Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

Du Kang had been watching the farce that happened during the day. He originally wanted to see what the so-called acupuncture was. Du Kang had thought that it was really people from China, or the disciples taught by the oriental people.    

Although the two continents were very far apart, as long as people dared to seek death, there would always be a few lucky ones who could come or go.    

However, from the moment the so-called doctor took out the needle, Du Kang knew that it was a fake. As for that arm piercing technique, it was even more nonsense. Although he did not know much about medicine, Du Kang also knew that acupuncture was done according to the acupuncture points. Even the acupuncture point was very particular. It was definitely not just casually poked with a five-inch awl.    

The fake doctor was already dead. The sharp thorn was stabbed into a dog's body by Snake-legged Old Man. Snake-legged Old Man could tell that the thorn was not normal, but he could not tell what it was used for. He could only try using the dog first.    

However, this wasn't the reason why Du Kang came to find Snake-legged Old Man. It was because of some other things.    

Because... Snake.    

In the farce during the day, this old man with the left leg of a snake turned into a huge snake. Du Kang saw it very clearly. This was not a trick, it was a pure change.    

This... How did he do it?    

Who was this old man?    

With a trace of doubt, Du Kang knocked on the old man's door.    

"Oh? What can I do for you? The old man looked at Du Kang and said, "Forget it. Let's talk in the courtyard."    

Snake-legged Old Man held a pipe and sat on the ground with his broken armor in the courtyard. He started to make second-hand cigarettes.    

"I am very curious. The one you used to be..." Du Kang raised his hand and gestured. "How did you turn into a snake?"    

"I was a priest when I was young." The old man laughed as he smoked the hemp grass. "A priest of the Snake God. This is a gift from the Snake God."    

Snake... God?    

Du Kang's attitude towards Gods had never been good. In his opinion, these things that only knew how to rely on their strong physique and innate magical abilities to enslave all living things were just like that. Du Kang, who believed in the theocracy, had never felt that the so-called gods had any holiness to speak of. They were just a group of living beings with a bit of strength.    

Of course, if these powerful creatures really had deep thoughts and wisdom, Du Kang would still give them enough respect. After all, brains were a good thing.    

But... Snake God, transform into a snake.    

Du Kang thought of something.    

"Have you never heard of Snake God?" The old man seemed to have noticed Du Kang's doubt. "Although he sometimes has a bad temper, he is still a very reliable god."    

Not a good temper?    

Du Kang's eyes focused on the old man's left foot.    

"You guessed right." The old man lifted up his trousers, revealing his snake-like body. "When I was still serving God, I was bitten off one leg by the furious Snake God. After that, in order to make it up to me, the Snake God gave me this new leg. "    

"You..." Du Kang hesitated for a moment. "Do you have any objections to the Snake God?"    

"You must be joking." The old man put down his pants. "What objections can there be? Everyone knew that the snake god had a bad temper. Everyone knows that being a priest of the snake god is very dangerous. But I still became a priest. This was my choice."    

" Man, that's not good. " The old man smoked his pipe and muttered to himself, "I don't want the Snake God to get angry, and I don't want to serve the Snake God to quell the Snake God's anger. I also want the Snake God to protect me all day long. If I don't protect them, they will still scold me. What can the Snake God do? "    

Facing the old man who was lost in thought, Du Kang silently smoked his pipe.    

"I'm sorry." The old man came back to his senses, "I smoked weed and was confused. Sorry to make you laugh."    

"It's fine."    

Du Kang waved his hand. He would not be unable to tolerate the old man's nagging.    

"I'm old..." The old man put out his pipe. "It's time to quit this thing."    

"Elder!"    

The shouts that were getting closer and closer cut through the night sky. Du Kang turned his head and looked at Apache who was running towards him.    

"Uh, you are here too?"    

Apache was shocked for a second, then he looked at Snake-legged Old Man.    

"Elder! You are right!"    

"That dog has changed!"    

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Apache still had lingering fears.    

When the Snake-Legged Elder had just stabbed the sharp thorn into the dog's body, Apache still felt that it was a waste. When he saw that the dog was not only fine, but more and more delighted, he also felt that it was a waste. This regret became even more obvious.    

This thorn indeed wouldn't harm the body, instead, it would make the body better.    

Perhaps what the doctor said was true, the Elders Guild attacking the doctor was just to ensure their own position. After all, if that doctor really cured an illness that even the Elders could not cure, the Elders would have no right to speak.    

Just like the Corn God. If there were other gods that could bless the harvest of the Corn God, who would bother with that unreliable Corn God?    

However, that night, he overturned his own thoughts.    

When he saw the dog that had turned into a living corpse chasing after his two sons all over the yard, Apache had to admit that the elder's concerns were correct.    

In less than a day, the dog had turned into a living corpse. If this sharp thorn really stabbed his mother...    

He didn't dare to think any further.    

"One day?"    

Snake-legged Old Man looked at the dog in his hand, which was carrying a broken armor. He laughed.    

"This dog changes so fast because it is not big. If it really pierced into your mother's body, she would probably be able to hold on for two more days."    

Two more days...    

Apache smiled bitterly.    

What's the difference between turning into an undead?    

"If you want me to say, you are stupid!" Snake-legged Old Man slapped Apache's head. "You think I am lying to you all day long. I am lying to you. Is there any use in me lying to you?"    

"Yes..."    

"What the hell?!"    

The old man raised his left leg, which looked like a snake's tail, and kicked Apache away.    

"Now we can be sure." The old man exhaled and looked at the broken armor. "The fake doctor in the day was the murderer who created the undead. Based on his performance, it is very likely that he still believes in a certain god's priest."    

"You mean..."    

The broken armor let out a chaotic roar.    

"Right..."    

The old man wiped his face.    

"If it's just an Undead, the other party might not have made any big moves. But since a priest died here, they can't just let it go."    

"What do you want to do?"    

"First, arm the people" Snake-legged Old Man frowned. "I don't expect them to be of much help. I just hope they will follow the rules and not cause any trouble. As for those Undead who might come to attack... "    

The old man sighed.    

"I'll go ask for the Snake God's help."