Lovecraftian World, But I Spread Curses – Chapter 79

The Nun In The Comb

Chapter 79: The Nun In The Comb

It seems the nun’s appearance deeply stimulated Miss Zhao, to the point that Miss Zhao’s transformed appearance at this moment became even more deformed and twisted. Xin Junmao just glanced at it and felt deep fear again, but when he saw the being in the comb appear before him for the first time in its true form, his fear was quickly well suppressed.

“Nun?” Xin Junmao was very surprised. He had imagined the comb’s master might be a seductive long-haired beauty, or perhaps a gloomy and haggard witch, but he never imagined it would actually be a woman without hair.

Immediately, Xin Junmao recalled the 《Fish Transformation Miscellaneous Notes》 story he had read, and combining it with what Miss Zhao had said in anger earlier, he suddenly realized that the nun protecting him at this moment was the nun mentioned in the story who had once repelled the Gluttonous Daughter with profound magic power.

Xin Junmao’s spirit was invigorated. If it was this nun, perhaps there was a way to defeat the Gluttonous Daughter.

Miss Zhao emitted a piercing shriek, that sound as if it could pierce through space directly striking Xin Junmao’s soul. His consciousness and life wanted to detach from his body in that instant, throwing themselves into the embrace of Miss Zhao’s hideous and bizarre demonic body.

But at the moment Xin Junmao was embracing death, a warm and jade-like slender hand always managed to grab his shoulder at the first moment, sending his fragile and pitiful consciousness back to his lowly shell.

In the instant his consciousness returned to his body, Xin Junmao discovered he had already fallen to the ground, his face pressed against the fishy-smelling mucus and rotting flesh corpses everywhere.

It seems fear had once again stimulated his potential. He didn’t know where he got the strength from, and ignoring the filthy filth almost covering his entire body, he rushed out of Miss Zhao’s palace in one breath.

As Xin Junmao panicked and ran out of Miss Zhao’s bedroom, Miss Zhao emitted a intense wail and angry roar. Xin Junmao felt like he heard a sad woman accusing him, this heartless cad and big liar.

But Xin Junmao also had his reasons for having to escape, because she was a yandere, and It was also an evil creature that poisoned humans.

“Not right, not right…” Xin Junmao only wanted to escape from this place.

After running out of the bedroom, Xin Junmao turned into a resplendent royal palace corridor, but in Xin Junmao’s “eyes,” all the splendor was just a disguise of flesh and blood walls, all the exquisiteness was merely a cover for abhorrent filth. The famous paintings on the walls were blasphemous forbidden images, the golden candlesticks were twisted wriggling intestines, and the guard armors standing on both sides of the corridor were corrupted corpses.

Sticky, darkness, green oil, corrosive liquid and digestive matter everywhere, this was the digestive intestine of Miss Zhao’s body. This entire royal palace was an alternative manifestation of the interior of Miss Zhao’s body.

He was already in the monster’s belly; how could he escape alive?

Xin Junmao didn’t know either; he was just running, passing through one narrow blood-colored corridor after another. From time to time, that group lurking in the darkness of blood people monsters, and those incomplete humans who had long lost their reason and voluntarily became Miss Zhao’s meal on the plate, they pounced out from the darkness and corners that shouldn’t exist, viewing Xin Junmao as the greatest enemy, pursuing relentlessly, vowing not to rest until death.

Boom boom boom—

A wave of violent ocean surges and walls being pierced came from behind, the entire flesh and blood bedroom was trembling. A mass of white flesh interwoven with a bloody flood angrily broke through the wall, chasing after Xin Junmao.

Miss Zhao, who no longer showed any trace of beautiful appearance, had now completely turned into a ferocious unknown creature. Pus-filled blisters covered her body along with limbs of men and women intertwined, her body emitting strange roar during the charge. Miss Zhao, whose mouth structure was almost invisible, shouted at Xin Junmao running ahead: “Why are you leaving? Didn’t you already promise me? Go crazy for me like before!”

Xin Junmao’s heart was refusing. He absolutely did not want to become the executioner that Miss Zhao spoke of; he didn’t want to turn into a pervert like that female killer who jumped onto the tracks and committed suicide. Although he was not a qualified son, nor a capable man, with no work, no girlfriend, and not even a sound mind, he still wanted to refuse to fall.

Suddenly, large swathes of filthy blood chased up from both sides of Xin Junmao’s body, like formless red cloth covering down toward him.

At this time, the nun appeared beside him again, driving invisible power—like some kind of thought—easily dispersing the things around trying to stop and harm him. Miss Zhao was repelled again, her strangely flowing body annihilated in the invisible power.

After doing all this, the nun disappeared in place once more, returning to the comb in his pocket in a way Xin Junmao could not observe.

“You really only promised to protect, with no intention of helping me completely repel It?” Xin Junmao finally understood the behavior logic of the comb after going back and forth. The nun would only come out to protect him when sensing he was about to be harmed, and immediately withdraw the power after temporarily repelling the danger, not even giving a little discount.

Bang!

Just as Xin Junmao was puzzled and complaining in his heart, a violent explosion sound came from downstairs. The entire royal palace shook violently, the intense explosion wind shattered the glass and walls. Xin Junmao, running, was made to stumble by the invisible impact force and fell. After the shaking slightly subsided, he got up from the ground again to continue running, trying to find a way downstairs.

A spark of hope ignited in Xin Junmao’s heart. This explosion was definitely man-made; the best evidence was the gunpowder smell permeating the air. The Mysterious Group people had already rushed into the palace; they had come to save him—he hadn’t been abandoned!

After passing through several corridors, he finally saw a corridor leading downward, but the corridor entrance was blocked by a semi-transparent membrane. He tried to crash through the membrane, but found it had astonishing stickiness. He barely managed to escape luckily by shedding his jacket.

This path was blocked, so Xin Junmao could only seek another way.

“What a luxurious and grand palace.” After blasting open the stone gate and entering the palace, the Tiger Group members couldn’t help but exclaim upon seeing the scene inside the stone gate.

Li Yingqi was not attracted by the palace’s luxury for too long and said, “The time since those previous explorers disappeared in the hidden tunnel isn’t too long; I don’t know if there are any survivors now.”

“The primary task is still to explore the secrets of the Gluttonous Daughter. It and Evolution Paradise chose to establish the underground kingdom here; there must be some special reason,” He Jia’an emphasized.

Yu Lianyun touched her chilling nape, always feeling that this royal palace emanated a terrifying danger everywhere. Every inch of her skin was reminding her to be careful through trembling pores.

Noticing Yu Lianyun’s action, He Jia’an, accustomed to it, asked, “Did you sense something again?”

“There might be something there.” Yu Lianyun also knew this was her inspiration antenna activating again. She pointed in a direction and said.

Lovecraftian World, But I Spread Curses

Lovecraftian World, But I Spread Curses

克系世界,但我散播诅咒
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Status: Ongoing Author: Released: 2022 Native Language: Chinese
Humans in this world are too vulnerable; seeing a winged hound in a graveyard causes them to lose their reason, a mere glance at a statue of a tentacled bodhisattva in a crowd leads to endless nightmares and inability to eat or sleep, a fleeting glimpse of a black goat's hoof under the forest shade sends them into a panic... they are simply too vulnerable! People's joys and sorrows are not interconnected. They all seem to live in unease and fear, but Lin Ling only finds them noisy. "The best method to eliminate fear is to face it. This is a video tape full of blessings." Lin Ling handed a black video tape to the guest who suffered from dimensional power intrusions daily, and smiled, "If it's useful, don't forget a five-star good review." Setting up a small dwelling in the forest, the small dwelling sells various consecrated and blessed objects. The boss is actually a mental patient who has transmigrated. He never worries about someone giving his small shop a bad review. [Note 1] This might be a grand collision between Eastern Mysticism and Lovecraftian Power. [Note 2] The story is largely told from a unit perspective. [Note 3] The author is perfectly sane.

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