The man froze for a moment or two in front of this incomprehensible horror, then let out a loud scream and threw the glass out of his frenzy while dodging to the side.

The glass fell to the ground, shattered in an instant, and the remaining liquor spilled on the floor like blood, and each drop of liquid seemed to appear on the surface of the faint fire and the gloomy and majestic face, and the man staggered back, almost tripped over the sofa next to him, and finally stood firm against the wall beside him.

He gasped and stared at the broken glass and liquid on the ground, his heart beating as if it were about to burst, and the symbiotic smoky jellyfish wandered blindly in the air next to him, gradually crumpling into a strange ball.

The terrible reflection was gone from the broken glass and liquid on the ground, and what had just happened seemed to be just a terrifying vision, and the man struggled to breathe, trying to calm his mood by inhaling more fresh air, and a less determined delusion gradually emerged from the bottom of his heart, maybe it was really just an illusion, maybe he was really just too nervous......

"It's all hallucinations, it's all hallucinations...... It's the mental inaccuracy after encountering the influence of subspace......" he muttered to himself quickly, drawing power from the body of the symbiotic ghostly demon while applying psychological hints to himself, building a spiritual level of protection, "stop associating, stop remembering, avoid connecting, avoid connecting...... The Lord has sent me down for shelter and made me live forever in the darkness, and the Lord has descended ......"

"I appreciate your optimism," a voice came into his ear, "but blind optimism won't solve the problem – relax, I just want to learn something from you." ”

The man stopped praying abruptly, the voice in his ears was like a terrible whisper from the subspace, as if it had a substantial grip on his mind, he slowly turned his neck in stiffness, looked in the direction from which the voice came, only to see that it was the glass on the wine cabinet—a faint green flame burned quietly in the glass, and the ghost of the subspace returned was reflected in the flames.

"Get out of here!"

A surge of courage surged out of nowhere, and the Annihilation Cultist suddenly became ruthless, waving his hand to absorb the power of the soot jellyfish, and threw a filthy and dull corrosive sphere towards the wine cabinet, with a loud bang, the entire wine cabinet was shattered by this energy mass, and glass shards scattered in all directions in the room.

However, before the debris could hit the ground, the terrifying figure appeared again on a mirror in the corner of the room: "Have you vented enough?" If that's enough, let's talk about it. ”

The cultists in the room finally found the pattern - it was a mirror.

The ghosts of that subspace can invade here through the mirror!

In the next second, the man did not hesitate to smash the mirror in the corner of the room, and then frantically smashed the glass ornaments on the nearby shelves and everything that could produce mirrors as far as the eye could see!

The sharp sound of glass shattering sounded in the room one after another, smashing what could be smashed, and covering up with newspapers, clothes, or anything else that could be found, fear turned into anger, anger into false courage, and the cultists moved quickly under the support of this "courage", blocking and destroying all the "mediums" in the room that could lead to the "arrival" of the ghost of that subspace, and in the whole process, The rising green flames and the terrifying figures that flickered through the mirror haunted him almost instantly.

There are always new mirrors appearing, new voices are always coming, and new faces are always coming into view, staring gloomily at themselves.

But after a while, this terrible entanglement finally stopped.

The man destroyed or obscured almost everything in the room that might reflect things, and blocked all the windows with thick curtains, and the building fell silent once again as the last glass vase was thrown into the trash.

The darkness had fallen outside the room, and the only shadow in the room was the glow of the oil lamp, and the terrible green had faded from the flames of the lamp, and the cultists in the room stood in the middle of the mess, gasping for breath, and watching for the darkness and silence that surrounded them.

It really doesn't seem to be going to be seen again.

Even the smoke jellyfish that lived in symbiosis with him had quieted down, but it looked a little sluggish, and the smoke floating all over its body was also extremely thin and dim, as if it had consumed so much in the confrontation just now that it was difficult to continue to maintain its form in reality.

The man stood silently in the darkness for a long time, as if carefully judging something, and after a long time, he exhaled slowly, reached out and grabbed the black coat that had been thrown on the sofa, and quickly draped it over his body.

There was a lot of movement in the room just now, and it may have attracted the attention of the neighbors, although in such a relatively remote neighborhood, the sheriff has always been slow to react, but as long as someone reports it, there is still a chance that trouble will come to the door.

What's more, this room has been targeted by the ghost of that subspace, and it is no longer safe - destroying and sealing the mirror in the room is only blocking the channel for the ghost to "descend", but it is impossible to fundamentally eliminate the influence of that ghost.

Now that the ghost is temporarily blocked from the real world by itself, the only right thing to do is to get out of here as soon as possible before the sheriff reacts, and until the ghost finds a way to invade here again.

The man had already planned his next move, he put on his coat, hid his symbiotic demon, and walked towards the door.

But before he could leave the room, he suddenly stopped again and looked at the pile of miscellaneous objects in the center of the room, which was covered in newspapers and rags.

He thought for a moment, and waved his hand to throw a cloud of dark energy—newspapers and rags were blown away, and a large pile of shattered mirrors and glass that had been covered up before were scattered on the floor, glowing with a cold, ominous glow in the dimness.

"It's best if someone reports it."

The man smiled with satisfaction, and then did not dare to look at the mirrors scattered on the ground, turned and quickly opened the door, and flashed into the night outside.

Cautiously navigating the streets, taking cover from the shadows of the buildings and occasionally using the power of the spell to conceal his form, he quickly moved away from the area that was no longer safe, and ran down the city along the familiar route he remembered.

It's curfew now, the guards are already on the streets, and it's very likely that they'll be caught and interrogated if they're in the open, but that's not a big problem for a cultist who has been in the city-state for many years and has long since adapted to the "night life".

As long as there is not too much movement, there are many "blind spots" under the noses of those church guards.

The figure hidden in the darkness made his way through the sentry posts between the cities and into the more intricate old alleys of the lower city, bypassing many forks and bends before he finally stopped in front of an old, unremarkable looking house.

The man cautiously observed his surroundings, and once again confirmed that there was no strange green fire in his field of vision, and there was no suspicious noise in his mind, so he breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward and knocked on the door a few times regularly.

Then he waited patiently until footsteps approached on the other side of the door, and a muffled voice came to his ears:

"It's late at night, let's talk about something tomorrow."

"It's so late at night that my travel companions and I just want to go in and rest – we bring some interesting stories from afar."

The door was quiet behind the door, and it took about a dozen seconds before a slight clicking sound came to my ears, and then the door opened silently in the darkness, and in the dim light, a thin and small figure appeared in the doorway.

"Come in, don't make too much noise."

The man nodded, and quickly dodged into the house, closing the door again—with the click of the lock, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his face showed the joy of the rest of his life.

"Why did you come at this time?" The thin figure in charge of opening the door was still cautiously looking at the "compatriots" who had just entered the house, although their identities had been confirmed, the other party's actions did not conform to the "rules", which made him vigilant, "We have not received your early contact. ”

"It's sudden," the man in the thick black coat shook his head, lowering his voice, "My operation failed, an unexpected superior intervened, and now he has his eye on me—but don't worry, I've blocked his access to the real world for the time being, and it's imperative to report it up now......"

The thin cultist's expression instantly became solemn when he heard this, and he immediately stopped the other party from continuing, and then casually picked up an oil lamp placed on the table next to him, and whispered as he walked to the corner of the room: "Follow me, go underground, and don't talk about our actions in the sight of the four gods." ”

"Okay."

The skinny cultist opened the secret door in the corner of the room, and the two figures descended one after the other, into the hidden ramp that led to the ground.

Soon, they were in the assembly hall located below the building.

It was said to be a meeting place, but in fact it was just a secretly excavated basement - a small room with a few chairs around a round table lit with a few oil lamps and messily placed some utensils and materials for performing rituals and heretical worship.

At the end of the room, a dark sculpture resembles a strangely shaped "tree", with a black trunk branching out into dizzying branches like thorns, giving off a faint unsettling aura.

The man in the black coat walked down the stairs and saw that several figures had gathered here, apparently the "compatriots" who had rushed into the basement according to the procedure when he had just knocked on the door.

His gaze swept over the "compatriots", who also raised their heads and scrutinized the visitors after dark.

After a moment, the slightly tense atmosphere relaxed slightly, and the man in the black coat exhaled, stepped over to the round table, and sat down on an empty chair.

Closest to him, a man with shaved yellow hair and a sickly face looked up at this side, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "Got in trouble?" ”

"I couldn't break through that 'dream realm', there must have been something wrong with the information from those Ultimate Missionaries - damn it, I should have known that there was no one to trust except the followers of the Holy Lord......"

"Slow down, calm down first," the man with a gloomy face squeezed out a smile, casually took a glass of water from the side and pushed it over, "Drink some water." ”

The man in the black coat took the glass and exhaled, "Thank you, Duncan." ”

(It's time to push the book, the title of the book is "This Fox Fairy is too human", the male protagonist is a crumb fox, happy to have no discipline, life is too hard, just watch it happy.)

……

"Let it be! Please be a person! ”

"Huh? Behave? But I'm a fox fairy. ”

"Also, please call me my father." ）

(End of chapter)