Since there is no way to describe the form of that monster in words, all the later parts about the monster itself, the Ice Servants can only ignore the past.

Xia Ren could only guess that the monster's appearance was probably a cloud of slime.

As for the inability to describe this characteristic, it is quite in line with the more powerful pollutants, and when Xia Ren himself wrote "Pollution in the Whole Territory", many pollution-related descriptions were racked to find barely vivid words in human language.

However, this also saves a lot of trouble, if it can really record the old gods and apostles in such detail as the magic book "Underground Diggers", then the book you wrote will also become a magic book, and then all readers who have read this book will probably be affected by the pollution, and I am afraid that the Foundation will notice it as soon as possible and treat it as an anomaly.

At that time, Xia Ren will only be forced to break off, and at the same time, he will lose the source of additional achievement points.

With the narration of the Ice Servant, Miller Wright's image gradually became clear in his heart.

As Captain John said, Xia Ren has been able to determine that Thomas. Miller Wright, that is, the wizard.

He was listening to his friend Alan. Bart, as well as the nasty priest Ray. Natoll's description was followed by an unabashed expression of mockery and disgust towards Natol.

But when it comes to business, Miller Wright is something to rely on.

He asks the two to take him back to the place where the monster appeared, which is Barth's house to check on the situation.

Miller Wright's face was very ugly when he saw the slime remaining on the floor, ceiling, and various pieces of furniture in the house.

"You're in big trouble!"

Miller Wright was already a hot-tempered person, and he was even more furious at this time.

Natore and Allen. Bart didn't know anything and could only pin his hopes on him, so no one dared to give an opinion.

"It's Him, It's Him......"

After carefully reading the contents of the book and listening to the opening notes of the record, Miller Wright sat on the slime that had not yet dried up and muttered the phrase repeatedly.

As for who that "he" really is, Alan. Bart and Natholl didn't dare to touch his brow, so they couldn't help but ask.

It wasn't until early in the morning that Miller Wright got up again, and although his face was sad, he was still very energetic after thinking all night, and he was in his fifties, with strong muscles, a straight chest and back, and bright eyes, and he was even more energetic than a young man in his twenties.

And Allen. Bart and Nattall are emaciated, their tap water infused with insensible neurological drugs by the Superman Alliance, and the fear of death that has tormented their fragile spirits.

After that, Miller Wright disappeared on his own.

It wasn't until late in the evening that he returned to Alan Barth's apartment with a large pile of papers.

Allan. Bart and Natole try to watch the content of the material, but Bart only reads a few sentences at a time, and feels a splitting headache, and Natole is able to read more, but is later discovered by Miller Wright and scolded by him.

The way things turned out was due to Natol's overzealous desire to explore, and the other two were afraid that he would fall ill again, so they forbade him to go near any information.

It's night, Alan. The panic in Bart and Nuttall was getting worse as the sun faded.

Their spirits began to go awry, and Nuttall could even hear the sound of slime running, and the squirming darkness outside the window.

Finally, Miller Wright found the answer he was looking for in the pile of information.

When the Ice Servant described it, he failed to say what the answer was, and only repeated a riddle that Miller Wright said at the time:

What evil awakens the dead in the abyss,

Bringing terror to the world?

In short, the two followed Miller Wright's instructions to turn on all the lights in the house and fill the living room with lit candles.

The bright light somewhat dispelled the fear that was entwining in the hearts of the two of them, bringing a bit of warmth and dependence.

"We need a counterspell - a counterspell that can only be woken up at midnight!

In this way, you will be freed from His curse. ”

Against the backdrop of the candlelight, Miller Wright's brow furrowed: "However, this anti-spell is not perfect. ”

"Imperfect?"

Nutore repeated, his eyes bloodshot and his fear weighing him down on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

Miller Wright seemed to whisper something to himself, but Alan Wright. Bart wasn't in the mood to listen at all.

"Let's get started! If there's anything else to prepare, we'll do it right away! ”

"You don't need anything else, just close your eyes and stay in the middle of the candles, especially you, stupid priest, if you dare to make any moves in the middle of the ceremony, I guarantee you will die an ugly death on the spot!"

"Hell, I'm crazy to dare to go against Him......"

Miller Wright said, walked to the door, and on the back of the door, pasted a black piece of paper.

The three of them sat cross-legged in the center of the living room, surrounded by lit candles, but fortunately, there was less than half an hour left before midnight, and they didn't have to worry about the embarrassing situation of burning out candles.

Miller Wright took a small saucer from his bosom and poured some brown powder into it to ignite.

Smoke rose and the room was bathed in a refreshing fragrance. Bart and Nuttalton felt much calmer, and it seemed that incense had done its job.

Then, with the clock on the wall, they waited for the time to pass.

Finally, the moment the three hands on the clock overlapped, Miller Wright began to recite the incantation.

Strange, unfamiliar syllables popped out of his mouth, jerky and muffled in places, making one wonder if his throat was still human.

Anyway, Alan. Neither Bart nor Nuttall could have remembered this mantra, and even the mere uttering of one syllable alone was as difficult for them as it was to imitate the sound of a volcanic eruption.

This is a sound that only Miller Wright can make.

As the anti-spell began, an indescribable mutation also appeared.

The surrounding space seems to become distorted, and the structure of the room is Alan. Barth's eyes became extremely unfamiliar, and those familiar furniture grew fangs, or melted and piled up, becoming deformed beings that radiated brilliant light, and slowly approached him.

Jelly-like colloidal pus seeped from the walls and floors, wriggling, changing, and getting more and more ......

Allan. Bart didn't make it to the end of the ceremony, and he fainted.

When he awoke, he found himself lying on a clean floor, surrounded by burnt candle bases, the whole room filled with a faint fragrance, the sun shining through the windows, and the warm wind blowing the white curtains, as if it were heaven.

"It's over?"

He looked at Nutore, who was slumped on the couch next to him, and then looked around.

And didn't see Miller Wright.

……

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The original text is "Bagh. The Kiss of Shas, by Brian Lumley. Ramli), translated by Kosotya.

(End of chapter)