Plague Doctor

Chapter 195: Hotspots of Dillas-Lynn [Request for Moon Tickets for Support]

Dylas-Lynn, a huge port city, countless merchant ships and convoys come and go every day.

This is not a bright city, its buildings are mostly black tall towers built from basalt, dark, narrow streets between them, low taverns on both sides of the street, and sailors from all over the world.

Dilas-Lynn locals are reluctant to go even to the outskirts.

The world is full of evil, and as an ordinary man, living in this city gets everything you need.

All Deras-Lynn residents know about black paddle sailboats, which are controlled by strange black merchants, trading in gems, slaves and all sorts of rare things.

Where black businessmen come from is always a mystery, and some say they come from the Cold Plains.

Cold Plains is a legendary place where people are said to have endless fears, but it is just a legend and little is known about it.

But it's true that there are some black businessmen who sell fear, some strange rumors, some unusually deformed things. It doesn't always resonate very well, but just recently, the “nightmare wonder” brought about by black businessmen at the Sunset Theatre has spooked Deras Lynn.

“Nightmareman," an ugly and horrible weirdo, unleashes visions that always scare the crowd.

The first and second wonders of the beginning were merely the help of the owners of the theatre, who came with curiosity, suspicion and satisfaction with fear.

These people went to the tavern, and they passed it on to the native sailors.

The half-drunk sailors listened and argued with each other and said:

“Nightmare? I've been on a boat for years. ”

“I'll tell you what's horrible. We had a big storm on our boat, and it almost sank. That's horrible. ”

“Only people who haven't seen the world will find a scarred deformity unusual. ”

“I'll go check it out, make sure it's done with a smile. ”

With these sailors to proclaim their courage, by the third spectacle, the theater was already full, with additional places on the aisle.

Full of alcohol, the sailors looked at the stage with disdain, and the black businessmen knew what to do.

Until the nightmarers came along, that horrible look had taken them by heart.

But after all, they still had the guts to drink and say that they looked much more like that. All they had to do was lock up a lowlife slave and a crazy beast in a cage for half a day, and bring up the slave was a nightmare.

The black merchants then stabbed the needles in the eyes of the nightmarers, and the sailors screamed immediately, collapsing in horror for no longer than the ordinary inhabitants.

The black businessmen seemed intentionally to bring them to Levitra, a wonder that lasted a little longer than the previous two games until they were scared to cry, vomit and even faint. God knows what evil befell them in the vision.

After this third spectacle, the nightmarer became the head of Dillas-Lynn.

Those frightened sailors were reluctant to admit their fragility after walking out of the theater. When asked, most people said, “There's nothing to be afraid of. I only threw up after drinking a little wine.” “Just a deformity.” Yet the pale face and the evasive words speak the truth.

Now, more sailors are getting interested, and there are a lot more of these curses and gambling appointments in the pubs:

“You pussy, I see you pee when you get glared at by a nightmare! ”

“Let's go compare and see who falls first! What about the losers? ”

“Whatever you say! ”

Not just sailors, but locals are getting more interested in this new buzz. Worm House, Cold Plains, these places are only legends. Even if they had the chance to go, they wouldn't dare go, but the Sunset Theatre is in the city. After watching a spectacle in the evening, they can still enjoy the sunset.

So on the fourth day of the opening of the spectacle, the black businessman opened the spectacle three times in a row due to the large audience to enter.

On the fifth day, it turned into ten games a day.

This is understandable to the city's merchants, whether they or black merchants, who don't have any strange goods in their hands for long and probably can't. There are so many powerful and weird forces in this world that when the same thing is famous, it is left to the merchant to say.

So by the sixth day, the Sunset Theatre was going to have nightmare wonders all day long, and nightmarers were on stage, and the audience swapped a bunch of them.

Three, five, ten... It's not even noon, and fifteen wonders are over.

People walk out of the theater with a heart still shaking because of fear. People say these black businessmen are really making money. Where did they find this nightmare guy? Found it again in the Cold Plains, where there is endless fear.

No one will recall the town of Usa, a small town not far from Dilas-Lynn, and the sneaky ancestors in the suburban woods.

At this time, the theater left with another audience with palpitations, and the weirdo on stage was again covered in black cloth.

“Nightmareman" sensed the fall of the black cloth, and after a while, those eyes suddenly had the magic of what could be called humanity.

“Session 31 is over.” Gu Junxin muttered, the first -0.1%, the second -0.2%, the third -0.3%, after which each game can be reduced by 0.3-0.4%.

By now, the erosion has been digested to 38.07 per cent, while the abyss task was completed at 9.8 per cent, just one more fight away.

Over the past few days, Gu Jun has noticeably felt a change in mental strength. Especially this morning, it has been enhanced with a visible velocity, an unspeakable texture more than before. What that means, even for the time being, is not clear to him.

And 40 percent of it was a node, and just after that number was dropped, his body had a sense of resuscitation, and all sorts of perceptions were coming back.

He can now move his fingers or toes slightly, which is an excellent sign. The bad news is that the end of the left tail finger was cut and should have been handled by Joe.

Five Dream Bubbles, he switched them, two have not been used, but three dreams are already in a state of imminent ruin.

“Audience!” Hearing the host's voice again, a new audience poured in and sat down, and he hid his consciousness into a new dream, and went back to that ancient little theater, which he was already familiar with.

Shortly afterwards, when the black cloth was pulled open, he sensed another full scene, thousands of spectators...

All of a sudden he saw what was clear, and his perceived heart pounded and beat faster.

Gu Jun saw a group of audiences sitting in the second row, Earthlings, who looked exactly like Earthlings.