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At this time.

Several paragraphs of text are playing on the screen in the live broadcast room

【1923】

【When little Wilbur was ten years old】

【Everything about his thoughts, voice, physique, and bearded face makes him feel very mature at this moment. when the screen lights up again.

I saw the white-haired old Whateley riding a horse, and the nightingales around him were standing on the surrounding branches as if they had been summoned by some kind of summons.

He stared at Old Whateley's figure like a god of death.

In those dark pupils.

There is some kind of profound light hidden inside, which makes people feel frightened when they see it.

"....A bunch of smelly birds."

Old Whateley seemed to glance at the nightingales casually.

Soon he came to the grocery store.

Several people inside also said hello after seeing old Whateley.

"Oh oh, old Whateley"

"It’s been a long time. It seems that you have done a major renovation of the main house. Is it completed now?"

A while ago, I saw their grandfather and grandson discarding some wood.

People in the village guessed that they opened up all the partition walls on the second floor and even removed the floor of the attic. There was a piece of wood left between the ridges of the first floor. A very empty open space. Facing other people's questions,

Old Whateley just turned his head and looked out the window.

He said in a calm tone.

"Many nightingales flew here to greet me."

The others were stunned when they heard this.

"What did you say?"

"There have indeed been a lot of nightingales flying from nearby recently."

Seeing doubts on other people's faces.

Old Whateley just finished his own business and said calmly as if he was feeling emotional before"Nine Nine Three" left.

"They know my soul is leaving and they don't want to let it go"

"Boys, when I'm gone, whether they catch me or not, you'll know"

"if they succeed"

"They will sing and laugh until dawn"

"If they don't catch me"

"They will be quiet until dawn"

"I am waiting for them. Maybe the souls they are searching for still have some strength to fight with them."

After that, he just opened the door and walked out.

Only the surprised looks of a few other people were left.

"What's the meaning...Sounds really unlucky"

"Has the old man finally suffered from Alzheimer's disease? It seems that he only has a few more years to live."

At this moment, old Whateley got back on the horse again.

"Da da——！"

At the same time, the sound of horse hooves sounded.

Many nightingales also fluttered their wings and flew back to the farmhouse, accompanied by the white-haired old man as if they were waiting for something.

At this moment, the faces of many viewers in the endless world changed slightly.

Because Old Whateley obviously knew something.

But think about it.

If you can believe in those terrifying existences, you will naturally change.

At this time, new words gradually appeared

【1924】

【Evening of Harvest Festival】

【Wilbur rode the family's remaining horse through the night】

【Dr. Horton of Aylesbury was called]

The screen changed.

It can be clearly seen in the scene.

The white-haired old Whateley was lying on the hospital bed, his cloudy pupils looking at the sky, apparently half buried in the grave.

A weak heartbeat and heavy breathing.

All indicate that Old Whateley's end is not far away.

Dr. Horton used a stethoscope to try to confirm the situation.

He shook his head slightly

"I'm afraid it's already late. He should ask the person he wants to see to come as soon as possible."

"This may be the last time for Old Whateley."

After Mr. Horton finished speaking, he swallowed slightly.

Old Whateley's ugly daughter with albinism and grandson with a weird beard were all by his bedside. But in the room on the second floor above his head.

There were waves of disturbing slapping or surging, like the tide lapping over and over on a flat beach.

Could it be that some machinery was broken?

But it wasn't this that upset Dr. Horton the most; The short call of a nighthawk outdoors

"There are probably too many nightjars."

"It was as if their endless messages were chirping over and over in the night, devilishly counting the remaining gasps of the dying man."

"It’s so abnormal!"

Mr. Horton couldn't help muttering in his heart.

But at this moment, Old Whateley suddenly regained consciousness. He stopped breathing heavily and opened his cloudy eyes.

He choked and whispered to his grandson.

"Wilbur, it needs more space...."

"That thing grows faster and it will be ready to serve you soon"

"Remember to chant"

"Open the gates to Yog-Sothoth with that long hymn!"

"It can be found on page 751 of the complete Necronomicon,"

"Then you have to light a fire in the prison, and the fire of this world will never burn it!"

Old Whateley's roaring voice made Holden swallow his saliva, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

Old Whateley has obviously gone completely crazy!

Mr. Holden couldn't help but think.

At this time, he stopped outside the house. The large group of nighthawks changed the rhythm of their chirping, and at the same time, a strange sound from the mountains was vaguely heard in the distance!

"Goo——！"

Then, Old Whateley half stood up, stretched out his palm straight forward towards Wilbur

"Wilbur, remember to feed him on time and pay attention to the dosage."

"Don't let it grow too fast here"

"If it destroys the dwelling or escapes before you open the door for Yog-Sothoth, then all is lost!"

Old Whateley said in a deep voice.

There was no fear of death in his eyes, only faith in the unknown existence, which had existed since he was young.

"Only they from outside can make it multiply and work...Only they, the Great Old Ones are waiting to return……"

"wilbur...Don't forget your mission"

"Ahem!"

Old Whateley's words were once again interrupted by heavy breathing. It dragged on for another hour, when Old Walter let out his last throaty cry.

Outside the window, the noisy birdsong gradually fell silent.

The pair of pitch-black eyes just stared quietly at the many viewers in the live broadcast room.

After hearing Old Whateley's last words, their faces became solemn.

Ancient Scholar (Nicole Robin):"....The Old Ones are waiting to return. Who are these Old Ones? It doesn't look like Cthulhu."

Fullmetal Alchemist (Edward):" Yog-Sothoth opens the gate...The secret hidden behind this may only be unexpected, and even the Gate of Truth cannot explain it at all."

The Sword Holder (Luo Ji):"...It is obvious that the old Whateley family is raising some kind of monster, and the size of this monster is still growing. It is a pity that ordinary people in the world of Cthulhu will not react."

To be honest,

Old Whateley's hiding was not clever.

If it were another world with strange existences on the surface, he would definitely notice something wrong at the first time.

But in the world of Cthulhu, this It's not the same thing. There were a lot of discussions in the comment area of ​​the live broadcast room, and the barrage was also surging like a tide, and many people focused on the book of the Necronomicon.

Page 751...What exactly is recorded!

Just think about it.

Just let peopleUnable to stop being curious!

In the scene of the live broadcast room.

It can be seen that Dr. Horton regards what he just said as crazy talk.

He stretched out his hand and closed the deceased's round, gray eyes.

Lavinia whimpered beside her, but Wilbur smiled softly, and the mountains roared vaguely.

"They didn't catch him."

Wilbur muttered in a deep and rich voice.

Old Whateley's soul finally escaped from the pursuit of the nightingale.

When the picture gradually dimmed, new words gradually emerged.

【that time】

【Wilbur was already in his field of study】

【He accumulated a very profound knowledge and corresponded with many librarians who were responsible for preserving rare and banned ancient books.】

【He looks very mature】

【And his height is close to the limit of normal people】

【There seems to be no sign of stopping】

【1925】

【Have an academic pen pal from Miskatonic University】

【Visited Wilbur in Dunwich Village】

【At that time, Wilbur was already six feet eight inches tall. The visitor was so frightened that he left Dunwich with a pale face.】

【Until the winter of 1927】

【Wilbur left Dunwich for the first time and went to the world outside the countryside】

【In the end, Will only made one trip in person】

【He went to Miskatonic University, the nearest university to Dunwich】

【Want to read a terrible tome that has been locked away in the university library for a long time】

【arab madman】

【Compiled by Abdul Alhazred】

【Translated by Eulos Wormius and published in Latin in Spain in the 17th century——《"Necronomicon"]

The audience was stunned when they saw this passage..........

Why is it Miskatonic University? What a coincidence!

If I remember correctly.

The people who saw the ancient beings in the Crazy Mountains were their scientific expedition team.

Now it's true...The world is so small! now.

When the picture reappeared, a white-haired professor was in his office when he suddenly heard a fierce barking sound.

"Woof woof!! woof woof woof——！"

This made him stop his pen in the office, frown and look into the distance

"What's wrong, why does that dog keep barking?"

But before he could check on the situation, there was a knock on the door.

"Professor Armitage!"

Hearing this, Armitage stood up and went to open the door.

"Professor Armitage, there is a young man named Wilbur who wants to find you and want to borrow books from our university library."

The figure walked into the room and asked.

When he heard the name Wilbur, Armitage was stunned.

He had met the boy before, but he didn't expect that the boy had rushed to Arkham from Dunwich.

But when he met Wilbur again in person, he was shocked by his astonishing height.

"wilbur...I saw you four years ago, you were only four years old"

"How could you do it now...？"

Armitage asked hesitantly. (To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"It's me, I'm Wilbur"

"Professor Armitage, I came to you to ask for a much-desired ancient book to read, the Ardinian edition of the Necronomicon. Wilbur, who was wearing a black robe, said calmly.

"It seems that you want to read that book no matter what. It’s a rare occasion for you to come, so I can’t neglect you."

"Originally it was not allowed to be loaned out, but this was a rare exception."

"But I need you to read in the library and under my supervision, okay?"

Wilbur nodded.

He followed Armitage's figure and came to the depths of the library.

"Speaking of which, why do you want to read the Necronomicon so much?》？"

"This book has a cursed history"

"Can you tell me the reason?"

Aritage asked curiously

"I was looking for some kind of ritual or spell that contained a name - Yog-Sothoth."5.1" It is only recorded in the"Necronomicon"."

Wilbur said bluntly.

Hearing his reply, Armitage shook his head helplessly.

"Well, hopefully you find something that satisfies your curiosity."

As he said that, he opened the locked drawer.

He took out the dust-covered"Necronomicon" and handed it to the other party.

When he was allowed to check the Latin text,

Wilbur immediately started to check it. The content recorded on page 751 of the ancient classic.

Dr. Armitage on the side.

Inadvertently looking over his shoulder, he saw the open pages on the table.

He turned over the pages silently in his mind., the page says:

"Human beings are neither the oldest masters of this earth nor the last masters of this earth."

"Ordinary living creatures and substances are not alone in the world."

"The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are now, and the Old Ones will always be——！"

"Not in the space we know, but between spaces"

"They passed by peacefully, they passed by the original source, they were outside the space, and we could not see their traces."

"Yog-Sothoth knows where the gate is!"

"Yog-Sothoth is the door, Yog-Sothoth is the key to the door, the gatekeeper!"

"The past belongs to him, the present belongs to him, and the future belongs to him!"

When these words were reflected in the eyes of everyone in the world through the live broadcast room, there was almost an oncoming terrifying aura, which made many strong men in endless dimensions and infinite worlds look serious and solemn!

Even..It comes from the fear in my heart!.