145: Chapter 145 Mr. K, didn't I forget at the time?

Xie Feng stood in front of the low table in the side hall of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, holding a vermilion imperial brush in his hand, rolling out an extremely long piece of silk, and wrote down the complete summoning incantation of The King in Yellow script and the minimum configuration conditions for the Hastur release Spell.

Just now, with that single touch from His Elder, The King in Yellow, Xie Feng had already learned many new Spells in his mind.

Lloigor Contact Spell, Lloigor Summoning Spell, Lloigor Binding Spell. (With image)

Byakhee Contact Spell.

Hastur Release Spell, Carcosa Construction Spell, Song of Hastur.

Nine huge stones, the wills of three hundred and fifty people, a four-square-kilometer large lake, Aldebaran at the zenith, and nine chanters with royal Bloodline.

When he wrote down this item, he paused for a moment and made a small-font marginal note to the side:

"Prepare five hundred people for the first Spell, and it is recommended to prepare at least twelve people for the second Spell. In case someone faints halfway through singing, they can serve as replacements, and pay attention to sanity value fluctuations—don't ask me how I know."

Then came the framework of the Carcosa Construction Spell, the replacement conditions for Black Water Lake, and the structural runes of the attic.

He silently wrote down all the information about The King in Yellow that he had browsed through when running tabletop RPGs back on Blue Star, and every detail of witnessing the Clone of The King in Yellow descend in the square tonight, all onto this roll of silk.

Xie Feng muttered to himself:

"Hiss... Is this considered a Jiuzhou-language version of the Complete Manual of The King in Yellow?"

When he finished writing the last character, the sky outside the window had already turned pale with dawn.

Aldebaran was gradually obscured by clouds. That bright yellow figure raised its head to glance at the increasingly blurred starlight at the zenith, its tattered yellow sleeves gently fluttering in the morning wind.

It did not have much interest in Xie Feng, this Great Old One check-in spot. It stayed here because of the royal family, because of that Mortal emperor who activated the stone slab with blood and stood one step in front of the dragon chair without retreating.

That person seemed to attract the attention of The King in Yellow.

Xie Feng expressed extreme gratitude.

The Clone of The King in Yellow slowly turned toward the direction of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, its gaze beneath the hood lingering for a moment on the blood-soaked golden brick floor inside the hall, and then its entire figure began to rise at a slow speed.

The hem of its robe brushed past the flying eaves and bracket sets of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, brushed past the already darkened water surface of the moat, brushed past those Cultivators in the square who were still lying on the ground and dared not raise their heads, and finally retracted into the closing bright yellow crack deep in the canopy of heaven.

Aldebaran flashed one last time, its vertical pupil closed, and the starry sky returned to normal.

Xie Feng put down his brush and rubbed his sore wrist.

Just as he was about to roll up the silk, his spiritual power perception suddenly touched a familiar, damp aura.

He slowly turned around.

Above the Hall of Supreme Harmony, deep within that canopy of heaven, something was still there.

"No, why aren't you leaving?"

Dark green, deep-sea, damp, carrying a salty, fishy smell—having wandered in his blood for so long, it was impossible for him to mistake it.

That wisp of gaze cast from Rlyeh still hung quietly above the Hall of Supreme Harmony after The King in Yellow left.

There was no anger or coercion in that gaze; there was only a profound silence, like that of an old father who had been stood up.

Xie Feng slowly edged closer, standing on the steps of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, raising his head toward the canopy of heaven where he could see nothing yet knew It was there, and opened his mouth.

Then Xie Feng began to explain.

"Lord Cthulhu, it's not that I don't really like You. Look at the situation in the imperial city at that time—this was the territory of The King in Yellow, and when They wanted to take Your aura away from the stone slab, I couldn't stop Them."

It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned the stone slab, but as soon as he did, the stone slab of The King in Yellow on the ground that he had just finished carving characters on immediately emitted a familiar damp aura, as if echoing his words.

Xie Feng hurriedly added a few more sentences: "Lord Cthulhu, think about it. I was in the square at the time, surrounded by hundreds of Cultivators attacking the three of us, and even Tier 7 figures entered the fray. I only had this one stone slab I could use. If I hadn't dried out Your aura, I wouldn't have been able to call The King in Yellow to help, and I would have been dead for sure."

As soon as his voice fell, the book of eibon in his arms suddenly floated out on its own. Its pages rustled as they flipped in the morning wind, finally stopping at the chapter on the Cthulhu Communication Spell.

Dark green seaweed began to grow on it.

Xie Feng had learned this Spell for at least half a year.

The Communication Spell was not a deity-invoking ritual; it didn't need an altar, a summoning array, Aldebaran at the zenith, or anything else—as long as one had magic power, they could make a phone call.

At that time in the square, his magic power was indeed close to bottoming out, but squeezing out a sliver to make a phone call was not something he couldn't do.

However, Xie Feng didn't think of it.

He completely didn't think of it.

But his mouth had to be stubborn, otherwise he would be in bad luck.

"No, think about it. Even if I called You, distant water cannot quench near thirst—I would still have died."

Cthulhu's gaze hung silently in front of him, and then a mark extremely familiar to Xie Feng slowly emerged in It's hand.

Ghatanothoa.

The King of Volcanoes, Cthulhu's eldest son, the one who had been squatting beside his armpit since the very first day of his Transmigration.

It displayed the mark of its eldest son without saying a single word, but the meaning was clearer than any language.

"Why didn't you use it?"

Xie Feng's face slowly flushed red.

It flushed from his neck all the way to his forehead, so red that his veil couldn't even cover the color of the tips of his ears.

"You just had to force me to say it! I'm an idiot! I didn't think of it!"

Waving the cold crystal blind staff, he raised his head toward the canopy of heaven, his voice carrying a sense of reckless collapse and sincerity.

The dark green gaze deep within the canopy of heaven fell silent for quite a while.

Then the mark of the King of Volcanoes slowly returned to Xie Feng's ribs.

Xie Feng lowered his head to look at the newly lit volcanic fissure patterns below his left collarbone, and then raised his head to look at the dark green gaze slowly retreating deep within the canopy of heaven.

"From now on, on land, if I have business I will call You first."

There was no response from deep within the canopy of heaven.

Xie Feng felt as if he had suddenly eaten a large mouthful of salt.

"Why is it so salty?!"

Then he realized it wasn't because he had eaten anything, but because his tongue had become salty.

He hurriedly opened his mouth, only to find that his tongue was no longer a single piece of muscle.

It looked more like a large mass of dragon's beard candy aggregated together; his tongue was divided into countless fine threads, which could be separated into two lobes, three lobes, or countless lobes when needed.

Xie Feng tried it to the limit and found that at most, it felt as chaotic as having an unpacked steel wool ball stuffed inside his mouth.

Except that this steel wool ball was moving around.

The feeling of those dark green tentacles came from his blood once again, resembling a snore coming from deep within Rlyeh.

Cthulhu's gaze finally retreated slowly into the depths of the canopy of heaven, and the spatial folds closed silently.

The stars above the Hall of Supreme Harmony reappeared one by one, and Aldebaran had already sunk below the horizon.

Xie Feng stood on the stone steps of the Hall of Supreme Harmony and solemnly placed the newly written silk roll into Zhou Shudan's hands.

After finishing all this, he walked over to Lu Mingyuan and sat down cross-legged.

Brain Matter poked half its body out from his glabella and asked him if it was time to get off work.

"Yes."

Brain Matter suddenly startled.

"You can speak Shaggai? That shouldn't be right—can you humans produce our third syllable?"

Xie Feng thought about it and pointed to the large mess inside his mouth.

Brain Matter stopped talking.

Xie Feng nodded and then closed his eyes.

He could finally rest, even if just for a little while.