Chapter 3278 (1/2)

”Yes, this is the original manuscript you want.”

The bookstore owner didn't notice the old man's expression in the dim light. He carefully picked up the box in the safe, put it on the table, gently wiped it and made an invitation gesture:

”All the manuscripts left by Mr. Howard Philip Lovecraft, including some biological drawings drawn by himself, are here, just as you asked.”

The old man couldn't wait to take over the box, opened it roughly, took out the Yellow manuscript paper inside and flipped through it quickly.

”How wonderful...”

He made such a sigh, turned his back to the bookstore owner, and the red light in his eyes lit up again.

The fat boss put his head behind him and said with a flattering smile, ”then you must love his works very much? Seriously, although these fanciful stories are like the nonsense of a madman, the shaping of a sense of terror is an alternative success in the art of writing.”

”Hmm? No, in fact, I've only been lucky to read one of his stories, his own story...” the old man laughed. The thing in his hand was right. It was the 'key' he was looking for.

”Then why are you so eager to find these manuscripts? You haven't even paid the price. It's five million dollars.” the bookstore owner helped his glasses. He felt puzzled.

After all, the action of the old man flipping the manuscript quickly is not like reading, but like looking for something caught in the manuscript.

It was late at this time, and the old man with white beard turned his head with a grim smile: ”no, dear Mr. Berman, I am not interested in occupying these stories... I am only interested in watching them regain their freedom!”

With that, the old man raised a strange purple light, accompanied by a disgusting strange tone, singing some unknown short sentences.

The manuscript began to shine and began to fly around the old man, as if given life.

No, they should have life, but at this time, someone just woke them up and let the endless strangeness return to the universe.

The huge wriggling tentacle hovered out of the page with inexplicable brilliance. It gently caressed the frightened bookstore owner, as if to convey its huge will.

But the human body is too fragile. This man can't bear it at all. His flesh and viscera just melt like water at the moment of contact. The skeleton stood alone for three seconds before it fell into a pool of blood.

The old man holding the manuscript shook his head, raised the box, put the manuscript in it again, and closed it.

All the visions disappeared, as if nothing had happened except for a separated body on the ground.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and huge vultures appeared in the air. These foul smelling birds with black feathers made a funny sound and began to peck at the blood and internal organs on the ground.

Vultures fight each other. They are robbing for food and the right to be cared for, just as they do in nature, completing a link in the cycle.

The old man smiled, just like watching his children eat. Then he used magic to absorb the feathers they fell in the battle and decorate them on his collar.

He put the wooden box under his arm and walked outside the bookstore with a crutch. When he passed the security camera, he looked up.

The power of magic even burned down the computer storing surveillance video along the network cable, and the sad machine on the counter exploded into a fireball.

The old mage nodded with satisfaction and disappeared into the night with the sound of the bell on the door.