Chapter 1999: The Impure Feast
(Warning: This chapter has a smell. It is recommended to consume it together with the next chapter after ten tonight; it can effectively aid weight loss.)
Mid-rank!
Having just emptied the entire ancient treasury and climbed up through a secret passage, Han Dong was startled by the butler who had come looking for him.
"Upper body": composed of over a thousand skulls, connected by mucus, hair, and maggots, then shrouded beneath an enormous gray curtain... altogether forming an irregular giant sphere.
"Lower body": merely two thin, withered humanoid legs covered in rotting sores.
An additional arm made of enormous tumors extended from beneath the cloak, supporting a specialized cane formed from multiple spiraling spines.
Besides the aura of an Impure One emanating from its body, the butler also exuded a pure scent of death.
It was also because of that death
that the butler immediately focused its attention on Han Dong. Different skulls jointly produced a discordant melody of varying pitches, making one's scalp tingle.
"Death~ Your death is very special, mixed with many different types.
The sand of Miskatonic, the black shadows of Crow Mountain, and sensations I have yet to experience... Come with me first~ The feast has begun, and the Ancestor has already arrived."
"Alright."
Han Dong and Kitt followed behind the butler, heading upward toward the Source Cave.
Despite the extreme imbalance between its upper and lower body, the butler moved swiftly through the uneven caverns.
Its slender legs easily supported the collection of thousands upon thousands of heads.
The supporting cane was more like an ornament, or perhaps an offensive tool it used to suppress and deal with abnormal situations.
As they walked,
Han Dong kept his eyes fixed on the butler, deeply concerned with its appearance.
Although such a