# 876
Chapter 877 "They"
"They?"
Lin Qiye raised his head, looking toward where Chen Yangrong was pointing. Beyond the pitch-black stomach walls, he couldn't see anything.
"There's nothing there." Lin Qiye shook his head.
"Just because you can't see them now doesn't mean 'they' don't exist." Chen Yangrong's gaze seemed to pierce through the endless void, his eyes filled with fanaticism. "'They' have always been in the place where all can only look up, it's just that no one noticed...
'They' are watching, 'They' are waiting, 'They' will eventually return."
...
"You mean there's something on the moon?"
At the shore of the fishing village, An Qingyu heard Chen Gou's words and frowned.
Chen Gou nodded. "After my father died, I've been repeatedly having this same dream. Every time I wake up from the dream, it's in the middle of the night. My bed happens to be right next to the window, so when I open my eyes, the first thing I see is always that moon..."
"What did you see?"
"Eyes." Fear appeared in Chen Gou's eyes. "On the surface of the moon, there's a giant eye. It's looking at me."
"There's an eye on the moon?"
An Qingyu was stunned. He looked up at the sky again, but the faint silhouette of the moon was a blur with nothing visible on its surface.
"I know it sounds absurd, but I really did see it."
"And now? Can you still see it?"
"No. Every time I see that eye, a golden light flashes across the moon, and then that eye disappears. Everything returns to normal."
Golden light on the moon?
When An Qingyu heard this description, a thought like lightning flashed through his mind. He seemed to have grasped something crucial, yet also grasped nothing at all...
Just as he was about to calm his mind and think carefully, chaotic noises came from the village behind him—sounds of screaming and cursing.
Chen Gou startled, turned to look toward the village. Fire had somehow ignited in one corner of the village, and billowing smoke was rising steadily.
"What's happening?!"
Seeing a villager rushing past, Chen Gou grabbed him and asked.
"Old Wang's widow in the west of the village! She stabbed the pregnant Yaomei with a knife!" the villager said urgently.
"What?" Chen Gou widened his eyes in disbelief. "Didn't the two families get along well?"
"Who knows! Six whole stabs, all in the stomach! While stabbing, she kept muttering crazily: 'Your child... my child,' like she was possessed. Even two men couldn't hold her back!"
Chen Gou stood frozen, seemingly unable to comprehend any of this.
"We'll talk more when I'm back. I'm going to the next village to find the barefoot doctor. I don't even know if Yaomei can be saved..."
The villager sighed and quickened his pace, rushing toward the other end of the coastline.
An Qingyu watched his retreating figure and fell silent.
He knew very well that this fishing village had been completely isolated from the world. No matter how hard this villager ran, he couldn't reach the next village, let alone find any barefoot doctor... Time had long since erased everything.
An Qingyu wasn't a doctor. He didn't know how to treat the wounded or save lives. Even if he could use some means to save that pregnant woman, there was no time left.
He turned to look at the village that had fallen into chaos, his expression grave beyond measure.
If his猜测 was correct, this was only the beginning.
"Why hasn't Er Zhuzi come back yet?" Chen Gou, upon hearing the villager's news, looked anxious. He turned to look at the distant horizon—no boats in sight.
Gritting his teeth, he sprinted toward the burning area.
But he hadn't taken two steps before he stumbled and fell.
He lay on the ground for a moment, then slowly sat up, sitting motionless like a statue, completely dazed.
"Chen Shu?" An Qingyu frowned and quickly ran over to help Chen Gou up, confused. "Chen Shu, what's wrong?"
Chen Gou stared blankly ahead. It took him a while to come back to his senses. He turned to look at An Qingyu, and crimson red spread through his eyes like a tide.
"I heard it..." he murmured to himself.
"Heard what?"
"I heard it." Chen Gou shook off An Qingyu's arm and covered his ears, his face full of terror and disbelief. "My father... my father is calling me?"
...
Shangjing City.
Night Watch headquarters, interrogation room.
Chen Lu, locked alone in the center of the interrogation room, suddenly shuddered and jerked his head up, his eyes rapidly filling with crimson red.
His expression contorted violently, as if in pain, as if struggling...
"Here it comes again, here it comes again..." Chen Lu's lips trembled, veins standing out on his neck one by one. In a voice only he could hear, he疯狂地喃喃自语, "Grandfather... I understand, grandfather... Stop talking, stop...
Damn it! Damn it!! Can you all shut up!
Your power, your will, I've learned them all... Enough! Stop talking...
His voice grew louder, his expression more twisted. He stared with those crimson eyes, raised his head, and painfully battered it against the chains, producing dull, heavy sounds!
Outside the interrogation room, Zuo Qing and the others saw this and their faces changed drastically!
"Open the door! Let me in!"
Zuo Qing pushed open the interrogation room door and walked straight to the痛苦的低吼着的陈麓面前，皱眉开口：
"Chen Lu! What are you saying?"
"Damn it..." Chen Lu raised his head, his crimson eyes staring at Zuo Qing, his body uncontrollably trembling. "We can't win..."
"What?"
"Night Watch, Great Xia, Great Xia's gods... We can't win against 'them'!" Chen Lu roared. "'They' are too powerful, powerful beyond our comprehension! On the day 'they' return, no existence can stand in 'their' way!
Only by laying down our weapons, abandoning resistance, kneeling at 'their' feet, and faithfully worshipping 'them'... can humanity have a fighting chance!"
Zuo Qing's expression visibly darkened.
"Have you gone mad? Chen Lu?! What are you saying?"
"All these years, every three days I hear 'them.' 'They'疯狂地低语着 in my ears,灌输着 'their' power and will into my mind...
No one in this world understands 'their' terror better than I do!
Believe me, Zuo Qing, we really can't win..."
Chen Lu's expression was filled with extreme agony. In those eyes nearly pouring blood was deep sorrow and helplessness.
"Who the hell are 'they'?!" Zuo Qing grabbed Chen Lu by the collar and demanded.
Chen Lu's facial muscles spasmed uncontrollably. A pale smile curved his lips, and in a trembling voice, he slowly said:
"'They' are the end of the universe, the origin of all mysteries and strangeness, the supreme beings who stand above all laws!
'Their' name is...
【Cthulhu】."