huge, protruding eyeballs, and heads that are almost indistinguishable from fish. It made a sharp hissing sound while keeping the smelly saliva, while biting the raw meat churning out from the refrigerator, the absurd sight was chilling just to look at.

Soaked in mystery, Senna, who is not stupid by herself, contacted what Xema had done before, and understood the whole story in an instant.

I finally learned the truth about the "corruption ritual" that my master said.

The pupils dilated, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes that had been crying dry because of the murder.

"Xima!!!"

She was crying blood like a cuckoo, roaring in grief.

——That is Sena's mother.

PS: Preparation for blackening, the next chapter Loki enters.

Chapter 168 Fog

The deep diver is probably the only monster in the myth of Cthulhu that can be transformed from ordinary humans.

Of course, it does not mean that other monsters cannot be transformed. For occultists who are seeking taboos, as long as the sacrifices offered to those indescribable existences are enough to satisfy them, the evil gods will not be stingy with rewards-except for some creatures that are too anti-sky, such as the color of stars and the sky. Ghosts, Tindalus Hounds, Macrophages, and other high-ranking races.

But that was only for the powerful occultist.

Ordinary humans, such as housewives like Vivienne, don't even talk about mystery, they are dispensable even in the surface world. The "corruption ritual" of Xmar can be seen in the fact that such **** can be turned into Cthulhu's dependents.

No matter how sad Senna's heart is and how miserable her cry is, her mother, who has lost her human consciousness, will not care about it.

She raised her head, her big fish eyes filled with greedy appetite.

"Oh, oh, god, god—"

Norman was tearing his hair and couldn't accept that his wife who was struggling with him would turn into such a monster.

But what the monster was wearing was Vivian's clothes. There is no one else in the kitchen, even if you want deceptive self-denial, you can't do it.

"hiss--"

The deep diver uttered a low roar, and her degraded hands and feet pressed down, making a gesture of swooping and preying.

Fortunately, the spiritual erosion carried by this low-level creature is not as strong as the big brothers, so Norman's pitiful sanity still has time to react.

Despite the grief and panic in his heart, but thinking that his daughter was still around, Norman felt like adrenaline soared. He immediately judged the situation and did what all his father would do at this time.

He temporarily cast aside the distracting thoughts in his heart, kicked the door of the kitchen, and ran back with his arms around the frustrated Senna, trying to get out of this cursed room as soon as possible.

"Damn, wake up from the nightmare..."

Norman cursed profusely.

But before he reached the stairs, the fragile door of the kitchen was violently smashed open by a scaly claw, and the flying sawdust even pierced the concrete wall.

Although deep divers will become weaker when they leave the water, it does not mean that they will be cowardly enough to be blocked by human buildings.

She is like a gecko, walking fast on the wall, just lying on the top of the stairs on both sides, her sharp teeth with fangs are slightly open as if silently mocking the tiny human will to survive.

Ruined!

Norman didn't dare to move, and quickly glanced under the handrails of the stairs.

There are sofas there, and Raven Atem who is still in a coma. If Senna is thrown from this height, there will be no problem.