Wizards Under Cthulhu

　　 The voice is strange and cold.

　　 Allen no longer attacked for the first time, but jumped out like a rabbit.

　　 Just now, what I sensed was the breath of death.

　　 If I look back, I must die.

　　 The breath of death followed him like a gangrene.

　　 For the first time, after gaining such a powerful force, Allen still felt the breath of death.

　　 Standing still, Allen saw clearly what he was facing.

　　 That is a young nun, she is not beautiful, but she has a holy temperament, giving people a taste of compassion.

　　 Yes, it was a nun with a holy breath that gave Alan the feeling of death.

　　 There is only one pair of eyes with completely white pupils, which makes her have a weird temperament that is different from her own.

　　 "Run, leave...!" The nun's voice was pleading.

　　 It's just that she didn't finish her words, and a trace of bloodshot appeared in those white pupils.

　　 A bad feeling arose in Alan's heart, and his instinct drove him to leave here immediately.

　　 It’s just that when he listened to the nun, he had delayed the last hope of living.

　　 Before Alan's figure moved, the nun disappeared in front of him.

　　 The hairs all over his body stood up at this moment, and Allen was about to run away without any hesitation.

　　 A faint red mist emerged from the body, but it was exhausted.

　　 A "chuckle" sneer sounded from behind Alan.

　　 A pair of pale hands hug Allen from behind, condescendingly.

　　 "I'm sorry~" A soft sigh sounded from behind Alan, and a drop of cold tears fell on Alan's face.

　　 The tears are very cold, this is Allen's last feeling.

　　 As Alan fell to the ground, the whole monastery changed a little.

　　 Norman has got the things under the flower bed.

　　 That is a piece of bread that is as hard as iron.

　　 Norman was puzzled when he saw this piece of brown bread that was bigger than his hand.

　　 It’s just that spiritual intuition told him that this is what he was looking for.

　　 The moment Norman found the bread, the fatal feeling reappeared.

　　 This time, it was not a certain location, but the entire monastery was shrouded in terror.

　　 Norman didn't know what happened, and he looked around nervously with a small face.

　　 If it's just an average child, I'm afraid it would have been frightened and collapsed on the ground.

　　 But Norman's ability to withstand fear is much higher than that of ordinary people.

　　 The sound of footsteps began to come from the front.

　　 The sound of footsteps, with a peculiar rhythm.

　　 Listening to the footsteps, at least a dozen people are walking around.

　　 This monastery, where do people come from.

　　 There is only one explanation, and it is not human at all.

　　 Holding the brown bread in his arms, Norman looked around, hoping to find the door to the backyard.

　　 Unfortunately, it is too dark here.

　　 In fact, even if he could see it, he would find that there were no doors at all.

　　 "Ah~" A sorrowful woman scream sounded.

　　 Norman's heart tightened, and a dozen figures appeared not far away.

　　 This time, he saw it.

　　 A dozen nuns, old or young, came over with expressionless faces.

Headed by 　　 is a nun who is about twenty years old.

　　 Norman noticed at first glance, the nun's eyes.

　　 In the white red pupil, there is a trace of blood flowing freely.

　　 Blood streaks are more and less from time to time.

　　 With the blood streak, the terrifying aura that the nun exudes is also unstable.

　　 The nun's eyes fell on Norman.

　　 His eyes were like the cold water of winter, and Norman's whole body was stiff.

　　 Suddenly, the black bread in his arms exuded a faint warmth miraculously.

　　 The black bread, which was originally stiff as iron, was silent, and absorbed all the cold air that had enveloped Norman.

　　 The black bread is like going back in time, quickly turning into a piece of black bread that is not soft.

　　 All of this happened, but nothing happened.

　　 A shadow shrouded in front of Norman.

　　 The nun was already standing in front of Norman without noticing it.

In the eyes of 　　, the bloodshot eyes that kept swimming were restrained and faded quickly.

　　 "Wake up, Pauline." A soft voice sounded.

　　 This voice was familiar to Norman, it was the voice asking him for help.

　　 In the darkness, a middle-aged nun walked out.

　　 She is different from other dull nuns, her eyes have unique spirituality.

　　 The moment the young nun turned to look at the middle-aged nun.

　　 The spirituality displayed by the middle-aged nun quickly disappeared, becoming as dull as the nuns around.

　　 Just speaking, it seemed like an illusion.

　　 The young nun slowly looked at Norman again.

　　 Norman took a step back, nervously looking at the weird woman in front of him.

　　 A breath of death filled the surroundings and writhed, looking for opportunities to swallow Norman at any time.

"Let go, Pauline, you don't want to be like this. The woman manipulated you. Look at the piece of black bread. You secretly left it to your mother." The middle-aged nun's voice was heard again just now. .

　　 She regained her former agility again.

　　The young nun's eyes fell on the soft bread Norman was holding.

　　The bloodshot eyes kept tumbling in the white pupils, as if to completely occupy the white.

　　 Blood streaks slowly began to decrease.

　　 The surrounding breath is also changing.

　　 Whether it is a middle-aged nun or the group of nuns who act like puppets, they are becoming more agile. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 Norman keenly sensed that the breath of death around him slowly began to fade.

The heart that 　　 was holding, also began to slowly relax.

　　 At this moment, this monastery, a corner of the wall.

　　 The four corpses crawled slowly, their small bodies, like four swift puppies.

　　 Soon, they were generally directed to a corner of a monastery.

　　 They quickly pulled up the surrounding grass, and then dug up the soil.

　　 An arm-and-a-half iron box appeared in front of the four.

　　 The iron box was shining with a weird gloom, and the gloom was shining, constantly absorbing the black mist floating around in the air.

　　 Soon, the surrounding fog disappeared completely.

　　 There was a crisp click, and the iron box opened in response, revealing the contents inside.

　　 Four small corpses crawled on the ground, as if they had seen something terrifying.

　　 Inside the iron box, a dirty rag doll appeared inside.

　　 Ragdoll’s eyes are gone, her clothes are incomplete, and her body is dirty.

　　 A girl in a black gothic dress walked slowly out of the darkness.

　　 She also held a doll in her arms, the difference is that the doll in her arms is very delicate, especially those eyes, even in the dark, still gleaming with a frightening light.

　　 A strange smile appeared on the girl's puppet-like face.

　　 As soon as the doll appeared, the young female monk who had recovered a little lucidity, her eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes again.

　　 The entire face was extremely hideous, and the nuns behind him instantly turned into gray shadows, including the middle-aged nun.

　　 Norman looked at all this in horror, and the brown bread in his arms turned into countless powders and dissipated in the air.