"Praise the Night of Fright."

   The mutilated residents gathered in a corner of the square to pray for the coming dawn.

   Luli and the Swamp Mother who went to Onyx Lake came to them.

"What are you doing?"

   They replied, "Ms. Clair taught us to be grateful for the food. The Thriller Night gave us courage, and we sincerely appreciate it."

   "Be careful not to have faith."

   "We'll pay attention, Swamp Mother."

   These residents replied respectfully. They are all dying or going mad, cultivated as potential believers, and will be converted into believers when the pollution and disease are irreversible.

  Aside from the ironic reasons, Horror Night does bring something that Luli and the Land of Light can never bring, which is not real-confidence.

Think about it, in the dark age where humans can only run away in the face of weirdness, only exorcists trained by exorcists and those with weird abilities dare to raise weapons against weirdness, but all of them have personally killed one or more of them. Only weird, the belief in breaking the invisible shackles is more important than all together.

   More importantly, people will not underestimate the enemy.

   Even the residents who boasted that "I will kill a dozen monsters with an ax casually" will not become reckless when they see the monsters. Confidence is what keeps them from throwing away their weapons and running away or tripping over strange things, crawling away from weirdness or huddling in a corner with a blank head in fear, but thinking when they encounter them.

   "Praise the Night of Fright."

  Cryer, who realized the benefits of Night Fright, followed in a low voice.

   But don't come again.

   Next time it won't be so weird to satisfy the remaining nine-tenths.

   This also reminded Lu Li that the rituals of the evil spirits are strange and strange, and the population of the land of light should be controlled before most evil spirits are dealt with.

  The **** of the deep sea cannot be exposed. It has more enemies than friends. Those who want to hunt down the ancients can be discharged from the land of light to Broken Mountain Island.

   And the **** of the deep sea is smart, but only a little bit smarter.

   Saying this is not to humiliate the **** of the deep sea, but she is indeed not as smart as Purseus, and she did not give birth to the self. The larvae of the **** of the deep sea were raised in the temple at the bottom of the lake, absorbing human nature and strengthening their spirituality.

   Came to the shore of Onyx Lake, which reflected Anne's shimmering light. The twisted cultists wandering here released their power, and the lake water split, revealing a cobblestone path leading to the bottom of the lake.

  Annie's glow gently sprinkled, and the water curtain beside the path swayed with water plants and fluorescent plants, but only the monotonous twisted believers were swimming.

   Danshui fish is as hard to find as hope.

  The shattered halo spilled into the bottom of the lake, and Lu Li and the Swamp Mother entered the abandoned temple at the bottom of the lake.

  This temple, which was abandoned when the Twisted Shadow moved to the bay, is now the hatching place of the **** of the deep sea.

   "She's sleeping."

   The twisted shadows that accompany here whisper, the young aquatic creature floats and sleeps in a transparent fish tank.

   "How long will it take to wake up?"

   "Soon, but after absorbing humanity she will fall asleep again."

   "The old do not die, but fall into eternal sleep"

   Before that, Lu Li was noncommittal about this sentence, because there was an ancient Prada who was annihilated by the outer **** in the depths of the starry sky.

   But the **** of the deep is alive and awakened from his eternal sleep. …

   I just don’t know if the **** of the deep sea will wake up, or will a new consciousness be born?

   Sounds like it would be nice to cultivate ancients who belong to the Land of Light, but the Land of Light can't wait that long.

   The vast knowledge of the Old One is equally important, and she is a natural ally.

  In any case, the new birth of the **** of the deep sea brings good news and reminds them: Be cautious.

   The eternal sleep of the **** of the deep sea is near, the survivors of the fall of the late night city are still there, and the destruction of the Lennon Islands is also witnessed. The Land of Light is as fragile as a newborn, they must be careful, the news is unreasonable, there is no reason, and a sudden disaster destroys the Land of Light.

  Lu Li looked at the dark shadows in the dark corner of the temple, and they whispered prayers: "What are they doing?"

   "They were followers of the God of the Deep Sea, and I will return them to the God of the Deep Sea."

   The gods of the deep sea are seeds, and so are they.

  The Mother of Luli and the Swamp, the Twisted Shadow left the temple where the **** of the deep sea slept. The lake water was tinged with orange-red, because the early sun was rising from the hole.

  Annie's glow dissipated in the morning light, casting shadows on the back of the mountain.

   "The rainy season is almost over."

  The Swamp Mother looked at the fluffy flakes on the edge of the dark clouds that had not yet enshrouded the Land of Light.

  No surprise, this will be the last rain. The days will gradually get colder, dropping into the single digits in October.

  Eccentric residents are not afraid of the cold, but it is difficult for human residents to survive the winter with thin shacks.

   They are stocking up and relocating for the coming winter.

   The shacks in the residential area are still silent, and people who have been tired all night are sleeping soundly. But some residents are busy.

  The hospital, which has been built nearly two months ago, finally welcomed a large number of patients. The wards were overcrowded, and they had to lie in the corridors, and even let the patients take care of themselves due to lack of manpower.

   "The seriously injured 76 people will be converted into cultists," said the Swamp Mother.

   Minor injuries will gradually recover under the vitality radiated by Annie.

   Continue to the slaughterhouse. Banyan tree guards take root here, absorbing nutrients and at the same time solving the hatred that breeds from corpses.

  Workers are busy, taking the time to process, cut the meat, and send it to the food processing factory to be canned.

   The less polluted ones are stored and consumed by humans, the more polluted ones are simply packaged and sold to old sewers. Merchant Anthony has set up a shop at Midnight City Terminal with the help of Worm and Steam Profile, the Church of the Nuns.

   At present, it mainly sells sunshine boxes and cans that are constantly on the shelves.

  The former is expensive and not weird, but the latter is well-received - weird people who are used to raw food love this kind of food soaked in flavor soup, except that the portion is too small.

  The Swamp Mother is planning to lower the price of the Sunshine Box, or selectively give it to a potential ally who can be an ally - she sees the weirdness as a feud between states, dukes, and fiefs during the Duchy of St. Mark.

   After all, the old sewers were indeed shrouded in order.

  Looking around at the status quo of the land of light, Lu Li was about to set off again.

   Head to the Slayer's Guild headquarters in the former Kanria Empire.

   "You changed your mind?"

   "Silent time is just a drop in, and I will no longer have priority when I return to the land of light."

   And the quiet time that once almost wiped out human beings is no longer a threat to the surviving human beings, just like the shadow of the thief of fire, and now the stealer of light.

   Next, Lu Li will investigate the truth of "Dream Demon" and explore the original dark source on the other side of the Back Crest Mountains in the world.

  The latter made humans trapped in Mount Sugard, unable to extend to the Ellen Peninsula.

  The former is about the truth about the world being invaded by weirdness.

   "I have a hunch..."

  Lu Li seemed to foresee some kind of result.

   "We are not far from the answer."