Qing Shui took a step forward and instinctively stretched out his hand, wanting to uncover the white cloth covering the statue in front of him. However, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was stopped.

Lu Qing's strength was surprisingly strong, he clutched Qing Shui's arm tightly, and the condensation in his eyes startled him. Li Zeyan could see the strangeness of this statue, and he could also feel Lu Qing's fear of it, so he couldn't help but speak: "The space here is connected to the cliffs, and there are monsters in the town...... It's all about this statue? ”

Qing Shui also deduced something from Lu Qing's reaction, he thought for a while, and asked, "At that time, I watched you come down from the cliff, but at some point, you suddenly lost consciousness, and when I woke up, I had already appeared here. Lu Qing, you don't seem to be the same as us. ”

His eyes were fixed on the steps in the distance, and in fact, when Lu Qing came down from the cellar, he was groggy enough to hear the movement and conversation above. Qing Shui knew that he was afraid that Lu Qing would be teleported to another place after they lost consciousness.

"Do you know something?" Li Zeyan was keenly aware of the emotion in Lu Qing's eyes, and there was no need for much inquiry to communicate between smart people. Even though Lu Qing had never opened his mouth from just now to now, Qing Shui and Li Zeyan had already speculated about what happened to him.

"I think you must have become the most special of us because of some kind of trigger. Space allows you to obtain some important clues that no one knows, and then teleports you down the mountain. And that's the key clue, right here? Shimizu pointed to the statue behind him and the reliefs in the secret room, and continued: "Everything here is the most fundamental reason why the town has become what it is today - although I don't know the words and graphics, it is not difficult to guess that this basement is the real heart of the church, and it is not a worship service here, but an unknown evil sacrifice ceremony. ”

Just after he finished speaking, Lu Qing suddenly felt as if his head had been hit by a heavy hammer, his face was like earth, and he fell to his knees sweating profusely, his expression looked extremely painful.

Li Zeyan and Qing Shui were startled by his sudden change, and the two wanted to step forward to help him up, but they found that Lu Qing's eyes were blood-red, his expression was hideous, and his eyes were staring at the mysterious statue, and the crazy expression on his face made them almost think that the man in front of them was the embodiment of a powerful ghost.

"Ah!! Shut up!!!! Lu Qing covered his ears and looked around in horror, as if there were not only the three of them in the basement now, but hundreds of strange figures that could not be seen surrounding him.

Qing Shui looked around, but didn't find anything abnormal, Li Zeyan stared at Lu Qing and said to him: "He must have seen some extremely terrifying hallucination to show such pain." ”

"Help him." Qing Shui couldn't bear to see Lu Qing's desperate and hideous appearance, and begged Li Zeyan: "Find a way to knock him out and take him away temporarily." ”

Needless to say, Li Zeyan also has this plan. He stepped forward and tried to control Lu Qing. But what he didn't expect was that although Lu Qing was in great pain at this moment, his reaction was extremely sharp. After perceiving Li Zeyan's intentions, he suddenly got up and distanced himself from the other party, his eyes were full of alertness, but he never spoke.

Qing Shui wanted to say something, but soon, he found out that it was not so much that Lu Qing was avoiding Li Zeyan, but that he was fighting against something he couldn't see.

Lu Qing's gaze was fixed on the marble round platform in the center of the church, and at this moment, his ears were filled with countless strange voices. The sound was like an animal's furious roar, full of mournful and hoarse screams, and like a river of death churning in the abyss of hell, irritating his eardrums all the time.

In the midst of this strange whisper, he also heard a burst of hoarse voices, and then chanted in unison a vague, illegible eulogy:

Ph'nglui mgl'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh gah'nagl fhtagn.

Li Zeyan and Qing Shui didn't know what kind of torture Lu Qing was suffering at this time, at this moment, for him, the air of the underground church, which was already extremely dull and difficult to breathe, suddenly filled with a large amount of strong smell of blood.

The voices and shadows of Li Zeyan and Qing Shui had long since disappeared, and at this time, countless blurred figures appeared on the altar in the center of the church. At first, they were still faintly white mist, but then the image became clearer and clearer, and then it was presented in front of Lu Qing like a real picture.

These people jumped and writhed frantically around the altar, and their ugly and strange postures were indescribable, and people felt disgust and fear when they saw them. They writhed around the fire in the center of the altar, roaring and howling, and from their throats came the uniform syllables.

Directly behind the fire, stands a towering stone statue. In Lu Qing's sight, this stone statue was like a phantom in a mirage, and even if he concentrated his attention, it was difficult to see its true face. But even so, he could still feel the terror and unnatural malice emanating from the stone statue.

And beneath the statue, on either side of the fire, there was a hill-high pile of corpses—men, women, and children. Their bodies were all mutilated and tortured to varying degrees. The blur of flesh and blood is disgusting to watch.

And these pagan believers were jumping around the corpse and screaming, as if they were not engaged in some evil and bloody ritual, but a complete.

Such a strange and terrifying scene[31] has become an unforgettable shadow even in the eyes of a person like Lu Qing, who is quite determined. He looked at this picture fixedly, and suddenly felt an ancient sound reach his ears through the solid and deep walls of the underground church. The sound was not from the town outside, nor from the deep mountains surrounded by mist.

Lu Qing was even more convinced that this mysterious, hardly called "voice" should come from his feet. From somewhere beneath the deep sea of the South Pacific......

He was no stranger there, having spent several nights dreaming of a city full of sinister and unreal.

The revelry of the pagan cultists became more and more intense, and the voices coming from their throats began to gradually affect Lu Qing and invade his sanity. He suddenly understood what these people were saying, and fanatical emotions gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Lu Qing, cheer up." Shimizu stepped forward and shook his shoulders desperately, trying to get him out of the hallucination.

"......" Lu Qing's mouth emitted a burst of indistinct syllables, Qing Shui stepped forward in some surprise and asked, "What?" What are you talking about, be louder. ”

The man looked up, his dark eyes as deep as thick ink. He looked at Qing Shui with a blank gaze, and muttered and repeated:

"In Laleier's palace, the sleeping Cthulhu waits to dream."