Marvel's Great Old Ones

The black veil at night enveloped the entire mental hospital isolated on the outskirts of the city. The six large red characters "Qingshan Mental Hospital" at the door looked like flowing blood under the moonlight.

The green emergency lights in the corridor illuminated the place like a ghost. After completing their inspection, the staff left work early. Those who went home went home, and those who returned to their dormitories returned to their dormitories.

People who work here need to have a big heart and not have a high IQ. Generally, they are villagers from nearby villages.

Those people are illiterate and have been honest all their lives. They will not be easily changed by the patients here.

Most of the so-called psychology and medical experts here actually play a management role and have high positions, but there are not many of them and they do not have direct contact with patients.

Those people think too much and understand the world too deeply, and are easily influenced and change their understanding.

On the contrary, these villagers only care about doing things and only think about wages and life. The things those mental patients talk about are too far away from them.

If you don’t have the capital to survive in this world, you don’t even have the qualifications to become a psychopath, and you don’t even know where the hiccup is.

This is not nonsense, because most of those who think about dreams, the future, and the reality of the world are actually intellectuals.

In other words, to put it more unpleasantly, to put it bluntly, those people are more leisurely and prone to random thoughts.

From time to time, the faint voices of patients moaning could be heard in the closed room of the hospital.

"Selling my love, my wife does not exist, now you want me to come back, you are..."

In the dark corridor, a humming sound came suddenly, and a tall, thin young man skipped through the corridor.

The sound echoed in the empty and silent corridor, spreading far away, mixed with the humming sounds, like a slurry of various viscous liquids in a bucket.

The deeper darkness was like a wave, following behind him, slowly engulfing the entire corridor.

Mixed in the darkness were countless broken limbs, covered with scales, claws, and bleeding. They were crushed liquids and flowing solids.

Those chaotic, gorgeous, disgusting colors, and colorful flowing light that exist outside the biological horizon.

Huge bulges slowly emerged from various bizarre corners, and some disgusting yellow-brown oil stains flowed from the edges.

Those creatures that were impossible to look at were flapping their tentacles randomly, and crazy murmurs came from their mouths, mouthparts, and even various holes that grew wantonly.

A disorderly, indescribable, inaudible, invisible crazy dance that blooms at night and at the bottom of all dreams.

They were chanting, singing, reveling, with sharp flute sounds, harsh string music, and confusing dance steps...

"Blue?!"

Cthulhu lay on Li Xiu's face, and the ends of his two tentacles inserted into his nose and emerged from his mouth.

Two more tentacles penetrated his ears until they pierced the eardrums, penetrated into his brain, and created a brain spa.

"Well, it's okay to stay in the dew. It's a greasy thing. I'm sorry."

The Shoggoth does not need to "breathe" because it is actually an eternal creature. If it just maintains its original state, it can exist longer than most stars.

The Shoggoths were the perfect slaves created by the Ancient Ones, although they were also the final pushers in the destruction of the Ancient Ones.

Energy is necessary for their growth, not for their survival. Their existence is the existence of matter, which means that they are originally a kind of substance.

Just like carbon atoms, sodium atoms, and the like, the Shoggoths that humans can observe are just a pile of Shoggoth atoms.

Li Xiu didn't need to breathe, but his human habits still affected him in all kinds of subtle ways.

His habitual breathing was interrupted early in the morning, and he was woken up from his dream in a daze.

"Cthulhu!"

"Eat, okay, okay, I'll open the connector right now, don't you know how to do it yourself?"

Li Xiu made no move. He touched the reactor with one hand. It grew longer and longer, and his joints made a growing sound like caracara.

One eye pushed open the flesh and skin emerging from the palm, looking in the direction.

"Blue!"

Cthulhu retracted his tentacles and jumped towards the reactor with joy. His body was much stronger than Li Xiu, and the voltage of the connector he used was much higher.

Cthulhu is holding an alloy connector with a voltage of 50000 volts, and the red arc is constantly beating between the connector and the green skin.

The air suddenly became much drier as the joints were exposed. Li Xiu's hair stood upright and he slept on the bed, making a crackling sound from the friction between his skin.

"Mr. Li, Stark Group is about to hold a shareholders' meeting to discuss Stark's executive rights. An invitation letter has been sent to me. Do you want to go?"

"Invitation letter to the shareholders' meeting?"

It should be about the management of Stark Group. As the third largest shareholder of Stark Group, he has never really been to Stark Group.

The current headquarters of Stark Group is still in Los Angeles. Although there are plans to move the headquarters to New York, the Stark Tower is still under construction.

Li Xiu stuck his butt out and was tinkering with the connector. He put his cell phone on the bed and Norman called him.

"Where will this shareholders meeting be held?"

Li Xiu closed the bulletproof glass cover of the connector and got up from the ground.

The shareholders' meeting sounds very high-end at first glance. If you can see the world, it would be quite good.

"At the Stark Industrial Park in Los Angeles, there will be more than a hundred people participating in the meeting, all of whom are in the top 100 shares of the Stark Group."

"People from the Stark Group were unable to contact you and sent the information to the Osborne Group. I would like to ask for your opinion."

"Los Angeles, I just came back from there not long ago. Who proposed the meeting?"

"Who else could it be? That fat man Obadiah Stan. Do you want to participate? If you don't want to go, the Osborne Group will arrange for someone to go there."

"Forget it, whoever wants to go can go. I'm not very interested anyway. I already know the result anyway."

"Then when will you come to the Osborne Group Building? There are some documents that you need to hand over in person."

"Documents? Please, this afternoon, uh... two o'clock in the afternoon."

"Okay, I'll get those guys ready."

"Wait a minute, there's a call coming in. Let me check it out. Li Mo, if there's nothing wrong, hang up first."

Li Xiu hung up the phone and answered Li Mo's phone application.

"Li Mo, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Li, the people from Farmers are here."

"Famemus, who?"

……

"So, Kingpin is your boss?"

Hell's Kitchen, Jishitang Headquarters, Old God Li Xiu was there with his legs crossed, holding a cup of tea in his hand, looking up and down at the "gentle scum" with gold-rimmed glasses across from him.

"Mr. Li, you know, that was before. Ever since that violent and unscrupulous guy was killed by you, we have been freed."

Fammermus had a fake smile on his face to cater to the drama, and there was sweat on his forehead.

He had no choice but to put too much pressure on him from the young-looking guy in front of him. It was like suddenly seeing a lion staring at him in the wild, and the penetrating feeling was extremely sour.

The other party clearly seemed to be just drinking tea, but he always felt like countless sharp edges were slicing through his throat, and he would be torn alive by the other party at any time.

If he hadn't been forced to do anything by those polar bears, he wouldn't have wanted to come into contact with the guy who killed Kingpin.

If Kingpin was that kind of domineering emperor and a violent hunter, the guy in front of him was like a cat that was always full. It was completely impossible to guess what kind of turmoil was hidden under the other person's smiling appearance.

"What do you want from me?"

Li Xiu put the tea in his hand on the table and leaned forward.

"You look scared of me. What did you see?"

"How...how could it be possible? I was just shocked by the aura that was as deep as the sea in your body."

Famumu's face trembled, and he seemed to see countless tiny threads squirming across Li Xiu's black pupils.

"Mr. Li freed us from the tyrannical and cruel Kingpin. We are grateful, but at the moment we can't think of any way to express our gratitude to you."

"In the end, after thinking about it for so long, I made a decision that went against the organization. We want to join Jishitang and jointly build a harmonious and beautiful New York."

"join us?"

Li Xiu raised his eyebrows. At first, he thought Fammermus was here to surrender, but he didn't expect that he would be more thorough.

Li Mo, who was wandering aside, also came back to his senses, with a look of surprise on his face.

According to what he knew, during this period of time, Famumusi was consumed by those idiots for some reason. Although the damage was not small, it was unlikely that he would surrender to the enemy.

In fact, Famumus was in trouble. He was just a mascot and a shield among the forces, and those guys didn't take him seriously at all.

After killing Joseph, the guys who were fighting with each other didn't know where to go, leaving him to fight against those crazy guys alone.

It doesn't matter if he carries the pot on his body. If his subordinates can bear it, those dragons crossing the river can't do anything to him, a local snake. The problem is that he doesn't have his subordinates.

Those guys relied on their seniority, status, connections, and resources, and none of them took advantage of him. They just used him as a mouthpiece between several mountains.

After He Maozi Hard Steel suffered heavy losses, those guys even thought of handing him over.

If he hadn't had a few cronies in his faction, he would have been helped to feed the bears on those idiots' territory.

After receiving the news, Fammermus thought for a long time and finally decided to take a different approach. Since those people wanted to sell him, he would sell them first, and maybe he could get a good price.

"Am I that great?"

Listening to Fammermus' boast, Li Xiu himself was confused. He was still self-aware of his own character, and he couldn't get along with others anyway.

"It's not impossible for you to join Jishi Hall," Li Xiu stood up and approached the restless Famumus.

"But, your original territory is still yours, at least in name. I think it's good to have some stability. At least the grandpas above can't see it."

"what do you mean?"

Farmmus carefully raised his head and looked into Li Xiu's eyes.

"I'll give you people and resources, and you'll still be the boss on the surface. As for what happens behind the scenes, what do you think?"

Li Xiu waved his hand with a smile, and several strong men in black robes walked in from outside.

"Yes! Yes! I know that you will be the boss and the real boss from now on."

Why do you still want to be the boss? I am obviously an assistant! I really can't do it!

Fammermus's face softened a little, and he smiled, but deep down in his heart he was worried.

Li Xiu helped Fammus control the power completely out of the blue.

Although he has established contacts with many upper-level officials through the Osborne Group, those people are not fools, and other people who cannot be won over are not blind either. They will not just watch Li Xiu become something beyond their control.

However, since those masters don't want to see a Chinese gangster control the New York underground, then I can always find a substitute.

In addition to Famumus who came to his door, Li Xiu also wanted to support and strengthen some believers so that they could control those forces.

These forces are not limited to gangs, but also include a variety of characters, politicians, warlords, generals, etc., involving most of the upper echelons.

At that time, the tentacles of the Church of Fools will truly cover the entire world, and those so-called heroes and villains will be nothing more than scum.

As for how to ensure the loyalty of those separated people when they develop their power, Li Xiu will tie those people to himself through faith.