Wizards Under Cthulhu

　　 It's like there is an invisible force that prevents the weed house from taking shape.

　　 This weird situation made Norman more and more puzzled.

　　 "Old sir, I think there are no people in some thatched cottages, so why don't you live there." After three consecutive failures, Norman couldn't find the reason, and he was already a little impatient.

　　 "He can't live in, the evil spirits inside are not allowed to enter." A cold voice came from not far away.

　　 Norman turned his head, and a girl in a dirty gray skirt walked out of a thatched cottage.

　　 One of her hands is firmly holding the thatched cottage, afraid to leave there.

　　 But her expression was unusually proud. She stood there like a princess.

　　 When I saw a person who was able to communicate normally, Norman's depression became much depressed in his heart.

　　 The gloomy environment, desperate face, gloomy sky, invisibly affect people's mood.

　　 "What happened here?" Norman asked.

"I don't know. One day, this grass was all around, and our house became like this." The girl shook her head, "What's your name, is it from outside? Did the Baron send someone? Come to save us?"

　　 Norman felt a little absurd for this reason.

　　 "My name is Norman, I don't know any baron, do you know how to get to Howling House?"

"I don't know, this is the Howling Wasteland. You'd better let you and Daddy Hank enter a thatched house within four hours, otherwise, you will be killed by that terrifying force." The girl didn't get herself. Satisfied with the answer, rolled his eyes.

　　 "Can I go to your house with him?" Norman asked.

　　 "The beauty you think about is not that I don't bother to take care of you if you have some ability." The girl showed disdain on her face.

　　 While she was talking, she subconsciously pushed her figure behind the door.

　　 "Boy, don't listen to that girl's nonsense, you and Hank come to me." A skinny man poked his head out, stretched out his skinny arm, and greeted Norman.

　　 Hank looked at the man with fear on his face.

　　 subconsciously, moving towards Norman.

　　 I thought that his leg was injured. With this movement, Hank was surprised to find that his leg was fine.

　　 He stood up tremblingly and looked at Norman in surprise, knowing that this boy had cured his leg.

　　 There was a little light in the originally desperate eyes.

　　 "Young man, take me out, okay, take me away, I don't want to stay here." Old Hank grabbed Norman's hand and pleaded.

　　 "You can't get out, all the people who leave here are dead, and the corpses will crawl back on their own!" The skinny man's voice unconsciously carried a kind of schadenfreude, and he looked up and down Norman "Good healthy body!"

　　 Norman was staring at him and got goose bumps.

　　 "Is it like you?" A hoarse woman's voice appeared.

　　 In one of the weed houses, a plump, meat-like woman walked out.

　　 But she is also very cautious, holding the door of the thatched house with her chubby hands, she can enter at any time.

　　 "What's wrong with me, at least I'm still alive, hehehe." The skinny man gave a weird smile.

　　 The thin man seemed to think of something proud, smiled happily, and showed his upper body inside.

　　 Under the man’s neck, there are all scarlet bones.

　　 The lively internal organs are beating among the dead bones, still exuding heat.

　　 Seeing this weird scene, Norman was just a child after all, and only felt his scalp numb.

　　 Fortunately, in the long-term confusion and fear, he has exercised his nerves to be extremely tough.

　　 In the first reaction, Norman shook off the old man's hand, like a puff of smoke, and kept a safe distance from him.

　　 "You are all rubbish!" It was another strange voice.

　　 Norman looked for the sound, a rough-faced man came out, his muscles were knotted, his beard and hair were stretched, and a pair of big copper bell eyes swept over four people.

　　 The four of them met his gaze, and they were silent.

　　 The big man rushed towards Norman, and then threw his fist towards Norman.

　　 Norman frowned, chanting a spell in his mouth.

　　 Countless gray and black vines entangled the big man, and instantly split it into several pieces.

　　 The dismembered corpse disappeared instantly, and the big man appeared in front of the thatched house again, clenched his fist, and groaned angrily at Norman.

　　 "Help me, please, you are so powerful, you will definitely help me, you go and wipe out the evil spirits in one of the thatched houses, I will not come out when I go in!" Old Hank's eyes flashed.

　　 Norman looked at the four people exposed from different thatched houses, plus Old Hank, and there was a strange feeling in his heart.

　　 These five seemingly ordinary people actually gave him a sense of crisis.

　　 The sympathy for Old Hank disappeared without a trace.

　　 Perceiving that something is wrong, Norman floats up suddenly and dashes in the direction he came.

　　 "You are a coward! A coward!" The big man screamed from behind.

　　 "Why, why?" Old Hank wailed.

　　 "Chuck, old Hank, come here, anyway, you're dying, why don't you try to get me cheap!" The fat woman's voice was filled with excitement.

　　 "It's a powerful force, but, but you will be mine soon!" The thin man's voice trembled, very excited.

　　 "Cut ~ idiot!" The girl's voice was disdainful.

　　 Five voices were heard clearly in Norman's ears, as if speaking in his ears.

　　 The silver chain appeared silently behind Norman.

　　 The toes point on the weeds, and the figure quickly dashes towards the distance.

　　 But soon, Norman stopped.

　　 A group of weed houses appeared just a hundred meters away from him~www.readwn.com~.

　　 In the clearing of the thatched house, lies a thin old man, who is not Hank.

　　 "Chuck, I knew you would come back!" Even at such a distance, the skinny man seemed to be able to see Norman.

　　 The voice even appeared in Norman's ear.

　　 This time, Norman took off directly, and he ran in the opposite direction of the thatched cottage.

　　 The magic power was consumed quickly, Norman did not hesitate to pour a bottle of magic potion.

　　 Only, ten minutes later, Ye Caoya appeared again not far from Norman.

　　 Clearly a second ago, there was still barren weeds there, and in the blink of an eye, it became more than 30 weed houses.

　　 "Little brother, don't run away, if you have time, you should find me a weed house!" Old Hank's voice sounded softly.

　　 Norman's mental power spread, and the surrounding grasses are like mud, absorbing all the spiritual power.

　　 Norman narrowed his eyes and looked at all this weirdness.

　　 Unconsciously, his hands clenched tightly.

　　 Suddenly, Norman's figure suddenly appeared beside Old Hank.

　　 Two silver chains bound him, and ignoring his exclamation, he threw it into a room.

　　 He only heard Hank yelling in panic, and then there was a clicking sound.

　　 "Let's eat, eat, eat..." Old Hank did not scream, his voice became very slow, as if he was about to fall asleep.

　　 Two minutes later, Old Hank poked his head out of the weed house.

　　 He raised his head and looked at Norman, because he was lying on the ground, his eyes squinted, as if basking in the sun: "Kid, this is wrong with you. Aren't you very soft-hearted just now? Why are you so cruel now!"

　　 After speaking, he kept gasping, as if exhausted.