Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "We have a magic mirror, now please stand in front of the mirror, it can reflect some unusual things."

　　 "Oops!"

　　 Jenkins was surprised, but Mr. Nellie did not tell him that carrying an evil spirit is a necessary condition for participating in a mutual aid group. But it was too late now. Before he found a better excuse, the man who led the way had moved the floor mirror next to him.

　　 The mirror is not covered by the cloth, directly reflecting Jenkins's figure.

"Oh!"

　　 "Oh~"

　　 In the mirror, a white cat stands on the shoulders of a thin man, with a chilling green light oozing from his pupils.

　　 Jenkins glanced to the side. Although he could feel that the chocolate was still standing on his shoulders and his wagging tail was still rubbing his side face, his vision could not capture any creatures at all.

　　 "Chocolate is actually invisible!"

　　 He doesn't know whether he should be surprised or surprised now, but the man who exhaled has already begun to nod his head:

　　 "It seems that your luck is not bad, no, I have no intention of offending, but compared to our other companions, animal spirits should be considered the safest thing."

　　 He enthusiastically pulled a chair for Jenkins and invited him to sit down. Jenkins also learned at this time that the mirror could reflect the spirit body. It was a man. He claimed to be Mr. Thinker, and he found it in the utility room of the theater.

　　 He is also the organizer of the mutual assistance group for supernatural events, hoping to gather people who have encountered "that" things together to think about coping methods and give each other courage.

　　 "So, that mirror has nothing to do with the thrift store."

　　 Jenkins was disappointed, but leaving now is obviously not a good idea. So he planned to spend a few hours here, and when he returned to the church, he used the little trouble of "Mr. Nellie" as an excuse to report the matter here to the church.

　　 This is a win-win situation. While recycling special items, the church will not hesitate to help these people solve the trouble of evil spirits.

　　 Including Mr. Thinker, all the people who arrived earlier than Jenkins were ordinary people. When sitting together close enough, he can observe the problems encountered by everyone through his own eyes.

　　 Starting from the left hand side, the evil spirits on the five people are:

　　 A middle-aged obese man with a disgusting face, but the cause of death cannot be judged by his image;

　　 The young woman with a strangle mark on her neck and her mouth stretched behind her ears, her eyes shed bleeding and tears;

　　 Two little boys who look exactly the same, judging from their height, they are no more than ten years old, but everyone is throwing their heads;

　　The old man with white hair lying on his back, whispering constantly in the ears of living people, he looks the closest to the image of a normal person, and he is the only spiritual body that almost discovered Jenkins is observing;

　　 And the person on Jenkins's right hand has a head floating above his head. It's just a head. Since he can't make obvious movements like raising his head, Jenkins has no way of knowing the appearance or age of his head.

While standing by, waiting to open the door for the next participant, Mr. Thinking special, behind his back is a man with long hair who can twist his head 180 degrees, and the limbs of the spirit body are tightly wrapped around Mr. Thinking. body of.

　　 It may be extremely rare for these ordinary people to encounter evil spirits, but Jenkins believes that these evil spirits are not beyond the scope of "ordinary". Including the old man who almost found him, these are just ordinary souls, far worse than the one who entangled Mr. Nellie.

　　 A gift of a little bit of power can rely on rituals to disperse them.

　　 When Jenkins arrived at the theater, it was very close to eight o'clock, but there were still people behind him. It was a young man and a gifter, and Jenkins happened to know him.

　　 is not an acquaintance in Nolan City, but a young magician in the circus that I have seen when traveling in Berdyland. When he met last time, he was still a level 2 gifter, but at this time he has been promoted to level 3, but the ability has not been fully learned, so the promotion should be the most recent thing.

　　 He obviously has the ability to manipulate spirits, because when Mr. Thinker tried to verify his identity, Jenkins personally saw a spirit emerge submissively from his coat pocket, and then exaggeratedly pretended to be fierce.

　　 "Will he come for that mirror?"

　　 Jenkins was only surprised when he met this person. In fact, he heard the news of the circus coming to Nolan City from Mr. Nellie last week, but he did not expect that the two parties would meet so soon.

　　 The circus itself is also weird, and I also know that except for the young magician, everyone else is Level 6 and seems extremely inexperienced in combat.

　　 But even after encountering the benefactor, Jenkins still believes that there will be no surprises for the rest of the evening.

Chapter 558 Chapter 549 Horror Story (8/10)

　　 It is like this kind of mutual aid group that Jenkins is participating in. The original origin cannot be verified. But in modern times, it is mostly used for rehabilitation by psychologists. And this group organized by Mr. Shitete has a similar effect to the former. After all, what can be obtained through chat is only a little psychological comfort.

　　Everyone tells what happened to each person in order, and the first one is naturally the organizer himself.

　　 "Okay, then, gentlemen and ladies, let me start. Of course, in order to prevent individuals from distinguishing the characters in the story, I will use false names. Please forgive me."

　　 The moon is hidden behind the clouds, and there are only a few solitary candles spreading light in the theater with the curtains drawn. Everyone puts their candle beside the chair, and Mr. Siddhart's oil lamp is placed in the center of the crowd.

　　 This makes this scene a bit weird, but it does not contain any extraordinary factors. Jenkins absently touched the cat lying on his knees while listening to the supernatural incident that Mr. Siote encountered on the night of six months ago.

　　 This makes the person he plays, showing a frightening image. He forgot that the chocolate is now invisible, so in the eyes of others, Jenkins's movements are basically touching the air on his knees.

　　 Fortunately, the people here have experienced more or less terrifying things, so no one has screamed out because of fear. But at least half of the participants have already regretted participating in such a weird mutual aid meeting on such a night, and have made up their minds that they will never be related to this place again after tonight.

　　 Just like Jenkins thought, spirit bodies are ordinary spirit bodies, and supernatural stories are also ordinary supernatural stories. During the narration, Jenkins has been paying attention to the young magician from the circus. Unlike the writer who mixes time, he seems to be really listening to everyone's story, and his eyes never stay on the nearby mirror.

　　This can't help but make Jenkins wonder what his purpose is.

　　 Jenkins was the third narrator. After everyone comforted the poor woman who was sobbing and shivering intermittently, the masked faces looked at Jenkins.

　　 "It's time to tell ghost stories again."

　　 He thought to himself, organize the language:

"Yes, it's my turn. Gentlemen and ladies, I can't guarantee that what I said is all true, because even I can't tell what happened that night, how much crazy hysteria was mixed up? ."

　　 Such a statement is extremely necessary. The words that the first two narrated just now revealed a kind of extreme hysterical fear, and some descriptions really cannot be convinced of their truthfulness.

"When I was thirteen years old, gentlemen, you know what kind of age it was. My father gave me a cat as a birthday gift. I was so happy, and the cat stayed with me until last year. Only died in autumn."

　　 He paused, not to show that his words were true, but to feel a little cold. He regretted not wearing more clothes, and the cooling tonight was a bit unexpected.

　　 "Yes, last fall..."

　　 He opened up another field of vision again to observe whether there are weird places nearby, but the only ones that exude aura are the mirror and the young magician sitting aside.

　　 The magician did not carry any special items, but there should be some small props in his pocket, so in Jenkins' eyes, it was like fluorescent powder stained on his clothes.

"After that, I was sad for a long time, and occasionally thought it was still alive in that home. I was really depressed during this period, but later I realized that it shouldn't be the case, so I went to the city pet management center and claimed it. A new pet cat."

　　 In conjunction with Jenkins's act of petting an air cat, the person who heard this passage had a tingling scalp. At this time, Jenkins finally found that the people nearby seemed to be looking at his knees, and then suddenly realized that the chocolate was in an unobservable state.

"and so......"

　　 He naturally raised the hand that touched the cat and scratched his dry yellow hair, and then dropped his hand down.

"So, I brought a cat back home again. Everything was normal for the first few months. Yes, I gradually came out of my sorrow and adapted to the pet that had been with me for a long time to leave forever. New The cat is a bit disobedient, but I also believe that I have the ability to tame it.

　　 But gradually, something is wrong..."

　　 Jenkins finally saw it, he finally saw the aura besides the gifter and the mirror! The stage was very dim, making any light unusually obvious. When his eyes subconsciously looked at the upper narrator, that is, the woman who was still twitching intermittently, the extremely dim aura slowly drifted out of her body.

　　 This color is very difficult to detect, and it almost blends with the surrounding environment. There is no problem with the woman, and after the aura floats out, the target seems to be the decorative lamp directly above the heads of several people. The trajectory of the light spot is fixed, so there must be a problem.

　　 He did not raise his head rashly, because that action was too obvious, but chose to continue his story:

"I used to raise cats for ten years, so I know the habits of cats very well. The newly adopted one has gradually become docile and obedient under my training. But this speed is a bit too fast, almost in its first place. The second week after I walked into the house, it was docile enough to compare with my dead Larryl. Not only was it obedient, but except for its appearance, the whole cat behaved very much like the previous Larryl. ."

　　 He swallowed:

　　 "I even woke up from a nightmare one night, and unexpectedly discovered that the new cat was lying on the second to last floor in the corner, which was a little upturned. Oh, God, I was so frightened!"

　　 His voice was a bit loud, and many people were shocked. At the same time, Jenkins also discovered that, in fact, everyone except him and the young magician has yellow auras overflowing in the direction of the decorative lights. Especially with the passage of time, the frequency of the auras is increasing. frequently.

　　 "This is... collecting horror stories? No, it may also be collecting fearful emotions!"

　　 He pretended to turn his neck inadvertently, but still did not look up.

"It should never sleep on that floor. Only my Larry has that habit. In fact, when heating in winter, that floor is the warmest, so Larry will do that. But I The season for adopting a new cat is late summer, and it is absolutely impossible for him to sleep there by chance! It is absolutely impossible!"

Section 559 Chapter 550 The Abyssal One and the Tobe Family (9/10)

The walls of the 　　 theater are uneven. This is to prevent echoes in such an empty room. Jenkins's trembling voice when telling the story spread far in this strange environment. He believed that even if someone was outside the door, he could hear his own voice.

"Since that night, I have kept discovering small habits that only Larryl can have from new cats. I am really terrified. Although it is not against me, gentlemen, I really can't accept borrowing a corpse to return to life. Things like that happened in my own home."

　　 once again turned his neck, but this time he raised his head slightly, and then lowered naturally.

"And on the night of the fullest moon this summer, something really terrifying happened. Oh, may God bless me! That night, I was awakened by a foul smell. I was really unlucky that day, even at home. The gas lamps are all broken. I found a candle and searched for the source of the bad smell in the bedroom. As a result, as a result..."

　　 raised his head and looked directly above, on the top of the decorative lamp, a goblet-shaped object appeared.

　　 "Yes, this is it!"

　　 He thought calmly, continuing the boring story:

　　 "As a result, I found the stench, which came from the bottom of my bed!"

　　 He saw that the person on the other side trembled as if he was sick, and at the same time the light spots floating from him became denser.

　　 "Is it really collecting fear?"

　　 "I really don't want to remember that scene, but I always have to face this fear."

　　 "Yes, sir, we all have to be full of courage, so that we can face the fearful things."

　　 Mr. Siotee encouraged him in a low voice.

"Thank you, you are absolutely right. Okay, I squatted on the bed, covered my nose with my left hand, and lit a candle with my right hand, then held my breath and lifted the drooping bed sheet with my left hand. Now, the hands holding the candle are trembling. What I see is, God, what I saw is a cat carcass that has been highly decomposed, yes, it is the new cat that has accompanied me for nearly a year! "

　　 Someone groaned/groan softly when Jenkins told the truth, and the light spots on everyone's body became more, which shows that the guess about "gathering fear" is most likely correct.

　　 "Really, gentlemen, I really don't want to recall that scene. But I can guarantee that the rotting cat carcass can even see the bones, those maggots... sorry."

　　 He shook his head:

"I buried the corpse. But since that day, I have often seen Larry running in the peripheral vision, and dreamed of some terrible things at night. The most terrifying thing is that all the women who are close to me will complain. Somehow, there will be scratch marks of unknown origin on their bodies. I know that this is done by Larryl, it is affecting my life, why is it unwilling to leave! Dust returns to dust, don’t leave what should be left Why does it treat me like this!"

　　 Jenkins's words are here, he himself is not very satisfied with the story made up in a hurry. But it doesn't matter. After all, no one will pay for this story. What he cares about is the goblet above his head.

　　 Mr. Thinker and the others in the mutual aid group took turns to give Jenkins some advice and comfort. Compared to the terrible encounters of the two just now, his experience will not endanger his life. From this point of view, his experience is also very enviable.

　　The narration is still going on. After experiencing the stories of human head balloons, boys in red, dying young children, and lonely old people, it is finally the last one, that is, the young magician.

　　 At this time, the night is already very deep, and the candles around everyone are about to burn to the end. Mr. Thinker distributed a new candle to everyone, and everyone quietly bent over to light it.

　　 "In ancient myths, besides humans, there are other terrifying and strange creatures walking on the earth."

　　 The magician's beginning is a bit different. The others are speaking in the first person, and he doesn't seem to intend to.

　　 "But in modern times, although those creatures have withdrawn from our world, there are still some sects or evil people trying to make them reappear in the world."

　　 Jenkins suddenly had an unknown premonition. Perhaps his arrival was simply an accident, and the magician was the one who really solved the situation.

"Demons, demons, evil spirits. The creatures in the ancient mythology are peeping at our world all the time, and those with evil in their hearts want to break the current peace and pull them into this ancient and peaceful city. "

　　 It's not just Jenkins who heard that something is wrong. All of you here are the lucky ones who survived the supernatural events, and their sensitivity is terrible.

"There is a creature that is extremely rare even in ancient times-the Abyssal Man. This is a monster that survives on biological fear. Around it, the frequency of spiritual events is stronger, and it can also absorb fear. At the same time, it absorbs the life, spirit and even soul of creatures. Any sensible creature looking at them will feel the fear of looking at the abyss. This is the origin of their name."

　　 Jenkins looked at Mr. Thinker, and again made sure that he was just an ordinary person.

"By the fifteenth era, there were few organizations left that crazily worshipped and used living people to sacrifice to the abyss. The most famous and powerful one was the Tobe family. It has experienced thousands of storms and the Orthodox Church. In addition, the continued decline of alien power weakened the Tobe family, and this family that resembled a secret order gradually declined. In modern times, the true descendants who survived and inherited the family’s traditions were left alone. ."

　　 The magician stood up and faced Mr. Thinking:

　　 "Yes, sir, now please hand over B-03-01-8383, the hidden fear glass, I can promise not to hurt your life, and promise God!"

　　 "Sorry, I don't know what you are talking about."

　　 Mr. Shitter lowered his voice and said, while the others had subconsciously moved away from him. Six adults, including Jenkins, moved quickly on the chairs in a circle, and finally squeezed into three chairs together.

"Although I only came to Nolan City recently, I have heard about the Tobe family. Let's not waste any more time and hand over what I want, otherwise I will let you die here! I know you There is no gifted person, so don’t try to resist!"

　　 The magician's temper is obviously a little irritable, but he was right. In the face of a well-prepared benefactor, ordinary people have no resistance.

Chapter 560 Success in Chapter 551 (10/10)

"I......"

　　 Mr. Shitte still wanted to refute, but his tone was weak.

"I found out that your mutual aid group started last winter. The purpose of the supernatural event mutual aid group that lasted for a year is probably to collect fear, right? This is very interesting. Come and guess where it is now."

　　 said, with a wave of his hand, five or six red fireballs flew out of his sleeves and stopped by the wall of the theater. Although the light of the fireball is still not enough to fully illuminate the theater, it is much better than just now.

　　 The suddenly bright environment made everyone's eyes feel a little uncomfortable, and Jenkins finally saw the whole picture of the theater. Ordinary people who came here to share stories and ask for help screamed. Even if they encounter a spiritual event, it is still difficult for them to accept that the "witch" in the story really exists in this world.

　　 "I mean, please look behind you."