Chapter 4: Dream of the deep sea city again

"Meow."
　　 Kemeng's mind once again heard the cat's cry.
　　 The big-faced cat looks dead, but in fact it is alive, but its mouth does not move when it meows.
　　 Kemeng looked at the white-haired cat who could not speak or make a fuss, and gave up playing with it.
　　 During the quarantine at home, Kemeng spent lunch and dinner in a contactless delivery method.
　　 After taking a shower at night, Kemeng asked Chen Momo’s Penguin: "Yes? Are you asleep?"
　　 "I haven't slept yet." Chen Momo's head is white paper with a little ink on it, and his screen name is Momo.
　　 Two seconds later, she said again: "Eating chicken?"
　　 Kemeng thought about it. I just don’t know how to ask questions euphemistically, so just ask when I play the game.
　　 "Eat!" Kemeng returned a word, concisely.
　　 After a while, Kemeng and Chen Momo played a gunfight and chicken-eating mobile game in a double row, flying in the game.
　　 He drove the car while chatting, and asked him the answer he wanted.
　　 Chen Momo and her mother are not sick and feel good.
　　 After eating two chickens with her sister, Chen Momo said in a soft voice: "Brother Amon, I'm going to rush homework."
　　 "Then you go and study hard." Kemeng glanced at the time. It was ten thirty in the evening.
　　 "Hmm."
Sister 　　 went offline, Kemeng also shut down the game, and logged in to station B to take a look at his new evaluation video.
　　 "[Out of the box evaluation] How does it feel to use a 20,000 camera?"
　　 play volume 23.
　　 Coin amount 2.
　　 Barrage 1.
　　The amount of collection is 0.
　　 After reading the bleak data, Kemeng sighed lightly.
　　As a small UP owner, it's normal for no one to see.
　　 "Forget it, it's something for self-entertainment anyway." Kemon looked away and quickly picked up his mentality.
　　 Turn off the computer, then put the big-faced cat in another house and lock it to prevent it from suddenly walking around at night.
　　 After doing all these things, Kemun went to sleep with his head buried.
　　 He slept very quickly, and his consciousness soon began to blur.
　　 In his dream, he heard the gurgling sea water flowing again.
　　 He once again dreamed of the giant octopus-head tentacled monster, returning to its body like a soul, swishing into its body.
　　 When he opened his eyes again, the green boulder city reflected in his eyes.
　　 The crazy seafood is still fighting, bumping, biting, flicking, and the fish eyes are red.
　　 Kemeng looked at this familiar perspective, the familiar green underwater city, and the familiar seafood fight scene, even a fool would understand.
　　 His body is connected to the Cthulhu in the game world. The condition for triggering the switch may be a dream, otherwise it is impossible to explain why the total number of sleeps has become total.
　　 "So, how many hours will I be in a daze now?"
　　 Kemeng looked at this unchanging giant city of Laley, and felt distressed for the next few hours.
　　 Secretly called the system, the system panel came out, and it was still the invincible ultimate BOSS data of the second week.
　　The negative state of the ancient god's seal is extremely eye-catching, and the body still can't move, so I can only open my eyes to see this boring underwater world.
　　As a second week boss, Mr. Ke doesn't know what he should do now.
　　 The game has just started, and when the player hits here, I don’t know how long it will be.
　　 Just like that, Kemon looked at the seabed in a daze.
　　 In order to entertain the boring time, He began to study what kind of marine creatures were.
　　 There are seven categories in biological classification: Boundary, Phylum, Class, Order, Families, Genus, and Species. Kemeng used that poor knowledge to slowly identify them one by one.
　　 After watching for a few hours, Mr. Ke found sadly that he didn't know how to classify marine life, and was blinded by the knowledge taught to him by his junior and high school biology teacher.
　　 Also at this time, a low mumbling sounded in Mr. Ke's ear, up and down, and his intonation changed from vague to gradually clear.
　　 "The great Cthulhu...the sleeping of Lalaiye...the old ruler!"
　　 It was a distant call. Someone was calling him and reciting a long string of names.
　　Ke always listened to the string of sounds, and was in a daze, as if crossing the distance of time and space, seeing the place of calling in the distance.
　　 is another poor and backward small mountain village.
　　 Different from the last time Mao Lian Ren Shan Village, this time it was a group of black robes wearing kobold masks.
　　 They surround an old dilapidated well. The magic circle around the well is painted with some kind of fluorescent material. The magic circle has eight candles on each octagonal corner, burning with weird green light.
　　 A group of people with dog-head masks are surrounding the well, like holding a bonfire party, orbiting the well, chanting the super long name of Cthulhu.
　　 This time it was a well, and last time it was a pool... Kemeng thought to himself, does the ritual of summoning himself require water.
　　 It was when Kemeng's heart was moving, all the black robes wearing dog head masks trembled all over, and immediately knelt on their knees, their foreheads slammed on the ground, their whole bodies trembled, and they did not dare to look up at the well, and their voice trembled:
"Great Cthulhu, we are villagers of Kobold Mountain Village. Recently, new adventurers frequently invaded our Kobold Mountain Village and snatched a hundred kobold women in front of us. Our village had no children. You are now a beautiful woman, and I beg you to come into the world and let the hateful adventurers extinct!"
　　 Kemeng raised his brows in his heart when he heard the kobold's complaint of blood and tears.
　　 This group of players is really interesting. How hungry and thirsty it is to take away the wife of other NPC.
　　 Or, is that a special task for the players?
　　 Kemeng looked at a small circle of Kobold Mountain Village with curious eyes. All the kobold masked people were wearing black robes and all fell to the ground. They couldn't tell who was a woman at all, and couldn't confirm how many women there are in Kobold Mountain Village. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
　　 Maybe as they say, there is no more girl.
　　The kobolds who fell on the ground trembled even more, they really felt the spiritual coercion of great horror sweep by, and their bodies were like an ice cellar.
　　 As if there are invisible tentacles penetrating the body, through the mask, reaching into the ear holes, nostrils, eyes and mouth.
　　 uncomfortable, too uncomfortable!
　　 Fortunately, the coercion was only swept away, and did not stay long, otherwise they would suffocate to death.
　　 Also at this time, one of the larger black-robed men began to squirm, holding a small basin in both hands, rubbing his head against the floor, kneeling on the ground with his legs, and walking forward alternately from left to right.
　　 Kemeng looked at the black-robed man holding the sacrifice with both hands, and the black-robed man trembled violently.
　　 It is precisely this kind of gaze, a white word of another world appeared on the head of the black robe, and the consciousness automatically recited the words of the different world into what Kemon can understand:
　　「Kobold priest」
　　 Is this an elite monster?
　　 Kemeng immediately cast his gaze to the basin in the opponent's hand. There was a small bag the size of a palm, round, and he didn't know what was inside.
　　 The kobold priest was suffocated at this moment, and his body trembled violently.
　　 Even so, he still knelt forward firmly.
　　 A few seconds later, the kobold priest knelt to the edge of the well, raised the small basin high, his forehead knocked on the floor and did not dare to raise his head, and shouted in a heart-piercing voice:
　　 "This is our little care."
　　 "Please accept the sacrifice of the servants."
　　 After that, the small basin fell into the well.
　　 Kemeng blinked his eyes, and the sacrificial place in the small mountain village disappeared. What he saw was the ceiling of his house.
　　 He returned to reality again.