It was hard to imagine that after spending 4000 Fear Points, Louis 'balance had once again reached 2500 Fear Points. Not only did the increase not slow down, but it seemed to have become even more terrifying.
This was a little out of Louis's expectations. After all, before this, he had been a little surprised.
Every time, the fear points would be in the first ten minutes.
The increase was the most terrifying, and the profits were the most terrifying.
However, after more than ten minutes had passed.
The increase would decrease by a certain percentage.
For example, in the first ten minutes, he could gain thousands of Fear Points. However, in the next half an hour, he would only have 1000 Fear Points. In the following day, he might not even get 1000 Fear Points.
The reason for this decline was because of fear.
Once there was a first time, the second time would be much weaker.
The third and fourth time would be much weaker.
However, this time, it seemed to be an exception! Perhaps it was because the Cthulhu Sculpture had the Cthulhu Projection.
The [Cthulhu Projection] contained a trace of Cthulhu's aura.
It would make this fear not weaken, but instead intensify.
Ding! Congratulations! You have received 100 Fear Points from Crick Raul!
Ding! Congratulations! You received 70 Fear Points from Nick Fury!
Ding! Congratulations! From Reeves
Ding! Congratulations! from
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Louis saw a familiar name from the news. It was Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., the legendary f * cking Fakman. He was also a one-eyed man with the nickname of braised egg head.
He had actually obtained 70 Fear Points from Nick Fury.
One had to know that this braised egg head was the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Moreover, the other party was from S.H.I.E.L.D.
One of those "super agents"!
There were even some busybodies who called this braised egg head the king of agents.
Although Louis couldn't tell at all.
Which part of him looked like the king of secret agents?
Through the wonderful connection with the Cthulhu Sculpture, Louis could clearly sense everything that was happening in the underground research institute of the Trident building.
He could clearly hear the fanatical and terrified voices of the researchers.
He could see the old scholar named Crick Raul.
That's the one that was sculpted by Cthulhu.
The old scholar who was the most affected.
His body began to change! This was a strange change! In this world, probably only Louis knew what changes would happen to this old scholar.
The other party was under the dual influence of [Cthulhu Sculpture] and [Cthulhu Projection].
Everything in his body had undergone a tremendous change.
His hair had already withered, and so had his eyebrows!
The age spots and wrinkles on his body had all disappeared.
His originally white skin began to turn light green.
Moreover, it was gradually turning dark green.
The surface of his skin was secreting mucus, and on both sides of his neck, a few cracks suddenly appeared. These cracks opened and closed, looking like fish gills at first glance.
When the gill-like cracks opened, one could see that it was blood-red inside.
However, not a single drop of blood flowed out of the crack.
If these cracks appeared on a normal person's neck, it would be impossible for them to survive.
He was probably already bleeding profusely.
Moreover, his life was in danger.
It was obvious that this old scholar had already become an abnormal person.
He kept saying some strange words.
There was absolutely no way for a human voice to produce these sounds.
However, this old scholar posted it!
The structure of his voice had changed.
They were already different from humans.
The people from S.H.I.E.L.D. might not understand what the old scholar was saying, but Louis could. After all, whether it was Cthulhu's sculpture or Cthulhu's projection, they were all created by Louis.
If he didn't understand what he had created, would it still be his creation?
The old scholar named " Crick Raul " had a strange pronunciation.
It was a prayer to praise, praise, and worship Cthulhu!
[Cthulhu Sculpture] was worshipped, worshipped, and prayed by Cthulhu believers.
The prayer had been passed down for thousands of years.
It crossed the long river of time and space.
It kept echoing in the old scholar's ears! It was like some crazy ravings!
What the old scholar was doing now was nothing more than
Is to take these crazy ravings
He repeated it again!
At the same time! On the streets of Hell's Kitchen, an old red car was moving at an extremely fast speed. Coulson did not care about any traffic rules at all, because he knew that if he did, S.H.I.E.L.D. would most likely enter a crisis earlier.
When he saw a familiar shop, Coulson stepped on the brakes without a word.
He heaved a sigh of relief and immediately opened the car door.
This was the second time he had come here today!
And in between, there was a period of time.
In fact, it was less than half an hour.
When Coulson pushed open the glass door of the store, he saw a black cat.
The black cat strolled leisurely in the shop and turned its head.
A pair of pupils met Coulson's gaze.
Coulson's hair stood on end!
His pupils involuntarily contracted.
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