kingnovel Chapter 762: Kesu Hidden in the Mist Moon
Chapter 762: Kesu Hidden in the Mist Moon
The fluorescent light in the interrogation room flickered twice again, casting a flickering shadow on Chen Lu's face.
Zuo Qing gripped his phone so tightly that it hurt. Lin Qiye’s message about “Chen Gou’s sudden change” was still burned on the screen.
He stared at Chen Lu's wrists, which were red from the handcuffs, and suddenly noticed black mud between his fingernails - as if he had just dug something out of the ground.
"Cthulhu?" Zuo Qing tugged at his tie, and the air-conditioning blew into his collar.
"The Demon-Suppressing Scroll says they were sunk to the bottom of the sea, so how did they get to the moon?"
Chen Lu suddenly laughed, blood foam dripping down his chin onto his prison uniform. "Captain Zuo, do you think the moon is a lantern hanging in the sky?
On the fifteenth of last month, I was casting a net on the beach. Suddenly, a crack appeared in the clouds, and the shadow of the moon... looked like a skinned whale, floating in the fog.
He leaned forward, and the handcuff chains rattled.
"Those eyes were looking down at the ground. I followed their gaze and saw a blue light coming out of the pit at the east end of the village. Chen Yangrong said it was a guide light, leading them down."
Zuo Qing's temple was throbbing.
He recalled the death of Chen Yangrong's men in the forensic report this morning: their eyeballs were dug out and arranged in a star shape, and their mouths were stuffed with thorny water plants.
"You said Cthulhu is on the moon, so why didn't the satellite photos of the moon capture it?"
"Satellite?" Chen Lu sneered, black mud falling from between his fingers.
"Last month, Michael's team went to the far side of the moon to detect radiation anomalies."
"Guess what they brought back?" he suddenly lowered his voice.
"My cousin was repairing equipment at the space agency and saw a leak in their cargo box. It was full of stones, just like the spell stone at the east end of the village."
Zuo Qing got goose bumps on the back of his neck again.
Michael is the most mysterious special forces of the Demon Suppression Division, specializing in handling "extraordinary" tasks. The last time they appeared in the archives was the Tianchi incident in Changbai Mountain three years ago.
He took out his cigarette case and was about to smoke when he remembered that smoking was prohibited in the interrogation room, and his fingers tapped the edge of the table.
"Chen Lu," he stared at the other's red eyes.
"You said the fog was created by Cthulhu?"
"The fog is their breath." Chen Lu's voice suddenly trembled, as if something was strangling his throat.
"I dreamed that those mouths opened and closed in the clouds, and with every breath, a fog appeared on the ground.
Grandma Wang, who died last month, said before she died that there were hands in the fog touching her face - they were picking out sacrifices.
The door of the monitoring room was pushed open with a creaky sound, and intern Xiao Zhou poked half of his head in: "Captain Zuo, the backup power supply of the fishing village is also cut off.
The technical team said... something seemed to be blocking the signal."
Zuo Qing put out the unlit cigarette, and the tobacco fell onto the table.
He remembered the location Lin Qiye had sent him. Chen Gou was running towards the east end of the village, and the east end of the village was exactly where Chen Lu said the curse stone was buried.
His phone vibrated again in his pocket. He took it out and saw a new message from Lin Qiye: [Wu Hen has arrived and can hold on for half an hour.]
"Left Team?" Xiao Zhou poked his arm.
Zuo Qing put his phone back in his pocket and stared at the bloodstains on Chen Lu's prison uniform. "You said Chen Yangrong wanted to lure Cthulhu down. What's his plan?"
"Eternal life." Chen Lu suddenly straightened up, his eyes piercing like nails.
"Those stones can absorb their power. After Chen Yangrong drank wine mixed with stone powder, the age spots on his face disappeared.
He said that when they came down, the believers would be able to live ten lifetimes—"He suddenly coughed violently, and blood foam splashed on the iron bars,"
But he didn't know that whoever those eyes looked at for too long would become...a maggot in their mouths."
The lights in the interrogation room went out completely.
Chen Lu's laughter came from the darkness, carrying a wet smell of blood: "Captain Zuo, guess who the eyes on the moon are looking at now?"
Zuo Qing pressed the call button in the dark, and a beam of white light came through the emergency light in the corridor.
He saw Chen Lu's shadow twisted into a strange shape on the wall, as if it had several more arms and mouths.
The phone vibrated again. This time, it was Lin Qiye's location sharing: [There's a living creature in the pit at the east end of the village.]
"Xiao Zhou," Zuo Qing tugged at his wrinkled shirt.
"Transfer Chen Lu to the underground isolation room, and have Lao Wu take two team members with me to the fishing village."
He walked to the door and turned back, and saw Chen Lu blinking his red eyes in the darkness, like two small lights.
"Also, contact Michael's team and ask them where the rocks they brought back from the moon are."
The footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away.
Chen Lu curled up in the corner, staring at the darkening sky outside the iron bars.
He heard something wriggling in the clouds, like countless snakes entangled together, making tiny, hungry hisses.
The moon slowly climbed up the sky, a little cold light leaked through the gaps in the clouds, shining on the black mud between his fingernails.
He had secretly dug it out from a pit at the east end of the village this morning, and it still had the residual warmth of the spell stone.
“Almost.” He grinned at the moon, blood foam forming scabs at the corners of his mouth. “They’re waking up.”
At this moment in the fishing village, Lin Qiye stood by the pit, the blood pattern on the demon-slaying sword was dazzling red.
The spell stones in the pit were glowing like countless eyes.
Wu Hen squatted beside him, holding a piece of grass in his mouth, the short blade in his hand dripping with blood.
It was freshly cut out from the back of Chen Gou's neck. It was sticky and had a fishy smell of rotting sea water.
"Brother Qiye," Wu Hen picked up a piece of minced meat with the tip of his knife.
"This thing looks like an octopus brain, but Chen Gou drank Dabaili with me last month."
Lin Qiye stared into the depths of the pit.
There was something moving there, not a living thing, but... some kind of wriggling shadow, like a giant heart wrapped in fog, beating back and forth, making people feel uneasy.
"Get ready." He gripped the hilt of the knife. "The moon is about to be full."
One by one, one by one, one by one
Wu Hen rubbed the short blade against his trouser leg, and the scraps of flesh stuck to the fabric and pulled out threads: "Brother Qiye, do you think there is a giant octopus hidden at the bottom of this pit?
The last time I fought the Kraken in the South China Sea, its tentacles whipped my ribs so hard—" He suddenly shut up, and a blade of grass slid from the corner of his mouth.
The spell stone in the pit suddenly burst out with a dazzling blue light, as if someone had pressed a switch.
Lin Qiye's demon-slaying sword vibrated and hummed, bloodstains on the blade crawled down his arm into his blood vessels, burning his skin red.
Wu Hen's short blade was also getting hot. He cursed and smashed the scabbard to the ground with his backhand. Sparks splashed into the mist, making a "sizzling" sound like hot oil dripping into it.
"Here I come." Lin Qiye's voice was as deep as if a piece of iron was pressing down on it.
The fog began to roll in.
It's not just an ordinary flow, it's a life-like distortion.
First it gathered into a spiral, then translucent tentacles extended from it, with mucus hanging on the tips, glowing bluish-gray in the moonlight.
Wu Hen picked up the short blade and rushed forward. The blade chopped into the tentacles but it was like chopping into mud. Mucus seeped out along the gap between the blades, corroding the metal so that white smoke sizzled.
"Hold!
This thing is slipperier than the skin of a siren! "He stepped back, swinging his knife, and the soles of his boots dug deep grooves in the mud.
"Brother Qiye, isn't your knife designed to cut down evil spirits?"
Lin Qiye didn't answer.
He stared at the end of the tentacle—where a mouth had grown out of nowhere.
Bubble-like sobs rolled out of the barbed throat, which sounded very much like Chen Lu's laughter during the interrogation.
The demon-slaying sword suddenly burst out with a dazzling red light.
He spun around and chopped down. The moment the blade tore through the tentacles, sweet and fishy blood foam exploded in the mist, mixed with the stench of rotten fish and went straight into people's noses.
"Those aren't tentacles." Lin Qiye wiped the blood foam from his face and pointed his knife at the pit. "It's their... saliva."
A muffled sound came from deep in the pit, as if something huge was turning over.
Wu Hen took out the talisman paper from his waist. The yellow paper shone faintly in the mist. "Does the evil-repelling talisman that old man taught me work?"
"Burn it." Lin Qiye kicked a spell stone away. The stone hit the earth wall and cracked, revealing the gray worms wriggling inside.
"Their power lies in the spell. The talisman can't suppress it, but it can delay it."
Wu Hen's lighter made a "click" sound, and the talisman paper burst into a faint blue flame.
In the firelight, the fog suddenly solidified into a solid entity - a hunched figure, with skin the pale color of a dead fish and eyeballs bulging out of their sockets. It was Chen Gou.
But at this moment, there was a bloody wound on the back of his neck, and a piece of flesh like an octopus tentacle came out from it, entangled around the old locust tree next to him, and the bark fell down.
"Chen Gou?" Wu Hen's voice lowered, and the short blade spun in his palm.
"Last month, you even tried to steal the last half bottle of Dabaili from me...Okay, you owe me a drink."
He rushed forward faster than the wind. The moment the short blade pierced Chen Gou's heart, the corpse suddenly opened its mouth.
It was not a human mouth, but countless small mouths stacked together, each lip had barbs, biting towards Wu Hen's wrist.
Lin Qiye's demon-slaying sword chopped down in time, and the blade light tore through the mist.
Chen Gou's upper body broke off with a sound, but there was no blood at the broken part, only gray-white mucus gushing out, which corroded the ground and left charred marks.
"Brother Qiye!" Wu Hen suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled him back.
Just as the two of them dodged, a mud pillar more than one person high exploded from the pit behind them.
Inside was a tentacle thicker than a truck, and its surface was covered with eyeballs, each of which was turning to look at them.
Lin Qiye's demon-slaying sword suddenly trembled violently.
His palms were cracked with blood and he could barely hold the knife - this was no ordinary evil spirit, it was an existence that could even slay demon swords in fear.
"The moon is full." Wu Hen panted and stared at the sky.
The silver-plate moon was wrapped in fog, with a strange purple hue around its edges.
"That old fellow Chen Lu wasn't lying. Those eyes... were really watching us."
The eyeballs at the top of the tentacles suddenly contracted at the same time.
A white light flashed before Lin Qiye's eyes. When he opened his eyes again, there were countless figures in the fog - they were villagers from the fishing village.
Grandma Wang's shroud was soaked with slime, and Chen Yangrong's suit was torn into strips, revealing the squirming gray flesh underneath.
There is also Aqiang, who just got married last month. In his arms, the person he is holding is not his bride, but the leader with countless tumors on his arms.
"They all became... bait." Lin Qiye gritted his teeth and raised the knife, blood dripping down his chin onto the blade.
"Show us in."
Wu Hen suddenly smiled, put the short blade back into his waist, and pulled out an iron rod from his back - it was wrapped with red rope and engraved with runes of the Demon Suppression Division. "Brother Qiye, do you remember?"
"Last time at the mass grave, the old captain said that to deal with this kind of thing, you have to use the most brutal methods."
He swung the iron rod and hit the nearest "Grandma Wang". The dull sound of the iron rod hitting bones mixed with the sound of slime splashing.
"What Cthulhu, what eye in the moon? I'm going to hit you with one stick, and it doesn't matter if you're a god or a ghost, you'll have to lie down!"
The corners of Lin Qiye's mouth also curled up.
He gripped the Demon Slayer Sword tightly, and blood streaks crawled along the blade into the mist like a burning red snake. "Wu Hen, three on the left, I'll take the right."
"Alright!" Wu Hen's iron rod made a whistling sound and hit Chen Yangrong's head, splattering rotten flesh and brain matter all over his face.
"Brother Qiye, look, this old guy's brain is all gray—tsk, even more disgusting than Aunt Li's rotten pickles at the village end!"
The roars in the fog grew louder, but the two men's laughter was brighter than that.
Lin Qiye's sword light tore through the layers of fog, and Wu Hen's iron rod smashed the tentacles.
Blood and mud mixed together under the moonlight, forming a bloody path under the feet of the two men.
The pulsation in the depths of the pit was getting faster and faster, as if something was about to break out, but their knives and sticks were faster and more fierce than the pulsation.
"Brother Qiye!" Wu Hen kicked "Aqiang" who was rushing towards him away, and stabbed the iron rod into the tumor and twisted it twice.
"Do you think we can go have a bowl of hot fish noodles when the sun comes up?"
Lin Qiye chopped off the last tentacle, and the demon-slaying knife plunged into the pit, vibrating the spellstone and making it hum. "Okay, I'll treat you."
He wiped the blood off his face and looked up at the moon—the eyes were still there, but they were dimmer than before.
"Once we chop all this up, we'll have ten bowls."
Suddenly, a muffled roar came from the pit, as if some existence was enraged.
Wu Hen picked up the iron rod and was about to rush forward again, but was stopped by Lin Qiye.
He followed Lin Qiye's gaze and looked over - the spell stone in the center of the pit was melting, turning into a grayish-white liquid, gathering into a vortex, in which he could vaguely see... countless mouths.
"Retreat." Lin Qiye's voice was as heavy as a piece of iron.
“This is not something that can be solved right now.”
"What?" Wu Hen's eyes widened.
"We've already cut so much, are we just going to run away like this?"
"Left Team has contacted Michael." Lin Qiye pulled out his phone. On the screen was a message from Zuo Qing: [Michael will be here in 20 minutes.] He pulled Wu Hen back and ran.
"Run faster, so you can have two more bowls of fish noodles later."
Wu Hen followed, cursing, but the corners of his mouth were raised high.
As the two figures disappeared in the fog, the vortex in the pit suddenly spewed out a gray fog that soared into the sky, wrapped in countless tentacles and rushed straight towards the moon.
The shadow on the moon seemed to move as well, like a giant whale that was awakened and slowly opened its eyes.
The surveillance screen in the interrogation room suddenly exploded.
Zuo Qing stared at the dark screen and heard the noises from the fishing village coming from the headphones - the muffled sound of a knife chopping meat, the crisp sound of an iron rod hitting bones, and the laughter and scolding of two men.
He took out a cigarette and lit it. In the smoke, the alarm in Chen Lu's isolation room suddenly sounded.
"Left Team!" The guard's cry came over the intercom, "Chen Lu's shadow...the shadow has grown to the wall!
And a mouth!
So much talk! "
Zuo Qing crushed the cigarette on the table, took out his gun and ran away.
He heard the ceiling above him making a noise, as if something was crashing;
I heard the fog roaring outside the window, as if something was crawling;
But he ran faster because he knew——
Lin Qiye and Wu Hen over there were still running, still laughing, and still chopping.
Their knives, their sticks, their blood, and their laughter are the sharpest knives of the Demon Suppression Division.