C21 — Strange Tales By The Lakeside
by UntamedSWarning;
Multiple mentions of vomit
Zhuo Yu didn’t expect this film to be so elaborate.
The book Marcus holds in his hand was called The Key of King Solomon, which was said to be the book of laws that summoned angels and demons after King Solomon of Israel was called upon to do so in the Middle Ages, but in reality, the book was compiled by warlocks, and the contents were unabashedly black magic.
The book encouraged ki-lling and sacrifice, so for the Church of the Fountain, the blo-od of priests was the best lure.
Zhuo Yu had once carefully studied The Key of King Solomon for a book of secret church murder cases; a bad feeling came to life: these people wouldn’t want…
“It’s midday now; time is running out; grab the formation.”
With a large wave of his hand, Marcus flipped to the contents of the spell and then took out the six bottles full of town objects he was carrying.
Inside were rusty nails, moldy food that had been eaten, dead insects, graveyard dirt, hair and nails soaked in urine, and rosemary mixed with salt and vinegar.
The smell of these things was very unpleasant, but Marcus solemnly handed them over to the worshippers, who didn’t mind the dirt at all, and began to smear the grass with these filths like a precise machine.
These were the materials used to make the “witch’s bottle” in traditional European voodoo culture, which could form a barrier-like protective field. In addition, with the magic formation of “The Key to King Solomon,” Zhuo Yu understood that these people needed to use religious power to protect themselves.
Drawing King Solomon’s phalanx would consume a lot of mental and spiritual energy for ordinary people. They may not even have had time to deal with Zhuo Yu and Asha, but they had to finish drawing the formation before dark.
A little bit of time passed, and Zhuo Yu’s feigned sleep almost turned into real sleep. He could feel that Liu Jingyun couldn’t sit still either and was slightly twisting her stiff body.
In order to pass this difficult scene, Zhuo Yu could only secretly observe the spell formation drawn by the Fountain Church member; the sun was gradually going west, and that huge pattern also finally revealed its original face.
Two adjacent concentric circles formed the edges, with a smaller concentric circle nested within. A circle of ciphertext was written in the gap between the two, and a hexagram symbolizing Solomon’s seal hung at the top.
In the middle of this circular formation, the pattern of an arm was circled within, and it extended its index finger, pointing to the east.
If Zhuo Yu remembered correctly, this was the “Third Moon Formation,” a defensive formation representing the Water Guardian in King Solomon’s Key that could withstand all damage and curses under the moonlight.
Did Mayor Marcus also know about the seven-day curse of the Golden Lake?
“On the fifth night, today will be the day of ‘breeding’!” Marcus looked to the sky and said, “The moon will soon return to its place, and it will bring us shelter!”
Oh no, this old undead thing really knew the inside story.
But Zhuo Yu wasn’t anxious at all because this huge spell formation circled him and Asha inside as well.
As the sky dimmed down and the congregants finally completed this spell formation, everyone was in a trance, as if they had been drained of their energy, and they were even a little unsteady in standing, but their spirits were exuberant to the extreme.
“Every member present, you will represent your clan and receive this supreme honor.” Marcus’ voice was loud, clear, and firm as it reached every member’s ears. “Here, you receive a trial from the gods, and if you succeed, then you will enjoy an eternal and endless life, just like me.”
“If we fail? We can never fail!”
Marcus was quite confident because he had encountered the Seven Day Curse fifty years ago, and in all those years, he had figured out a way to deal with it, and that was to fight fire with fire, using King Solomon’s black magic to counteract the Inca Curse of the Golden Lake.
As long as they stayed in the spell until dawn, this hurdle would naturally pass.
The Golden Lake had already sensed that there was a pagan phalanx in this land, and this was an unquestionable provocation to it, not to mention that the people coming were a bunch of scum who wanted to possess the resources and claim the Golden Lake as their own the most.
The slanting sun completely hid behind the mountains, and in its place was the foggy hunting moon, which was like an eyeball staring at a deadly game, coming to judge who was the final winner.
“Time is up; release the objects!”
The six bottles were refilled with holy water, mixed with the priest’s blo-od, and placed on the six corners of the hexagram, and instantly, the moonlight was drawn over the spell, and the three concentric circles launched themselves into a bright silver light without fail.
Marcus seemed to be deterred by the solemn color, and he took an involuntary step back.
The lake water also boiled up at that moment, and countless Yin corpses turned their bellies over, wanting to taste the flavor of blo-od once more.
Only today’s they had important things to do.
For the humans who had once lobbied the gods and wanted them to become part of the tribe, this was the seeding of ideas. However, the corpses weren’t capable of such thinking, so they just wanted to turn humans into “their own.”.
This night was the night of the cadaver’s multiplication.
As Zhuo Yu thought, the corpses had already been soaked up to the level of giant corpses; they had long lost the ability to reproduce human beings, but after being cursed by the Golden Lake, they had become another kind of strange life form.
It was only natural that the fifth night, symbolized by the “sowing of the seed,” would be an eye-opener for the faithful.
[Actor Mu Ying is dead.] [Died of total transformation.]
The system’s voice was a reminder, and the corpses went berserk, scrambling to the shore. Witnessing such a supernatural scene, all the believers were scared and wanted to escape back into the cars.
But Marcus’s angry shout calmed them down.
The Yin corpses swooped down to the shore, but they couldn’t get a step closer to the phalanx; it was as if they had hit a glass shield.
The pale moonlight flowed on the concentric circles, forming a hidden semi-circular cover. The Yin corpses bared their teeth and tried to squeeze in, causing some of their internal organs to fall out. However, the Yin corpses completely ignored it; like hunting dogs smelling prey, they screamed as they tried to squeeze into the circle.
“Well, no need to worry.” Marcus smiled coldly. “Next, it’s time to execute the Guardian in front of the Golden Lake.”
At the other end of the forest, Zhou Wu, who had taken advantage of the chaos to escape yesterday, stiffened.
He heard the system’s death broadcast.
Mu Ying’s hand was really cold.
“Ho ho…” Mu Ying’s eyes went completely cloudy, gurgling as if she were some deep-sea species. She opened her mouth, and the watery liquid mixed with algae flowed out of her mouth, after which she looked fixedly at Zhou Wu.
In those eyes, it was as if she saw a supreme meal.
“No, don’t come over!” Zhou Wu immediately let go of his hand and picked up a stone to smash it on Mu Ying’s head, but Mu Ying moved even faster as she slammed headlong into Zhou Wu, and he flew into the trunk of the tree with the stone and the person.
“Cough, Mu Ying, wake up, it’s me!” Zhou Wu was just about to struggle to get up when Mu Ying pounced on him again.
The pair of cold hands clamped Zhou Wu’s head like a vice. Mu Ying forced his mouth open, and then, with a “vomit” sound, a torrent of water spurted out of her mouth, mixing the gastric juice and the water of the lake, and then it washed into Zhou Wu’s mouth.
“Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn ！！！！”
Zhou Wu only felt a large amount of liquid rushing through his throat and coming to his stomach in a rush. He was fearful and nauseous, but he couldn’t break free from the brute force of the Yin corpse.
Soon, his stomach rose up like a laboring woman.
Mu Ying let go of him, as there was no need to hold on to her kind any longer.
Zhou Wu tried to crawl up, but because his abdomen was too heavy, he fell to the ground with an unsteady weight, and severe pain came from his stomach. The water he drank in was like sulfuric acid with corrosive burning pain.
A desire to vomit came, and Zhou Wu held on to the trunk of the tree, opened his mouth, and also sprayed out like Mu Ying.
However, what he vomited out wasn’t water, but red blo-od and pieces of internal organs.
Mu Ying twisted and crawled on the ground, licking up Zhou Wu’s blo-od with excitement.
[Actor Zhou Wu is dead.] [Died of complete transformation.]
[Monster Update: Yin corpses can’t help but feel lonely even after living at the bottom of a lake for a long time, so they have an amazing way of spreading. If they want a human to slowly experience the joy of transformation, then they simply use their saliva to carry out a slow infection that can turn a human into a Yin Corpse in about five days. If it’s the night of breeding, the Yin corpses will use their stomach fluids to quickly transform their prey, except that the process is so painful that probably no human would want to try it.]
Zhuo Yu received the final death broadcast, and so far, all the cast members have perished here except for him and Liu Jingyun.
Mayor Marcus held the holy urn, filled with holy water. He held the bottom of the urn with some trepidation and watched as the holy water that spilled out of the rim fell drop by drop onto the grass.
“Golden Lake, recognize your true name; only the strong deserve the Fountain of Youth; witness the sacrifice I offer.”
Marcus looked at the nightmare that had haunted him for fifty years.
The crocodile-headed monster.
He leaned forward with his hands and violently splashed the highly concentrated holy water across the room.
“Hahahahaha! I finally did it!” Marcus threw away the holy urn, hissed, and laughed maniacally in a venting manner, as if he wanted to splash out these fifty years of humiliation along with the holy water.
But ……
“What are you rejoicing about?”
The boss ripped away the rope with one hand, simply fearless of the holy water; the urn of liquid was merely washing away the dust on his mask.
Marcus’s smile froze, and he, like the dead exorcists, had an unsettling doubt.
This monster—was it a human?
“Your movements are really slow; waiting for you made my body sore.” Zhuo Yu also smiled at Marcus at the right time and said, “Little Liu, it’s your turn.”
Liu Jingyun stood up right after him, and with a speed that all the devotees couldn’t stop in time, she kicked away the rusty iron nails and filth that made up the concentric circles. The pattern was destroyed, and half of the entire formation was instantly destroyed.
The roar of the Yin corpses had never been clearer. A large number of arms rushed into the formation, like playing a game of catching goldfish, pulling the frightened believers out of the boundary range. In front of Marcus, they forced their mouths open and sprayed □ □ into their throats.
All around were the screams and vomiting sounds of humans, as well as the strange howls of the Yin corpses, who were excited to the extreme.
The emerald green grass was covered with splashes of blo-od; the rusty smell of blo-od, the stench of the spell formation, and the smell of the lake spat out by the Yin corpses made this Golden Lake embankment like an inferno on earth, and the worshippers who were in extreme pain struggled and rolled all over the ground.
Soon, they stopped struggling and turned into brand new corpses, waving their arms and trying to pounce into the formation to tear into the remaining living people.
Marcus looked at the scene in front of him. With fifty years of hard work undone, he was completely mad.
Unwilling to see the miscreant human any longer, the boss lifted his axe and struck him down.
But something unexpected happened.
Marcus removed his robes and violently jumped into the golden lake.
TN:
Tomorrow, yah?
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