Violent Swordsman in the Fast-Travel World

The five people looked as if they had seen a ghost. Was Miss Xia mentally ill or was she taking drugs?

What Lord of Dreams, Lord of R'lyeh, Lord of Cthulhu, and they also said they were sacrifices, it's nonsense.

As soon as Si Yuanchen saw the expressions of the crowd, he knew that they didn't believe him, and looked at them unhappily: "Whether it's true or not, can't you just ask the housekeeper outside?"

Xi Bin thought for a while. What the two said was very strange and he didn't believe it. However, the painting did appear in the collection room, and the only person who could access the key was the housekeeper, besides himself. No matter what, he had to call Lao Zhao in first.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Xi Bin called the butler in for questioning.

"Old Zhao, I remember never buying this painting, but it suddenly appeared here. What's going on?"

The butler looked up at his master with a strange smile on his face. He didn't answer, but tilted his head to look at the painting hanging on the wall. There was a fanatical spark in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were getting wider and wider.

Seeing the housekeeper's strange reaction, the five people couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts. They had a bad premonition. Could it be that what Miss Xia said was true?

"You summoned Cthulhu? Do you want to destroy this world?" Shen Yuanfeng walked up to the butler and suddenly asked.

The housekeeper glared at Shen Yuanfeng fiercely and screamed angrily: "How dare you call the name of the ancient god like that? You are disrespectful to my master! It is such an honor to be the sacrifice for my master to come to this world and to hear my master's whispers."

"How much I want to be greeted by my Lord, but you don't cherish it. You are not worthy. You are not worthy of being greeted by my Lord. You can only be food for the family."

The butler had no intention of hiding it, he had already achieved his goal. Even if they found out, it would be too late, the ceremony had already started.

The butler's confession made several people extremely anxious. He was really being used as a sacrifice.

"Why, Lao Zhao, you have been in my house for more than ten years, and I have always treated you well. Why do you do this?" Xi Bin grabbed the housekeeper's collar in grief.

He was about to collapse. After more than ten years of living together, he really treated Lao Zhao as a family member. But now he could see no warmth in the other's eyes. All he saw was disregard for dead objects. Instead, he was angry towards Miss Xia.

The butler pretended not to hear and paid no attention. He just stared at the painting as if he was worshiping the god in his heart.

"It's useless. It's useless no matter what you say to him. He is a fanatical believer of Cthulhu and only has his ancient god in his heart. Burn the painting first." Shen Yuanfeng shook her head at Xi Bin in her heart. It was impossible to make a fanatical believer repent.

Fanatical believers only have their God in their hearts. For God, they can sacrifice everything. They don’t care about friends, parents, wives, and are even willing to sacrifice their own lives at any time.

Besides, the other party's purpose in approaching Xi Bin was not pure from the beginning, so how could he possibly have true feelings for her?

"Yes, yes, let's burn the painting quickly." The other four people nodded repeatedly. They didn't feel sorry for Liu Ruopeng at all. Saving his life was the most important thing.

Taking advantage of the immediate advantage, Liu Ruopeng reached out and took down the painting, and Shen Yuanfeng had no time to stop him.

"Ah, ah..." Liu Ruopeng screamed miserably. His hands, which touched the portrait, began to mutate first, as if stretching and twisting. Then his body began to swell, his eyeballs bulged out, and his face became infinitely distorted.

"Get out quickly!" Shen Yuanfeng's face changed in shock. He pulled Lan Caidie with one hand and Si Yuanchen with the other.

Lan Caidie had already turned pale and was trembling all over, completely obeying Shen Yuanfeng's words.

Du Jiahua and Song Haiying were so frightened by Liu Ruopeng's horrible appearance that they ran away without thinking when they heard him call out.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Xi Bin wanted to pull the butler away, but the butler dragged him excitedly. He wanted to use the lives of both of them to sacrifice to the ancient gods.

Lan Caidie saw Xi Bin being dragged and wanted to rescue him.

Shen Yuanfeng pushed her forward, turned around and kicked the housekeeper away, grabbed Xi Bin's collar and ran to the door.

When everyone ran out of the room and came to the corridor, there was a "bang" and a little blood and flesh splattered at the door.

Lan Caidie fell to the ground and burst into tears.

"What happened? Why did Liu Ruopeng suddenly become like that?" Song Haiying grabbed her hair tightly. First, her worldview was refreshed, and then she witnessed a horrifying accident. A life was lost, and she almost lost her life as well.

"The painting had the spiritual imprint of the Cthulhu clan on it, and Liu Ruopeng, an ordinary person, touched it directly. Wouldn't the spiritual fluctuations have entered his body? But he simply couldn't bear it, and that's how he became like this," Si Yuanchen explained coldly.

"If you want to save your lives, just listen to me and Feng'er. Don't act rashly and cause more trouble, otherwise we won't care about you."

If they can obey orders in everything, then he and Feng'er can still save their lives, but they are afraid that they will not listen and even be smart enough to drag their feet, so they will not tolerate them.

"You wait here for a moment, I'll go deal with the painting." Shen Yuanfeng glanced at the entire room and walked straight into the collection room.

The collection room was filled with blood and foam everywhere, and as expected, the butler was among them.

She didn't expect that the painting not only had the spiritual imprint of the clan, but also a blood sacrifice array. In that case, she might as well make use of it and sell it directly to the mall for processing.

When Shen Yuanfeng walked out of the room, the four people outside said they were leaving and asked her and Si Yuanchen if they wanted to leave together.

Her answer plunged several people into despair again.

"It's inevitable. Cthulhu's descent ceremony has already begun. This town is now in his domain. The only way to resolve this issue is to drive him out when he projects himself here but hasn't fully descended yet."

"No, I don't believe it." Song Haiying looked crazy, his eyes were red, and he kept banging his head against the wall.

Du Jiahua, who was beside Song Haiying, hurried to stop him, but was frightened by the negative emotions such as ruthlessness, despair and destruction in his eyes and took a few steps back.

Taking advantage of this, Song Hahaying broke free from Du Jiahua's hand and ran outside.

"His mind has been affected. Please gather everyone together, Mr. Xi. I will explain to you all about Cthulhu, and then you can be on guard."

Shen Yuanfeng was also exhausted. In just a few minutes, two people had been caught. She could ensure that she and Achen would not be affected, but she could not guarantee that the actions of others would not trigger the traps set by the clan in advance.

Ten minutes later, in addition to the six of them, twelve servants and cooks came to the hall.

"…Although Cthulhu is now sleeping in the city of R'lyeh in another dimension, even when he is sleeping, the spiritual fluctuations he inadvertently emits through the channel of his followers can make people fall into terror and madness."

"When his followers appear, there are two possible outcomes for ordinary people. One is that they lose their minds and go crazy and self-harm. The other is that their entities appear and devour people."

"So if you want to stay alive, don't move anything. Move in groups, don't fall behind alone. If you see any signs of monsters, tell me."