Faust's ears seemed to echo with an old ballad, a desolate and distant poem sung in an unknown language: "...... The Wondrous Night of the Black Star Rising, the Wondrous Moon of the Night...... There is only dryness and silence. ”

It seems that the memory is too long, the song is intermittent, and Faust can only hear a few words. "The night of the black star, the moon in the night?" was a crucial point in time, perhaps the time of the sacrifice, or the opening of the entrance to the city, but Faust had no time to think about it, so he could only secretly write it down.

The leader's sacrifice occupies a lot of space, and this section of the corridor is overgrown with thorns, even spreading to the ground, almost making people have nowhere to put their feet.

The picture is very distorted, and it seems that the mayor of the town is also in some kind of mood like the leader - he only barely knows how to read, but he can understand the dance of the leader, understand the song of the sacrifice, and even have a calm heart, not sad for his dead companions, nor worried about his future, and his mind is full of singing and dancing leaders.

The sacrifice of the leader was not simply an attack of madness, but indeed a wonderful power was at work in it. The building where they were hiding was so polluted with flesh and blood that it was no longer clear what it was used for, but there were no rooms inside, just a large space as empty as a factory.

As the sacrifice progressed, the empty building became crowded unconsciously. In the mayor's memory pictures, each one will have a little more of it.

However, by this time, the mayor's memory had been blurred, and the picture seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze, and Faust could only distinguish it from the outline.

At first, it was the proliferation of organs, and the flesh and blood tissues that climbed on the building or merged with the building skyrocketed in size as if they had eaten stimulants, and many strange organs proliferated. Some of them are like rows of stamens growing from the two hemispheres of the brain, while others are like vines grown from blood vessels, with many eyeball-like fruits on them, and so on.

Some of these organs were beating slowly, some were gently swaying, very different from their lifeless companions outside. Faust understood that this was probably the power of the sacrifice, which seemed to awaken the sleeping city of flesh. But right now, its eyelids are just twitching slightly, and it's still far from waking up.

But this is a magnificent forbidden city, a city of flesh and blood, and even the slightest change will provoke a huge response. These extra organs are just the most insignificant of them.

Some of these organs resemble follicles, sons, etc., and often contain strange embryos, which the mayor has seen before. But the embryos were motionless, like dead things, and he didn't care. But now that the organs in this room are alive, these embryos that are about to mature are naturally ripe.

These creatures have just been born, but they are already extremely vicious. The most numerous of them are two people tall, with an unequal number of sheep's hooves, the upper body is like a cross split, and the mouth is full of sharp teeth.

In addition to this, there are all kinds of monsters that can be either vicious or weird. Some of them are shaped like people, but they are festering all over, some are like giant slugs with sharp spikes, and some are like starfish, with only a half-open human eye in the center, and eyelids and eyelashes, which turn to be more seductive than the most beautiful woman......

Faust only saw these monsters in the mayor's memory, and he felt dizzy, as if his brain was boiling. But at that time, the mayor of the town did not notice the strange aura of these monsters.

In addition to these monsters of clear origin, there are more strange phantoms in the mayor's memory drawings, they seem to appear out of thin air, but their faces and outlines are very blurred, just a patchwork of dark and light color blocks.

With the appearance of these phantoms, the hall seemed to reverberate with the sound of the natives' leader singing and dancing, but the music was monotonous and noisy, and Faust only heard some fragments, as if a swarm of flies were buzzing in his ears, and they could not be dispersed.

Faust had been very wary of these forbidden memories, but now he listened to this strange sound and disturbed his mind, and immediately cut off his "hearing".

This time the performance was not as cruel and disgusting as before, except that Faust shot two streams of blood from his ears. He instantly regained his peace, only to feel that heaven was nothing more than that.

Faust rested for a moment and continued reading. He looked along the wall, and then there were only a few drawings left, and he simply read them in one sitting, so as not to have any other accidents.

He continued to watch, this festival from the crazy sacrifice of the leader alone to the demon assembly of countless ghosts and monsters appearing together, it only took a few pictures, and the end of the assembly came so suddenly.

The festival is getting more and more grand, and there are gradually monsters dancing with the leader. The leader's body was extremely tall at the moment, even half a body taller than the monster with sheep's hooves. The skin on his body, which had been ochre red like red clay, had now become as if it were stained with blood, and bone spurs and cysts had grown all over his body, especially on a face, all of which had no facial features, and only small hollows could be seen, like lotus flowers.

They sang and danced as if to welcome the awakening of some true God. The earth shook, the buildings shook, and the wriggling and twitching of the flesh became violent, as if a great giant was about to wake up, and the dust that clung to him was about to shake off.

This vast and boundless demon city is dust, and the unknown true god is the giant.

I don't know why, the mayor has been ignored by those demons. He seemed to be a little more sober, the picture of his memory became a little clearer, and the style of painting was no longer full of frenzy.

Mayor Mare stood up, picking up his dead companion's weapon and approaching the leader he had always admired. At this moment, he was not knee-high as the man who had lost his mind, but there were many monsters of the same height as him, and this giant had never stepped on it, so it was obvious that he was nimble and not a stupid wild giant in the mountains and forests.

Mayor Mare seems to have said something to the giant, but Faust still has no hearing and can't hear, but he seems to be very happy to see the giant, probably because Mayor Mare lied about worshipping evil gods and deceived him into trusting him.

He bent down, knelt on the ground, and gently touched the mayor's head with his large, wart hand, as if he was very pleased that the little brother could follow him in the truth of the world.

The mayor betrayed his trust. Without warning, the knife in his hand plunged into the giant's eye, and the giant roared in the sky, and the mayor fled.

The next image is a jumble of colors and lines, and there is no clue at all, and the mayor may have been in a panic at the moment, or he has lost his mind at all. Faust didn't care, and he himself might not be much better off in such a situation.

Skipping through several similar drawings one after another, Faust finally found a plot that he could understand. At this time, the mayor was deep in the dense forest, and the city behind him had been left far behind. It seems that the mayor of the town managed to escape in that dangerous situation, and even left the cursed city.

Faust speculated that the leader of the team might have been injured and ruined the ceremony, causing the curse of the ancient city to temporarily recede, so that the mayor could escape and ascend to heaven.

The mayor runs through the jungle in despair, but finds his way back by mistake. At this point, the picture is gradually returning to color, which Faust speculates is a sign that the world has returned to reason.

Sure enough, the next drawing was already on the wall on the other side. But the fantastic plot depicted above is no worse than those black and white pictures.

The leader had already made his way back to the settlement, and he appeared unharmed, except for the loss of an eye. The mayor was so frightened that he told him what he had done, but everyone thought he was crazy.

The leader also seemed to have forgotten about the City of Flesh, according to him, the mayor of the town had injured his head in the midst of the beast tide, and the other three members of the team had died heroically.

The mayor was suspicious and almost believed him.

Within a few years, conflicts between outsiders and indigenous people gradually arose due to conflicts in their living habits. At that time, the two were already in high positions in their respective ethnic groups, and because of that incident, the relationship between the two was already estranged, and this time they simply parted ways.

Shortly after the separation, Mayor Mare dreamed of the City of Flesh. Whispers echoed throughout his dreams, and the voice asked him why he had disturbed the great sacrifice.

This strange dream tormented him and threatened to make him die a miserable death. He fell to his knees and begged for mercy, willing to offer a hundredfold sacrifice to atone for his sins.

The voice bypassed him.

Since then he has become a murderer, an accomplice of monsters. As a chief, he often had to take people into the mountains to hunt or cut wood, and every few years, he secretly killed several people as a sacrifice to buy his own lives.

Up to now, a hundredfold number was far from enough, and he would have strange dreams from time to time, and he knew that it was the evil god in the dream urging him.

He must be the mayor of the town, and the mayor of the town has the right to divide the forest area and cut down and hunt for individuals, and only the mayor of the town can tamper with the file and make a person disappear without the god knowing.

The town was his life, and he loved it more than anything else.