Chapter 704 Cthulhu Cult (Part 2)
Fifty nautical miles east of Enmat Harbor, several small islands are embedded in the sea like eyes.
As night falls, the waves slam against the reefs on the shore, pressing down layer by layer, as if to knock the entire island apart.
After the rain, heavy rain fell from the thick clouds, with great momentum, and small holes were dotted on the sand pit.
A single-story wooden hut quietly allowed the heavy rain to wash away the coconut trees in the sand pit.
In the thick night, the dim light penetrating from the windows of the wooden house flickered and could be extinguished at any time.
A middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life, hunched over his once strong body, sat at a table with an oil lamp. In front of him stood a man in a black robe, with two scars on the corner of his right eye, like two traces engraved by the storm.
"Captain, do you think that no one will find you if you hide on this uninhabited island? As long as you still hold that secret, someone will always follow its scent and find you."
"That is a taboo secret that cannot be told. You, me, and no one should explore its full appearance just for the sake of so-called curiosity." The vicissitudes of life in the middle-aged man grabbed his head with both hands, revealing an extremely painful look.
"But you survived, which proves that the so-called taboo secret will not kill everyone. He may have some mercy on the world, so that people can go to the temple where He sleeps and receive His gift."
"Survived... hehe... am I still alive?" The middle-aged man murmured, "I have long hoped to sleep in the ground forever, so as to obtain eternal peace."
"As long as you tell me the secret I want to know, I will give you eternal peace and stop you from being afraid of all kinds of nonsense."
After a long time, the middle-aged man whispered: "What do you want to know?"
"After you and the mentally ill young man left the island, where did the mysterious clay statue go?"
"It has been lost in the depths of the sea."
"You are lying!" The man in black had a compelling look in his eyes. He seemed to have some extraordinary ability to distinguish truth from lies.
"It has been carried by the young man into the deep sea."
"Which sea area is it in?"
"About 200 nautical miles southwest of Sonia Island."
"Why did the young man suddenly jump into the sea with the statue?"
"He seemed to be manipulated or called by something, causing him to laugh crazily, and then he jumped into the sea from the boat with the unspeakable statue like crazy, and then he never came out again."
The man in black pondered for a while, "When the young man jumped into the sea, what changes occurred in the surrounding sea area?"
"No."
"You are lying again!" The man in black sneered, "It seems that you need to learn to be honest first."
"Ah!" The middle-aged man screamed and collapsed on the chair, as if his spirit was strongly whipped.
"You have one more chance to answer."
"He, I..." The middle-aged man took a few deep breaths before he could speak. "A huge black vortex appeared in the sea, completely engulfing his figure."
"What else?"
"A blue mist permeated the surrounding sea surface, rendering the entire sea into a blue paradise."
"There must be other changes!" The man in black got excited.
"I, I seemed to see an ancient mysterious relic hidden in the deepest part of the huge vortex, but before I could take a closer look, the huge vortex swept away the blue mist and the possible underwater relics, and everything returned to normal."
"You should have heard something else, right?"
Faced with this question, the middle-aged man trembled all over, holding his arms tightly with both hands, as if he was enduring great fear.
Even when his fingers cut his arm muscles and shed bright red blood, he was indifferent.
Finally, his lips moved silently, his eyes dilated with fear, "It is He who is calling me, calling us."
"R'lyeh, Cthulhu!"
"R'lyeh, Cthulhu!"
The middle-aged man repeated it twice in a row, and then the whole person seemed to be drained of all strength, his face was pale, and he slumped against the chair, motionless, as if he had been dead for a long time.
"The underwater holy city of R'lyeh really exists, it is there, He is there!" The man in black could hardly control his joy and excitement. He clenched his hands and then let go. After repeating it several times, he gradually regained his previous calmness.
He bowed to the middle-aged man and smiled, "Captain, I want to thank you for telling me your secrets. You are a lucky man who has the honor to witness the miracle."
"You will always be lucky, because after tonight you will no longer have any worries and fears, and you will be completely at peace."
"I will keep this secret for you forever."
He stood up slowly, and then with a condescending attitude, a smile appeared in his eyes, "Okay, Captain, you should sink into the depths of the sea with your ship."
"What do you want to do?"
"Secrets always emit an alluring fragrance, attracting good hunters to chase after them. If you want to end this chase, the best way is to make the secret disappear completely."
The man in black patiently explained, "You won't feel any pain, maybe for a short moment, well, I promise, only that moment, you know, I have always known myself very accurately."
"..." The middle-aged man just looked at him without saying anything. After a long time, he nodded and said tiredly: "I hope you can really give me eternal peace."
"I promise."
When the man in black finished speaking these words, a bright light seemed to flash across the middle-aged man's throat, which was a transparent silk thread wrapped around his wrist.
At this moment, the silk thread was dripping with bright blood, and under the dim light, the entire silk thread shone particularly brightly.
"Mr. Captain, I think I have fulfilled my promise. May you find eternal peace and no longer be afraid of carrying secrets."
The man in black bowed again to the middle-aged man's body, and then prepared to leave. When he came to the door, he stopped and said to himself: "Mr. Captain, should I erect a tombstone for you?" Woolen cloth?"
"Forget it, that will only bring you permanent noise."
"That's it, a person sleeping quietly on an unknown desert island."
The man in black left in the heavy rain. He seemed to have a mission that he had to complete despite the heavy rain.
But when he came to the coast, the docked ship had been hit by the huge waves and hit the rocks. It was smashed into pieces and could not be put back together.
"It seems I need to disturb Mr. Captain one more night. I hope he won't wake up from his slumber."
The man in black returned along the original path. When he stepped into the small wooden house with the oil lamp lit again, he stood there blankly.
Because he saw that the captain, who was supposed to be dead, was sitting next to the oil lamp intact, enjoying a bowl of steaming, milky-white fish soup as if nothing had happened.
"Oh, sir, you really don't keep your word." The middle-aged man put down the bowl of fish soup and sighed: "You said you would give me eternal peace, and I chose to believe you, but you still disturbed me again. My deep sleep."
"..." The man in black couldn't say a word. He was very sure that at that moment, the silk thread in his hand had definitely cut the throat of the person in front of him.
There is absolutely no way a normal person is still alive!
"Breaking a promise will cost you accordingly."
The middle-aged man had a kind smile on his face. The next moment, his neck suddenly stretched out, and at his throat, where the silk thread had originally cut it, strips of red and greasy tentacles stretched out from it like blood vessels.
He tied up the man in black, pulled his neck back, opened his mouth, and ate it cleanly from top to bottom, bite after bite.
Soon, there was a sound of chewing and a slight swallowing sound in the cabin.
When the storm and heavy rain drifted into the wooden house from the window, under the dim light, the middle-aged man once again picked up the bowl of steaming fish soup and tasted it slowly.