I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

However, at the next moment, accompanied by a heavy, grand, and indifferent bell, all these shadows were imprisoned back.

Lu Jian saw a huge rust-red planet floating high above the sky, but he didn't see the appearance of the planet clearly, and the whole person fell infinitely downward.

bang——

With a crisp crashing sound, Lu Jian sat down on a chair.

His vision gradually became clearer, and he found himself in a hall.

This hall looks old. There are thick cobwebs in the corners. The wood has become loose and fragile after being damp, moldy and scorched by the scorching sun. Even the chair that Lu Jian sat on feels old. He remembers that when he went back to his old home, the handle of the hoe he found in that dilapidated house had such a tactile feel.

The tabletop was a little soft, as if it had just been fished out after being soaked in water for a long time, it had been blown dry by the wind, and hadn't seen the sun yet.

Even though it is daytime, it still feels gloomy and cold.

"You came."

Beside him, a familiar voice sounded.

===611. Legacy===

Following the prestige, Lu Jian saw Xi Ya.

She looked haggard and pale, as if she hadn't eaten for several days. She was still wearing the heavy armor, but there were some shocking scars on the armor. It was hard to imagine that under the protection of magic, What kind of battle can leave those scars.

Fortunately, after seeing Lu Jian, Shia's eyes lit up a little.

"I was attacked while investigating an incident of a cultist. The other party summoned a family member of the evil god with a certain personality. It took a little time."

Shia noticed Lu Jian's gaze and explained.

"Where is this place?"

Lu Jian didn't know if Shia arrived earlier than himself, he asked.

This hall looks like it is used for meeting guests. There is an oil painting hanging on the opposite wall. The scene on the oil painting is very familiar to Lu Jian. It is the picture in "Shadow of Terror" in the ancient capital. The human body spreads, horrified and weird.

If the seal in charge of the ancient capital weakens, then this painting alone is enough to attract some dangerous monsters.

Now that it can be hung here in such a grand manner, at least it means that there is no problem with the ancient capital for the time being.

It's just that the owner of the house is really weird to put such a thing in the place where the guests are greeted.

"This should be that mansion."

Shia looked at the environment, she stood up, and released a detection technique casually.

After a while, she looked towards the closed door. .

"someone is coming."

The next moment, there was a knock on the door.

A person pushed the door and entered, and Lu Jian saw that it was an old housekeeper, wearing a decent suit, wearing a monocle, combing his hair back, and he looked proficient in business.

"Two guests, my master invites you to come over."

The old butler saluted the two of them, and then said.

"Row."

Lu Yi and Xi Ya looked at each other, got up and followed the old housekeeper.

This mansion is indeed very old, the walls and pillars have a decaying smell, and it seems to have been soaked in water for a long time, it feels soft to the touch, and has a musty smell.

The decoration of the corridor is simple and plain, not as scary as the living room, but from time to time, you can still see an oil painting depicting the eerie scenes in the works of the ancient capital.

"Your master likes the ancient capital very much?"

Lu Jian asked suddenly.

"The master liked to collect some treasures during his lifetime, and the works of Mr. Gudu are naturally precious."

The old butler didn't look back, but replied in a polite and elegant tone.

"Is it worth it?"

Lu Tuantuo is not very clear, he only knows that the works of the ancient capital are very popular, but he does not know who these paintings are from and what their origins are.

"Mr. Gu Du has been silent for many years, and there are not many authentic works of him left in the world. These paintings were created by well-known painters at that time for Mr. Gu Du, and they are very valuable."

The old housekeeper explained.

"for many years?"

Shia was a little confused, she seemed to think of something, but she held back and didn't speak.

Not long after walking, the two came to a restaurant-like room.

This room was larger than the previous one, with a long table and some people sitting around it. A huge crystal chandelier hung on the high dome of the dining room. It became much brighter.

But the restaurant still exudes a damp smell just salvaged from the bottom of the sea, which makes the seemingly gorgeous hall a bit more gloomy and bleak.

There are windows in the restaurant, and Lu Juan casually glanced out of the window. It was a lush forest. Although the sun was fierce, the dense forest still gave people a feeling of depression and breathlessness.

If it wasn't for the scenery, Lu Jian might have thought that this mansion was located on the bottom of the sea, where the Dragon King lived in prison.

He turned his gaze back into the house.

There are four people in the room.

One of the middle-aged men was standing by the window. He was wearing a decent suit, and a gold chain was connected from the pocket to the inside of the vest. The man carefully looked at the people in the room, and took out the gold chain from time to time. The pocket watch tells the time - although there is a magnificent wall clock in the dining room.

A young woman is sitting next to the chair near the main seat. She is young and beautiful, with light makeup and a plain cheongsam that fits her body. Seeing the old housekeeper bring Lu Juan and Xi Ya in, she subconsciously bites Lips, looking at this side with the eyes of a wounded small animal.

A man about 50 years old was leaning on the sofa beside him. His suit was drooping casually, looking bohemian. This man's hair was messy like seaweed, but his body was very strong, like a bull. Seeing Lu Jian and Shia coming in , the man narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced at them as if looking at them.

The last person is a lady, gorgeous, trying to cover up the signs of aging with makeup, she is wearing fur, holding a fan, sitting directly opposite the main seat, when she noticed Lu Lian, her eyes lit up, But then he covered his expression with a fan.

The butler quickly introduced these people to Lu Yi and Shia.

The man holding the pocket watch is called Rum, the eldest son of the deceased. He runs a tobacco business in the abandoned city and has a rich family fortune.

The young woman was Lily, the lover of the deceased. She was originally a maid who took care of the deceased, but later became the hostess for various reasons. At this moment, she was the most feared by the children of the deceased.

The 50-year-old man is the deceased's partner, Gao De, a good friend. On the surface, he came to mourn the deceased, but the actual purpose is unknown.

The last lady was Emma, ​​the eldest daughter of the deceased. She only knew how to spend time and drink, hang out with those young and handsome guys, and she came back this time, obviously for inheritance.

"There are only two people left, and we are all here."

The old housekeeper glanced at several people and said.

"Who else is missing?"

Lu Bian asked.

"Well, it's still missing Master Byron who is in charge of the ceremony, and the detectives from the Drizzt Detective Agency."

The old butler replied.

Hearing this reply, Lu Jian nodded slightly.

Leaving Drizzt aside, Master Byron who is in charge of the ceremony is probably the heir of the Heming Sect. There is no investigation condition for this mission, it only needs to survive until the end of the night of summoning souls, and the difficulty of sublimation means that there is a high possibility of Things related to the old rulers, so Lu Yi guessed that Master Byron should be the core existence of this mission.

After waiting for a while, the old butler seemed to have a feeling, and left the restaurant at a steady pace, and then he led a person in.

"Let me introduce to everyone, this is the big detective from the Drizzt Detective Agency."

The old housekeeper introduced.

The other four took a deep look at the visitor, all showing expressions of vigilance or awe.

Only Lu Jian and Shia became serious when they saw this great detective.

Because that person was not Drizzt.

Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket!

===612. Rainstorm Villa===

The man was dressed like Drizzt in a deerstalker hat, a double-breasted coat, a long cloak, shiny shoes, and a briar pipe in his hand.

But this is not Drizzt.

Lu Lian recognized it at the first sight. This is Stone, a young man who once caused a bloody storm in the gangsters of the abandoned capital.

It's just that he is now close to Drizzt's age, and looks more mature and capable, just like Drizzt back then.

Stone scanned the room and quickly noticed Lu Yi and Shia. His expression did not change, he just walked into the room, lit the tobacco in the pipe, took a deep breath, and then spoke.

"Gentlemen, I have been commissioned by Mr. Browning to conduct an investigation after his death."

Hearing Stone's words, the gorgeous lady spoke first. .

"Investigate? Investigate what. My father died of a heart attack. His attending physician, Roger, has also emphasized this. I don't think there is any need to invite detectives to investigate."

She didn't seem too happy about Stone's presence as a detective.

"I haven't said anything yet about the investigation, Ms. Emma."

Stone chuckled, which made the lady's expression stiffen and her eyes narrowed.

"Don't worry, what I want to investigate is Mr. Browning's legacy left in this room."

"heritage?"

Hearing this word, the eldest son Rum's eyes lit up with a pocket watch in his hand.

"Yes, do you know this mansion?"

Seeing that everyone else was looking at him, Stone took a sip of the gas in the pipe, and waited until his lungs were infiltrated and brought a joyful feeling, before he took a long breath, swirling the smoke around him.

After a while, Stone spoke.

"This is now Mr. Browning's private property, but before he bought it, the name of the mansion was Stormy Rain Mountain Villa. It is said that this is the house built by Taoist Heming. For a few years, Taoist Heming lived here and devoted himself to cultivating Taoism."

Hearing what Stone said, several people had different reactions.

Rum's expression became more relaxed, he seemed to have thought of something, showing a greedy look.