Real Game: I Exposed the Old Ones

An hour and a half later, Zhu Zheng and Carter also arrived at Snake Mountain.

They followed the guidance of Arab poets into the mountain path.

But when they saw the scene in front of them, they couldn't help but froze for a long time.

On the mountain path, the housekeeper was lying face down, with a large mass of dark blood seeping out from under him.

Next to the housekeeper, several corpses dressed in black robes were lying in random directions.

The Arab poets can tell at a glance that they are also the descendants of the wind of Itaqua.

Carter couldn't believe it, Just die like that?

It seems that our every move is being monitored by others. Naturally, the housekeeper is also being monitored by them.

Zhu Zheng looked serious.

He walked over to examine the body.

The butler's body was turned over and the fatal wound was found on the chest.

The flesh there was completely rotten, and worms could be vaguely seen crawling in the dark flesh.

The Arab poet said: Master, this should be some kind of mysterious curse that breaks out directly from the body. There is a large sacrificial circle nearby, and an indescribable existence once brought power here in a short period of time.

Zhu Zheng expanded the search scope and found traces of the sacrificial circle in the mouth of the Arab poet.

It was a stone statue in a dancing posture.

On their chests, there are yellow seals representing the King in Yellow.

It was the King in Yellow who took action himself.

Only the Old One can defeat another Old One.

Zhu Zheng looked at the statues, and finally took out a dagger and sliced ​​open the arm of one of the stone statues.

The stony skin, fascia, and blood vessels are clearly visible in the cross section.

And those jagged bone stubbles.

These stone statues are of living people.

Or.

They were once alive.

Zhu Zheng summoned the Arab poet, Is there any way you can trace the diary?

The Arab poet shook his head.

In fact, when he used the magic mark on the housekeeper, he also made a small beacon for the diary. However, the snake mountain was very strange, and the person who got the diary was very cautious, so that the magic beacon he arranged was completely ineffective. .

This is a bit troublesome.

Zhu Zheng felt a little troubled.

Now that they have completely lost their goal, how can they find the place left by Carter's grandfather in this vast snake mountain?

Carter said: It doesn't matter. As you said, we still have the parchment. It will be useless even if they find the place.

Should we continue the search or return to the manor?

Zhu Zheng was stunned for a moment, sighed, took out the pistol he had prepared in advance from his gun bag, and handed it to Carter, Maybe now is not the time to talk about this issue. You should look in front of us first.

Carter looked up.

At the end of the mountain road, I don't know when a black mist appeared.

The black mist was extremely fast and moved in front of several people almost instantly.

The black fog dissipated.

Then, Zhu Zheng saw part of the body of a giant creature wrapped in black mist.

The first thing that appeared was a huge hoof - similar to a goat's hoof.

Above the hoof is a thick leg.

Further up, there is a huge mass.

Black whip-like tentacles and large and small pustules grew on the mass, and there were countless giant mouths of different sizes growing around it.

Those mouths were constantly opening and closing, protruding sharp fangs, and dripping green mucus from time to time.

The monster made a confusing roar.

The voice sounded directly in the hearts of the two of them.

[Human, hand over your things! 】

In the end, the sheep-hoof-shaped one-legged monster finally walked out of the black mist and stood completely in front of the two people.

An unbearable stench hit my face.

Zhu Zheng and Carter involuntarily took two steps back.

Carter is a legendary investigator after all. Although he is frightened, he can still maintain the most basic sanity.

What kind of monster is this guy?

Zhu Zheng took a deep breath, This is the son of the Black Goat, the descendant of Shub Nicholas, and it seems that it regards us as enemies.

He once encountered the incomplete Son of the Black Goat and burned an entire house to death with his own hands.

Now that I see the real owner, I am actually not very scared.

But the Sons of the Black Goat tend to come in groups.

Who knows if there are more Sons of the Black Goat behind it?

And if they are here, will they be targeted by Shabu Nicholas?

Unfortunately, it was too late to run.

The Sons of the Black Goat have the body of a typical warrior and the heart of an assassin. They move very fast through the mountains and forests, making it impossible to run away.

For Zhu Zheng, the only option was to kill the son of the black goat quickly.

Carter felt the high fighting spirit of his companions, tightened his grip on the gun in his hand, and couldn't help but get excited, What are we going to do now?

When I call start, you run backwards.

What?

Carter didn't react for a moment.

Zhu Zheng took a deep breath and roared, Start!

Roar!!!

The Son of the Black Goat let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

It raised its goat-like hooves and dropped them suddenly.

A wave visible to the naked eye centered on the hoof landing point and spread out to the surroundings.

The soil and gravel on the mountain road rippled in layers.

It was like an invisible centipede scurrying toward them close to the ground.

It was a mess.

Almost instantly, Carter was thrown away by the huge force.

Fortunately, the Arab poet arrived in time and rescued Carter.

Zhu Zhengze took the opportunity to jump up and avoid the black goat's attack.

His pupils glowed with purple electricity, and he directly activated the Abyss Chanter form.

A purple electric whip condensed out of thin air.

Purple thunder flew across the sky and crackled beside him.

Purple Lightning follows Zhu Zheng's will and is eager to punish all creatures that dare to offend the abyss.

Due to the limitations of this body, Zhu Zheng was unable to use many methods. Only the mythical creature form of the Abyss Chanter was unaffected.

He and the Arab poet rushed to the left and right towards the Son of the Black Goat.

Little lamb, come on!

A hurricane appeared out of thin air, dragging the surrounding gravel together.

The Fist of Yog-Sothoth!

The Arab poet used magical power to condense a ferocious giant fist out of thin air, and struck the black goat cub's leg.

boom!

Covered with wrinkles and pustules, a gash was made by the giant fist, and thick green liquid mixed with red blood spurted out.

The black goat cub was in pain, so he swung the whip and scattered the giant fist.

However, at this moment, Zhu Zheng also arrived.

The electric whip swept through the air and struck the Son of the Black Goat so hard that his skin and flesh were torn and he howled.

However, the Son of the Black Goat was huge and Zhu Zheng's attacks were unable to cause serious damage to the opponent.

Sure enough, after the Son of the Black Goat recovered, it began to fight back.

The sticky tentacles intertwined and stacked to form a huge network, shrouding Zhu Zheng in it.

Light green slime drips.

Zhu Zheng was accidentally contaminated by a drop of mucus, and his clothes were pierced almost instantly, causing a burning pain on his skin.

And each tentacle contains power beyond the limits of the human body.

Facing the ruthless counterattack of the Son of the Black Goat, anyone would be frightened and feel like they were about to die.