As a spellcaster, especially a caster trained by an almost legendary mage organization like the Grey Tower, Cheese's vision is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. This means that mages are naturally immune to many shocks due to ignorance and lack of receptivity. But even so, when he saw the scene behind the wooden door opened by Jack, he still couldn't help but feel instinctively uncomfortable.

There wasn't much in this room, and from the doorway you could only see two chairs and a table, and what looked like a hanger. The reason why it looks like it is because the horrible brackets made of flesh and bone are so unreminiscent that they can't be associated with a hanger, even though they have almost the same shape.

Yes, not only the hangers at the door, but also the tables and chairs inside the door are made of the same material. And that material is fresh flesh and blood! The exposed and still dripping musculature, the mucous membranes, and even the beating internal organs hanging on it all indicate that the material that makes up the furniture is still quite alive. But this scene is not at all comforting, but even more disgusting.

Cheese is not unseen in the creation of human beings or other intelligent creatures, just as humans use cowhide and sheepskin to make furniture, and in the lives of certain races, they will not hesitate to use human skin to make everyday objects or other things. But the raw materials of those objects are long dead. Even a demon in the abyss wouldn't use a chair that was still "alive", that would be too much...... Twist.

"Damn, damn it! Damn! Damn!" the mage's expression turned pale at the sight of the flesh and blood creatures, and he cursed loudly unconsciously. The furniture is so "characterful" that cheese can certainly think of who made it. There was only one being in his mind, and there was a special fondness for these flesh and blood products.

"This, what are these things......" Unlike the mage's excitement, Klandi instinctively wanted to vomit after seeing the furniture, even if she was a witch, but that didn't mean the girl could accept the things in front of her. You know, compared to the furniture that was still wriggling, the methods used by the witches to make the pot of life-sustaining soup were nothing to mention.

Perhaps the open wooden door had touched some mechanism, and while the cheese team was in a panic over the contents of the door, something worse quietly happened. The first to notice this change was the Wolfwalker with a keen sense of smell.

"Guys, leave the furniture alone. Look at the fog around you!" Jack's voice was still shaking, and the fear in his voice was stronger than before.

Hearing the werewolf's reminder, Cheese and the others began to turn their heads to look at the white mist that had been dispersed...... No, the word white fog is no longer an appropriate adjective.

The mist that appeared in front of Cheese's eyes had somehow changed color, turning into the color of blood. And even if they didn't get close, they could make out the smell coming from the fog, those red mist were definitely not as simple as changing color, they were blood mist floating in the air!

"It's not fun at all. Cheese's voice was more serious than ever, and as soon as he had said this, the mage tapped his companion's neck with great speed. Originally, with Lothar and Jack's reflexes, it should have been easy for them to dodge Cheese's assault. However, the circumstances around them had severely affected their judgment, and the two mighty warriors fell to the ground after being attacked along with the witch before they could react.

The attack on his companion is not because Cheese has lost his mind in this terrible atmosphere. In fact, it was a move to protect the trio. Because Cheese, who had already guessed where his group was, knew that the terrifying furniture behind the wooden door, the blood mist wafting in the air, these were just the beginning. When more sights appear beyond the limits of normal people's endurance, the best way to protect their teammates is to make them unconscious, and some things are better than never seen before.

"Gurgling ......" As the sound of blood gushing out of his veins began to sound from all around, Cheese knew that what he feared was coming true. Not only the furniture, but also the buildings on the street faded their whitening skin under the red light reflected by the blood mist, revealing the "fresh" essence underneath.

"I think I'm going to have nightmares these days. The mage looked at the gradually changing streets around him, and said helplessly. Red, green, yellow, the flesh of these colors is what this street really looks like. When the ground beneath his feet turned to soft, blood-soaked flesh, Cheese knew that the true master of the place was coming.

"Poof, poof"

As if to satisfy the mage's conjecture, the sound of a heavy object stepping on the fleshy ground gradually came from the blood mist, and the direction of the sound was the same as where Cheese had come. It seems that the thing that made the sound has been following them all along.

Keeping his teammates at bay, the mage took a few steps forward, waiting for something in the blood mist to reveal its form. He knew what it was, but he didn't feel like communicating with it. Or rather, the mere thought of its existence was enough to disgust Cheese. The owner and builder of this street of flesh, the nightmare out of this world, the most notorious of the many evil gods, whose name cannot be recorded in any words or words.

A large shadow gradually cleared from the blood mist, and whatever it was that was about to emerge from the blood mist, it was much larger than any building on either side of the street. But just when the mage thought he could see the true face of this thing at any time, something happened in this flesh street.

"Tick, tick"

First, a few scattered drops of water hit the blood water with a crisp sound, and then more and denser droplets of water began to fall from the sky shrouded in blood mist, and a rain came unexpectedly.

The cold rain fell from the blood mist, but it was not stained red with blood, and the raindrops were still clear and cold when they fell on Cheese. It was this coldness that made the mage's tense nerves, which were about to be broken, unconsciously calm down. Although, only a little. Cheese looked up at the falling raindrops in a dazed state, the cold, damp touch on his face telling him that the rain, like the flesh and blood buildings around him, was not an illusion, but a real existence.