Real Game: I Exposed the Old Ones

Carter was so sad that he almost vomited blood.

He had absolutely no way of imagining that the diligent old housekeeper who had always been by his side, taking good care of him, would choose to betray him.

Carter asked in a hoarse voice: Why is this?

A crazy smile appeared on the steward's face, Because the great God has been watching me. This is God's test for me.

god?

Yes, that is the real, real, great existence beyond this world. He can help me get rid of falsehood and give me eternal life!

The expression on the butler's face grew feverish.

At this moment, he looked like a fanatical believer.

While the housekeeper was talking to Carter, Zhu Zheng lowered his eyes, his mind sank into the abyss of his body, briefly told what happened in the outside world, and then summoned the crazy Arab poet.

A few strands of tree roots grew rapidly, breaking through the soil cover, twisting and twisting under Zhu Zheng's shadow, forming a smaller humanoid outline.

The Arab poet felt the lingering breath around him, his small body clung to Zhu Zheng's side, and whispered: Sir, this old man is a descendant of the wind. He is a descendant of the old ruler Itakua.

There is a wind of confusion blowing around, which can make people temporarily lose control of their bodies.

Family of the Wind? Itakua?

Yes.

The crazy Arab poet is worthy of being the author of the Book of the Dead. The man who faced Azathoth without dying can be called a living encyclopedia. He just glanced at the butler and immediately identified the other person's heels. .

Itacua is the wind that blows in the interstellar universe. It has many names such as Wind Walker, Walking Death, Great White Silent God, God Unseen in Totems, etc. It is said that it has many names. The most common image is a tall black snowman, or a tall, thin man with horns.

The Familiar of the Wind are the descendants of Itakua. They usually look like humans and have the ability to control storms, thunderstorms, blizzards or tornadoes.

Zhu Zheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the old housekeeper carefully.

Sure enough, in his field of vision, the airflow around the old butler was distorted, and a layer of transparent and illusory wind enveloped him. Moreover, floating above the old butler's head, there was a humanoid monster with huge horns and covered with hair.

First there was Saigea, then Hastur, the mother of the Outer God Black Goat, and now Itakua has also appeared. What do these guys face? Is it just to destroy the world?

But soon, Zhu Zheng rejected this conjecture.

Those guys don't have that much time to spare.

And with the methods of those guys, it should be very simple to destroy this world created by Carter.

So what is their purpose?

Silver key!

An answer emerged in Zhu Zheng's heart.

In this fictional world, I am afraid that only the silver key is valuable enough to bring about the end of the Old One or the Outer God.

But what do they, or they, need the silver key for?

At the same time, Zhu Zheng thought of another thing.

Game character selection.

Butler, brother, and Carter's marriage partner.

If the game character Zhu Zheng chose at that time was a butler, perhaps the triggered quest line was related to the old days or the outer gods, and this clue would directly point to the secret contained in the silver key.

Zhu Zheng whispered to the crazy Arab poet in an almost whispering voice, Is there any way to make a fake parchment to replace the real parchment in my hand?

He planned to use a civet cat to exchange for the prince, and fake it to see what the other party wanted to do.

And even if Saigeya really comes, he can use [Tyrant] to expel the opponent from this world.

Quite simply, my lord.

For the Arab poets, all it takes is a little strength.

Zhu Zheng nodded slightly, Let's get started.

Slight magic flows in the shadows, and the fluctuations spread slightly.

Zhu Zheng's heart tightened. He quietly looked up and found that the old housekeeper was not looking at him, and he was relieved.

At this time, the voice of the Arab poet rang in his ears, Master, the parchments have been replaced.

Zhu Zheng continued: Very good, you will leave a mark on the old housekeeper later. I want to know where he went.

This is not difficult for Arab poets.

Soon, an illusory, light green eyeball-shaped mark floated on the butler's body. Only Zhu Zheng and the Arab poet could see it.

But the old housekeeper seemed unaware of this.

After doing this, Zhu Zheng continued to lie on the ground and pretended to be dead.

After waiting for a while, the old housekeeper walked up to Zhu Zheng, grabbed the fake parchment scroll from his hand, opened it and looked at it carefully.

Yes, this is it. With these, I can find that thing. As for you, just have a good sleep.

A mass of darkness was released by the old butler.

Zhu Zheng's eyelids twitched, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

But the next moment, he was shrouded in darkness and felt sleepy in his heart.

This is.

Zhu Zheng felt the aura of the Old Ones from the darkness.

In the end, Zhu Zheng couldn't resist the sleepiness, and his eyelids gradually closed.

The last thought in his mind was, I've been tricked. Fortunately, there are Arab poets here.

Obviously this is the method of the Old Ones, and even he is not immune.

I don’t know how long it took.

Zhu Zheng felt someone calling his name.

The sound was ethereal, as if it was coming from a very far away place, and yet it seemed as if it was very close, right next to my ears.

Zhu Zheng gradually regained consciousness and opened his eyes in confusion.

The palm-sized Arab poet breathed a long sigh of relief, Sir, you finally woke up.

Zhu Zheng's heart tightened, How long have I been asleep?

Less than an hour.

Zhu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems it's not too late.

He looked around.

This is a dark dungeon, the floor is covered with dark brown soil, and moss grows on the walls, making it damp and depressing.

Carter and the servants in the manor were lying not far away, eyes closed, sleeping soundly.

Zhu is trying to wake Carter up.

But no matter how he called, he couldn't wake Carter up.

Sir, this is the intoxicating wind that Itacua can unleash, so let me do it.

The Arab poet's body rapidly expanded to the size of an adult, his hands slightly raised, and the air around him rippled.

Touch of fatigue!

A thick and ferocious tentacle appeared out of thin air and floated directly above Carter. Then the tentacle automatically split into dozens of extremely small tentacles, suddenly covering it and drilling into the pores of Carter's body.

The tentacles wriggled regularly.

Gujiguji.

After a strange sound, the color of the tentacles changed from light to dark, and then slowly pulled out of Carter's body.

The next moment, Carter opened his eyes, filled with confusion and helplessness.

“Who am I, where am I, and what is this feeling of being filled with?”