I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

And the idea of ​​"red wine made by stepping on it" sounds disgusting!

She looked at her half-empty glass of wine and felt an urge to vomit.

"If we think about it another way, targeting female users, could we design a wine where handsome young men stomp on grapes to make a wine specifically for women?"

The young man then looked at Emma.

"what?"

Emma was completely bewildered.

谷臼

Just then, Emma felt that the young man in front of her looked somewhat familiar.

She saw the young man smile at her, and suddenly, her mouth gaped open.

The man's mouth expanded to its limit and continued to grow larger. Emma saw the corner of the man's mouth being torn open, and blood splattering out. In the blink of an eye, the shadow of a gaping maw enveloped Emma.

She remained motionless, the stench and blood overwhelming Emma, ​​extinguishing even her last remaining desire to escape.

When a person is in extreme fear, they cannot even scream.

Emma watched helplessly as the gaping maw appeared, and then the people in formal attire at the banquet suddenly had their clothes ripped open, transforming them into monsters that slaughtered and devoured each other, leaving a bloody mess. She saw herself being enveloped by that abyssal maw, and with intense pain, Emma awoke.

"It was a dream..."

Emma gasped for breath, her hair plastered to her face with sweat. Then she remembered—the guy who'd been talking about stepping on red wine was Lu Ban!

This man is not only rude during the day, but he also causes me to have nightmares at night!

Emma, ​​still immersed in her dream, suddenly felt some words echoing in her ears. These words sounded as if they were spoken by her, layer upon layer, faint yet present, reverberating in her mind.

"Their goal is the inheritance; they want to take away what belongs to you!"

"They will take everything from you, steal all your wealth, and throw you into the filthy sewers to feed the dogs!"

"That detective, everything he does is a deception. He's the most evil one; he wants to use you all as sacrifices!"

"People have already died, and they're still ignoring it. He's the one who did it. You're the next target!"

"Resist! You must resist! You can't just sit here and wait to die! Pick up your weapons and kill them before they kill you!!!"

At first, Emma wondered if this was just a mental confusion caused by a nightmare, but as the words kept repeating themselves, these words seemed to be Emma's own will, and she became more and more convinced that they were her thoughts. She found the exquisite lady's revolver in the drawer, checked the bullets, and prepared to go out and kill those who coveted her inheritance.

As soon as Emma opened the door, she saw the maid standing guard at the entrance.

“Miss Emma…”

When the maid saw the revolver in Emma's hand, she was terrified and her face changed drastically. She tried to speak up to stop her, but she didn't move.

At that moment, the maid heard a series of illusory, layered sounds.

"She wants to kill you, you shameless rich people! They not only exploit your labor, but they also want to take your life. They have no right to do so!"

"Do you still remember your mother at home? You can't die here. This foolish woman doesn't deserve so much wealth. Kill them all, take all the inheritance, and run away!"

"She's about to shoot, are you just going to stand here and wait to die? Don't you even have the courage to resist?"

Hearing the murmurs, the maid felt a surge of power within her, and she stepped forward to stand in front of Emma.

"Get out of the way!"

Emma roared, the volume of which startled even herself, but soon, Emma understood everything through the "inner voice" in her ear.

"Even you want to take my property?"

Her eyes were red.

Gunshots rang out in Stormy Mountain Villa.

I was called downstairs for a nucleic acid test. Second update coming soon.

Chapter 629 Discussing Actions, Not Intentions

"What I was just doing was..."

Stone was somewhat confused, unsure whether the chaotic, disorderly ruins under the night sky, shimmering like glass amidst the mud, were real, or whether the stormy, thunderous, and lightning-streaked manor was real.

"You almost shot yourself, but luckily Lu Ban arrived in time."

Standing at the doorway, Xia said, her expression also somewhat grim. Her armor appeared to have been through a fight and was somewhat tattered.

"By the way, I almost blew my own head off with magic just now, but it's nothing serious."

"I had a nightmare and heard some things, I don't quite understand them, but I might have been affected by them..."

Stone quickly realized that he had just been subjected to mental pollution and attack. In some alien realms, some monsters can affect the emotions and thoughts of others. There are also some more unique monsters that exist in the consciousness of other creatures in the form of a thought process, relying on language and communication to move, thus achieving a deeper level of parasitism.

I think I've encountered something similar myself.

Is this an influence of the legacy of the Taoist Master Heming?

"You were also experiencing hallucinations?"

Stone looked at Sia.

“That’s right, I dreamt of the demonic tide in the Black Forest, those monsters… in short, they were all terrifying things. It pounced on me, and I instinctively prepared to use magic, but actually I was pointing it at my own head. This not only amplifies certain emotions within us, but also creates illusions that mislead us and confuse our perception.”

Sia answered.

"You weren't affected?"

Stone glanced at Lu Ban again. The wound on his hand was almost healed, with spreading vegetation covering the bullet hole and lush greenery filling the flesh.

Lu Ban shook his head.

"I did have a dream, but in the dream I played rock-paper-scissors with him and he lost, so it didn't affect me much."

"?"

Stone was taken aback by Lu Ban's words.

Is there any connection between losing a game of rock-paper-scissors and not being affected?

What did you hear?

Shea continued, before Stone could speak.

"That voice was just like myself, like my own soliloquy. It said you might betray me, that I shouldn't trust you, and tried to trick me into killing you."

"...I'm pretty much the same; it wants me to kill you all."

Stone said that he thought back to those voices and realized they were indeed very tempting. In that state of confusion, it was hard to tell what was real and what was fake. He didn't know whether they were external seductions or his own inner voice.

Most importantly, those were thoughts he had also considered.

Stone himself was worried that Lu Ban and Xia might doubt him and whether they could trust him. He also seriously considered that if these people did not trust him, he might have to kill them.

Not to mention any deeper reflections.

As sages have said, a gentleman judges by actions, not by intentions, for no one in the world is perfect.

Everyone may have some unspoken thoughts deep in their heart. These thoughts may be crazy or despicable. Even the most upright person may have some inner conflicts, but as long as their behavior is normal, no one will care.

谷鞆

These thoughts that Stone heard were like a raw reflection of his inner desires, making it difficult for him to distinguish between nightmares and reality.

"It seems that this place can indeed disturb one's mind, cause hallucinations, and at the same time, make one's ears hear babbling."

Stone pondered.

“If we can hear these babblings, then others certainly can too.”

Sia immediately added.

“Even those of us who have experienced the pollution of foreign lands may not be able to shake off these illusions. Ordinary people may very well be misled and led by the nose, thus doing something irreversible.”

As soon as Xia finished speaking, a gunshot rang out from a room not far away.

The gunshot was muffled by the thunder and rain, but Sia had already cast a detection spell.

The next moment, with a slight hesitation, another shot rang out.

The third and fourth shots were clearly closer together, like someone who, after struggling and hesitating, finally opened their heart.

Shea had just arrived at the spot where the gunfire had started.

She saw a maid lying on the ground in a pool of blood, shot in the abdomen and chest, already unconscious.

On the other side, Emma, ​​holding her small revolver, turned her head slightly dazedly.

"You'll die too! You'll die too!"

Emma raised her gun, but before she could pull the trigger, she saw Sia raise her hand, and her gun-wielding hand was struck by a tremendous force, twisting and dislocating it. Emma was also thrown against the corridor wall and fainted.

Shea took Emma's revolver, checked the maid's injuries, and cast a healing spell.

Lu Ban and Stone arrived at this time. Seeing the mess, Stone felt that things might be far more serious than he had imagined.

“The impact on ordinary people will be even stronger. I’m afraid that before the night of the summoning of souls even arrives, these people will kill each other to the last one.”

"Anyway, knock them all out first."

Lu Ban picked up an ashtray, eager to try it out.

"?"

Stone looked at the ashtray in Lu Ban's hand and felt that something was wrong.

By the time they found the old steward and ensured that the other servants did not fall into chaos, it was already the morning of the next day.

The torrential rain showed no signs of abating, and the rising sun could not penetrate the clouds, only bringing a dim, hazy light, which gave people a sense of unease and loss.

The road down the mountain remained blocked, not to mention the absence of any police officers attempting a rescue. The lush green trees, soaked by the rain, appeared even more somber, which in turn dampened one's mood.

There weren't many servants at Stormy Mountain Villa, only twelve. Including the old butler and the cook, there were only seventeen people. When they were found, most of them were confused. After questioning, no similar delirious murmurs were heard.

Lu Ban guessed there might be two reasons. One was that even if they did hear the babbling, they might have dismissed it as their own distracting thoughts if they didn't follow its lead, or they might have deliberately concealed the fact that they had heard the babbling after seeing the maid's condition.

Another possibility is that not everyone can hear the babbling; only a segment of people whose emotions are greatly affected, or who have been corrupted, can hear it.

Regardless of the reason, Lu Ban knew very well that this was definitely the influence of the relics left here by Daoist Heming. Just like a real soul weapon, it bewitched people's hearts, manipulated everyone's will, and made them fight each other to complete his soul-summoning ritual.

We must find that thing as soon as possible.