Don't play with moon terriers in Chunwu

As for the name "Secret Sutra of Seven Chapters of Xuanjun", he had only heard of it before time travel, but he had never seen it in this world line.

Theoretically, this book is not only a record of how to summon and use the upper race, the spells of the evil gods.Even in the last few chapters, it also tells people how to contact the great existence.

Want to know, creeping things of chaos?Want to know the secrets of the many gods in the universe?

This book contains a lot of terrifying spells: resurrect the dead, and transform into extraordinary monsters with extraordinary longevity.Control the star Pegasus flying around in the sky, call the earth dragon that shakes the earth, spy on the identities of the old rulers and all kinds of things they represent, and finally have an intimate and intimate contact with them.

There is no way to verify the origin of this book, and even in a sense, it should belong to the second-design work created by the master of non-love craftsmanship.

Therefore, it is normal for Yukinoshita Yukino to find no trace of this book.

It's just that Fujimaru Tachika thought about it for a long time, and felt that the spells in "The Seven Chapters of Xuanjun" were pitifully weakly related to the current events.

Fujimaru Tachika did not immediately respond to the eyes of other people wanting to know the truth, but immediately asked: "Did the weird things start from that day on?"

Ying Lili shook her head: "It's been almost a week before I vaguely encountered such a thing. And I believe that An Yilun is also, he won't be that kind of person."

Eriri understood Fujimaru Tatsuka's subtext, and she firmly denied it.

Fujimaru Tachika rubbed her temples, you silly girl, I can lie to you seven times a night, and you still trust others?

Fifteen, meet and launch a big sneak attack to show friendship

Looking at Sawamura Eirika's stubborn face, Fujimaru Tateka felt a little headache.Ying Lili hasn't had much contact with the stories of Cthulhu mythology before, or maybe there is a little luck in her heart.

In the dark and ignorant universe, many recorded events have told the observers: If people are crazy due to various karma, pursuit of knowledge, dominated by blood from ancestors, or encounter indescribable Lost their minds because of things, what remains of them is just the same body as the previous people.

In addition to having the same face, the inside has been smashed, distorted, and reconstructed.Be it personality or values, they are often alienated.

There are indeed people who can maintain the last sliver of clarity amidst the terrifying pollution.

But this is not something everyone can do.These people, or legendary investigators, are called legends because they have an extremely tenacious will and character, and even the old rulers cannot make them succumb.

Fujimaru Tachika is not optimistic that An Yilun can also stay awake in this situation.

Even if this incident may be the influence of magic constructed by someone with intentions using the Cthulhu mythology—if those great gods really existed, there would have been files and cases around the world.

What he doesn't want is that Sawamura Eriri holds only a glimmer of hope and completely cuts it off in the face of cruel reality.That would be a much worse blow.

However, Fujimaru Tatsuka had no position to persuade.Convince Ying Lili.Now it is just out of weak sympathy and conscience to express my opinion to Ying Lili.

"...Let me explain in advance that with such a mentality, you will be able to help us even more, because most of the clues point to An Yilun now. Finding him as soon as possible is the best help for the case."

Fujimaru Tachika paused, but decided to say something unpleasant, "Don't drown in hope... You should always remember in your heart that An Yilun is now one of the biggest suspects. Don't try to get along with me. He is alone, don't hide his whereabouts, don't believe anything that comes out of his mouth right now."

Ying Lili listened quietly to Fujimaru Tachika's words.She didn't make a lot of noise and relentlessly as Fujimaru Tachika imagined.The crisis stimulated her potential, and Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu's magic seemed to alleviate her lack of energy.

She said: "You are really a good person. In this situation, you are kind enough to comfort me."

She stood up, pretending to be bouncing around energetically: "Then you're going to track down that guy's whereabouts?"

"Yes, those who searched An Yilunye's house before were just ordinary private investigators after all, maybe we can find more."

Ying Lili slapped her cheeks vigorously with both hands: "Let me be a guide and take you there together. Maybe I can find some information that An Yilun also hides from here."

"Of course, we also think so. As a childhood sweetheart, you may be able to find clues that we can't notice."

"... Childhood sweetheart?" Ying Lili smiled wryly, shook her head, her golden ponytails fluttering, "Leave it to me, after all, I'm not that guy's real relatives and friends!"

"Of course, we trust you."

Fujimaru Tachika took a half step back calmly, avoiding the flying twin tails.

Although Fujimaru Tachika said so, he still kept an eye on it.After all, reversals in Cthulhu have never been uncommon.

... For a while, you still have to be careful not to leave Ying Lili's side. If there is something really strange about her, it would be bad if she concealed the information.

After discussing it, everyone is ready to go.Before leaving, Eriri took out a blanket from the room and put it on Sayuri Sawamura.

Fujimaru Tachika attached to Kasumigaoka Shiwa's ear.Said a word softly.

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu endured the itchy breath coming from his ears, and a brush appeared between his flying fingers.She wrote quickly in the air with a pen: "Four spirits guard, four gods take pity on, in harmony with the sky, and resist the unknown."

With a flash of inspiration, Eriri saw a magic circle that was difficult for ordinary people to see appeared around Sayuri Sawamura, exuding an aura of peace and resistance.Sayuri Sawamura seemed to be sleeping more deeply.

Eiriri nodded gratefully to Kasumigaoka Shiwa and Fujimaru Tachika.

Fujimaru Tachika sold it with a smile without saying a word.It's a little bit to get a good impression.

The four left the Sawamura home one after another.

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"Hoho, I didn't expect that that day, it was just a casual gift, but I could harvest a like-minded partner." The old gentleman who appeared at the Folklore Expo that day, that is, John, leaned on his cane in satisfaction and stood At the entrance of the alley, staring at the boy opposite.

He opened his arms, as if he wanted to hug the boy opposite him: "Come on, compatriots who have woken up from a disgustingly boring life! Let the elders come and give you a welcome hug."

puff.

A hollow suddenly appeared in John's chest, and he looked down in shock. There was nothing there.

"What?" As some kind of "something" was pulled away, he fell backwards, the blood spurted out from his chest, the blood foam had already blocked the trachea, and now he couldn't speak, only let out a sound like a broken bellows. The whoo-ho sound when it rings.

"Ahhh... I'm so bored, so annoying. It's really unpleasant." An Yilun, who had been missing for several days, also came out of the shadows, and rubbed her ear with her little finger.

He leaned over to look at John, looked at the puzzled eyes of the other party, and couldn't help but sneered: "Why do you show such a strange expression? This is just a little lesson for you. No way, no way? Just die like this what……"

An Yilun also squatted halfway, tilting his head, his usually gentle face suddenly showed a terrifying expression: "Then you, you are really lazy!"

clap clap.

An Yilun also looked sideways, and another John came out clapping, and the corpse on the ground had already turned into an amorphous mass, wriggling and crawling to the old gentleman's feet.

"Very good! As expected of a man who got enlightenment after reading a "Pseudo-Manuscript". The ability you possess is not even the spell recorded in the "Secret Book of Seven Chapters of Xuanjun" at all, right?"

Old John squeezed himself into a cold sweat quietly. Fortunately, he wanted to put on airs in front of the newcomers, so he used a double to meet them.

Even if he was there, he might not be able to escape that silent "greeting".

He bowed respectfully, full of apology: "I don't know if you've calmed down yet? Can you be honest..."

"Huhahahahahaha! Not bad! Not bad! My god's believers should be so diligent, no, they must be so diligent!"

An Yilun also showed white teeth: "Those who are not thirsty for knowledge, keep improving, and are confused by superficial knowledge, don't deserve to be favored by him."

Sixteen, is it really lazy?

Hearing An Yilunye's words, Old John was a little inexplicably afraid, but more joyful.

The first half of his life as an ordinary person was lackluster for many people: he traveled around the world, investigated local customs, wrote papers one after another, and published several books that were only concerned by people in the industry. .

During the research process, he became fascinated by weird and weird legends, and slowly began to have a hobby-reading niche Cthulhu Mythos-themed novels.

He imagined the appearance of those great supreme beings, but he dismissed the protagonists in the novel.

During a field investigation, he was involved in a terrorist incident, and accidentally obtained the Nameless Egg, which was cast from an unknown golden hard metal.

Maybe it was because his physique was too fit, or maybe it was his usual madness that took effect, and he absorbed it successfully.

John was lucky, his talent allowed him to witness the "truth" along the inexplicable connection.

However, he was also unlucky.

Regardless of whether the "truth" witnessed is real or not, even such fragments cannot be understood by ordinary people.

The huge and incomplete amount of information was poured into his mind amidst his screams.Maybe it was the enthusiasm for HP Lovecraft in the past, or maybe it was the inexplicably great supreme being, the infinite amount of information distorted in his mind and turned into blurred shadows of billions of brilliant spheres, and then flashed by .

And so, from that day on, folklorist John Spencer died.

And old John, the agent of the gods, was born, and he wanted his god to show up.

Based on the memories he received, he wrote manuscripts about the different Old Ones, and gave them to those who he felt could bear their glory.

And An Yilun was also his biggest surprise in the past few years.

Therefore, he was extremely happy with An Yilunye's state. He paused on his crutches and smiled happily: "Great, great, how can you obtain such power. I remember that Xuanjun's seven chapters of the secret scriptures are not..."

"Praise to the King in Yellow; Ghoul Faith Teachings and Transformation Rituals; Celestial Ghosts or Pegasus' Summoning and Control; Earth Dragon's Calling; Also about Deep Ones, Time and Space, Hounds, and Dreamland , Creeping Chaos, and the content of many supreme gods... Are you trying to say these?"

Old John held his cane hard, feeling very uneasy: "These...have you read all of them?"

"Tsk... stupid, stupid, stupid! I thought that you, as a senior serving God, should have a high opinion, but it turns out to be so unbearable! So much, so much...lazy!" A loud cry broke out, and he scratched his cheek vigorously with his fingers, tearing the flesh, leaving bloodstains, which was extremely horrifying.

But within a few seconds, the scars on his face healed quickly.

Old John's face became gloomy, and he stared at An Yilun: "Aren't you being too rude?"

His body was emitting a silvery turbid light, the ground under his feet was rotting inch by inch, and the walls around him began to be quickly covered with weird and ugly vines, and the whole alley seemed to be shrouded in low air pressure.

However, An Yilun also turned a blind eye to his majestic power, and he lay back, as if being lifted up in the air by an invisible object.

An exaggerated smile that almost reached the ear, bloomed on An Yilun's face: "Sure enough, you are just a printing press for magic books by my sovereign... The spells you use are all stereotyped. The standard template — not even a single change."

Old John had no expression on his face, but the veins in the hand holding the crutch burst out, showing that he was not at peace.

"Hahahaha, do you know what I'm using now? It's 'Star Spirit'." An Yilun also laughed wildly, full of joy, "It was just an invisible monster that came from the universe and lived by sucking blood. , but now I am driven like the ten fingers of both hands."

"Huh? It seems interesting, then I will call this "Invisible Hand" from now on!" An Yilun also suddenly realized that he was pacing back and forth in the air as if he was stepping on solid ground, as if he was interested in the old man. John lost interest.

"So, respected Mr. An Yilunya, what do you mean!" Old John asked after a pause.

He was eager to know the answer, and it seemed that An Yilun had indeed acquired abilities that were not recorded in the Xuanjun Seven Chapters Secret Manual

An Yilun also looked at Old John with compassion, full of hatred for iron and steel: "Who is my lord?"

"All things are one, the ruler of time and space, the owner and creator of all wisdom and knowledge, and all things are always connected with him."

"Isn't this the end?" An Yilun clapped his hands, full of puzzlement, "Since this is the case, the secret scriptures in the seven chapters of Xuanjun are also under the control of my lord, and everything is in it. I read the seven chapters of Xuanjun Isn’t it a matter of course that I finally got this “invisible hand” that fits my personal aesthetics?”

An Yilun also sighed heavily: "No wonder my Lord was unable to be born in this world. Old John..."

He slightly rolled his right hand into the shape of a trumpet, put it next to his ear, and seemed to be listening to something.

Old John felt an inexplicable chill, and heard him say: "Ho Ho, is that so? I heard your voice—'I' is the one most favored by my Lord. 'I' is Chosen. Oh, 'Actually my Lord does not exist, but was created because of me'. Hehe, such a blasphemous thought, what a lazy one!"

How is it possible, mind reading? ?

Old John walked a few hundred meters away, looking at An Yilun warily.He nodded, and said to Old John: "It's all small things. The main thing is that you are very close to the person of God, but not closer to me, so that I can roughly understand what you are thinking. Be diligent. , beyond me, I can't know what you're thinking."

Is it true, or does he have the ability to do this!

Old John paused on his crutches, feeling very uneasy: "I came to you just to find out if you were responsible for the recent incident?"

Although the incident has not yet fully fermented, Old John has already sensed that something is wrong, and he also obtained information about the incident through crooked means.

It is almost a foregone conclusion that creators will come and die suddenly.

And once things progress to this point, it will attract the attention of all parties.That's why he wanted to come over and take the chick away.However, he never expected that he would be taught a lesson by the junior.

He thought about it, and advised An Yilun: "Stop it, An Yilun, there are people from the Special Affairs Bureau outside!"

Seventeen, this old man who is not very smart is not as good as us...

"Do you have hatred for those people? Or do you simply want to use your power to show your strength in front of these people who make you feel embarrassed?" Old John said earnestly, "It is completely unnecessary, we are already completely with them. They are different humans, showing their strength and beauty in front of ants is not something to be happy about..."

"You, you, you! You are really... very lazy!"

An Yilun also's body moved several meters in the air, as if he had no bones, he bent back softly, staring at Old John with his head down: "Did you, did you, did you...didn't notice me What is it used for?"

"Well, it should be a curse, right?" Old John is not sure. There are many ways to curse in various myths and legends around the world.

Coupled with the influence of the material, the curse methods derived are even more varied.It is impossible for him to understand the essence of the curse without distinguishing the other party's breath.

"...Senior, I'm very disappointed in you. It really hurts my heart that you didn't work hard enough to investigate the situation of those people." An Yilun's eyes, the pupils had already shrunk greatly, and the whites of the eyes took up the space. Most of the proportion of the entire eye.

His eyes were no longer as warm as before, but instead had a gloomy and uncomfortable feeling, full of frenzied colors.

Old John moved his eyes uncomfortably, and he was also at a loss. What did the other party mean?

"Hey, senior. Could it be that the thing you said that day that you were greatly inspired was a lie?" An Yilun also sighed forcefully.

John is a little confused, what is he talking about?Oh, are you talking about those folklore museums?

It was very helpful. After he went to Fukuoka, he learned about the situation, and after buying related materials from the Seven Deadly Sins, he felt that he had gained a lot.

After that, he was able to capture some high-quality sacrifices through blood sacrifices, and try to draw the power of God to come down by brainwashing.

Seeing Old John's stupid performance, even An Yilun couldn't stand it.