Little Watley had never seen such a beautiful woman in her life. Her black hair was fluttering without a wind, and her face was a shallow smile that seemed to be unworldly.

Usually, the Osborne grocery store is always crowded with idle people from the village. But at this moment, there is no one in the grocery except this wonderful woman who is beyond the world, and even the shopkeeper with a broken mouth is missing.

Dunwich Township is very remote, and one or two foreigners who suddenly visited are very prominent, not to mention the women who are out of place and do not belong to this place at all.

"Who are you?"

Little Waterley was very alert. He didn't carry a gun, and he was confident that with his physical strength and spells, he didn't need this thing.

"Styfana," Nayaratotip shrugged happily, "Styfana Loved Alcott. You can also call me Black, or whatever."

"I don't know you." Wilbur Watley, Jr., shook his head.

"I know your father," said Stifana briskly, "I am your father's friend."

The word "father" obviously has a different meaning for Wilbur Waterley Jr. His eyes suddenly widened, and there was a weird glow.

"But first," Stifana was very satisfied with the change in Little Watre's expression, "Please sit down. We can talk about business slowly."

...

Arkham.

Empire Theatre.

Under Chen Qiang's instructions, Mrs. Megan borrowed Pickerman's two Baiakis, so that he could collect the bodies of his companions who died on the theater stage. Chen Qiang used the "mythical map" to confirm that there was no ambush in the theater.

"Oh, hell."

Even though it was live broadcast through the camera, the tragic situation on the stage still made Chen Qiang feel a little nauseous.

【sc1/1d6】

[Chen Qiang's rational value check was successful at 24/40, current rational value 39]

“…”

Chen Qiang couldn't help but be glad that it was a good idea to watch the image alone.

There were two human corpses on the stage that were eaten by ghouls. According to Pickerman, they were likely to be local homeless people. About a dozen ghouls fell around human corpses, with a ferocious and painful death. Some had torn their tongues and some were pinching their necks.

Death in "mealing"...

However, what is even more terrifying is that the color of the corpses of all ghouls has changed. The rubbery skin is filled with strange blue, and even the originally blood-red eyes are filled with blue, and red and blue liquid flows on the ground.

[Chen Qiang Cthulhu Mythical Check 26/55 Success]

Chen Qiang recalled that the special "Liao Dan" made by Helena also had a similar color, but the situation of these ghouls in front of him was obviously different from that of "Liao Dan".

Perhaps their death was related to the Tyndalus clan, Chen Qiang thought. But this kind of death alone could not be concluded that it was the "hound", and the "hound" seemed to have no reason to attack these ordinary ghouls.

Examination of the ghouls is a technical job, Chen Qiang thought to himself. Seeing the dead ghouls being put into mortal bags one after another, Chen Qiang narrowed his eyes.

...

Boston.

"Silver Twilight" assembly house, second floor.

Ms. Agatha Pickerman looked at Gu Shun with a expressionless face. Because of his reasons, the "Tedaros Hound" attacked the center of the assembly. If it weren't for the sake of all the damage caused by the hound, the "Silver Twilight" would have crushed him to ashes.

Even though his heart was pierced and his throat was cut off, Gu Shun was still alive. At this moment, he was sitting in a ragged seat in the corner, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Another Chinese descent present, Hong Zhou, seemed very calm.

"Arkham," Hong Zhou's eyes flashed with a faint blue light, "a place I miss."

"That's where you've been on a mission for the Silver Twilight," Ms. Agatha Pickerman said with a smile. "I heard you did a good job that time."

For a moment, a fleeting uneasiness flashed in Hong Zhou's eyes, but he immediately returned to peace.

"I hope we can have the same...good luck this time," he said playfully.

The leader of the Arkham Wizards' rally, "Nahab", has returned to her own territory first. As one of the most powerful underground organizations in the United States, "Silver Twilight" never fully trusts that kind of "indigenous" wizard.

"There should be several guys who come to this era with me...there should be a few more," Gu Shun had a calm face, "I hope they have been killed by the hound."

His time travel process is almost a history of unluckyness. Gu Shun didn't believe it: Isn't it possible that he is the only one who is so unlucky?

"We can't pin our hopes on that kind of 'possible' thing," Agatha Pickerman shoved his gold glasses. "We have to witness with our eyes. Let's go now, go to Arkham-oh, go to Dunwich Village before that."

"Dunwich?" Gu Shun frowned and thought carefully, "Oh, it's the village very close to Arkham. What are we going to do there?"

“The growth of that 'silly man' must be recorded at all times,” Agatha Pickerman said gently. “Besides, my divination tells me that something interesting happened in Dunwich.”

"John, Carl and Anne should be responsible." Gu Shun muttered the names of the remaining "Silver Twilight" leaders, as if something big will happen in the United States tomorrow morning, so they kicked the job to the remaining members.

"Let's go," said Agatha Pickerman, "don't forget, this time it's also a newer test."

"Yes, we have to bring new members from that organization." Hong Zhou said with a smile.

"I hope it won't be a drag." Gu Shun muttered.

...

Miskanitok University, Executive Building.

Richard Pickerman stared at the portrait of Agatha Pickerman on the wall and was stunned for a while.

Agatha Pickerman has not left the earth yet in this era. He thought, perhaps, he should be prepared to reappear in front of him by the distant ancestor of the Pickerman family.

Pickerman walked along the corridor and left the administrative building through the back door. In the contemporary Miskanitok, it was eventually opened into a small cemetery park, burying the most outstanding scholars of the University of Miskanitok in this golden age.

If it weren't for himself, he had stolen their bone marrow...Pickman thought that he might still be just an unknown ordinary ghoul in the dream.

The skeleton-eating clan has three secret techniques: first, using the fantasy dream as a transit station to build a tunnel connecting distant places; second, using the bones of living things as carriers, let the lost words reappear...

And thirdly, by eating the remains of dead intelligent creatures, accepting all the knowledge and experience of the dead.

Decades later, it was in this cemetery that Richard Pickerman, who returned from a dream, stole the remains of all the members of the "Empressive Professors Association" headed by Professor Armitage, and at the same time took all their knowledge and memories for themselves.

In the days that followed, Pickerman, who traveled around the world, swallowed many people's memories, but the thoughts of professors from Mid-United University still benefited him a lot.
Chapter completed!