I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

Lu Bian pointed to the monster. Since the boatman didn't have any unusual reactions, it must be a very tame creature.

However, when he turned his head and looked at the boatman, the old man was already terrified and jumped into the sea.

The next moment, Lu Bian felt that he was being lifted up.

The whole ship was lifted up, and the huge whale monster jumped out of the sea, made a heart-pounding low cry, rolled over, and fell heavily into the sea.

Lu Bian fell into the sea with a thud, only a few bubbles came out.

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===097.Welcome to the Poetry Festival ===

The moment he fell into the sea, Lu Kian was most fortunate that he brought waterproof compressed dry food with him.

In this way, if you drift on a desert island, you will not run out of ammunition and food.

In the clear sea, he saw that the huge whale didn't come towards him. It might have simply turned over, just like humans walking on the road wouldn't notice the life and death of the ants under their feet.

The whale passed away in a hurry, and its swimming speed was no less than the sailfish Lu Bian had seen on TV.

Fortunately, it did not choose to hit the barque in the distance, but moved to the other side.

At this time, Lu Bian only saw the whole picture of the whale.

In fact, it is not appropriate to call it "whale".

That huge, [-]-meter-long spindle-shaped body is just a part of the monster's body.

In the deeper sea, where even sunlight is impenetrable, on the seabed that used to be covered with coral, there is a huge monster that is difficult to describe in words. The head of this whale is just one of its tentacles, and such a There are at least one hundred tentacles.

Lu Kian even had the illusion that the island was hosted on the body of the monster, and the monster was much bigger than the island.

On that dark, pitch-black, and deep seabed, some indescribable existence was spying on Song Island from the bottom up. In front of them, human creations were just a drop in the ocean.

Lu Bian floated in the sea, and when he saw those huge tentacles, he seemed to want to go up and tie up the three-masted sailboat.

Just then, a flame burst out from the fog.

The flames were cold and blue, giving people a chilling feeling.

Just like a meteor, it drilled directly into the water, and it was not extinguished because of the sea water, but the flame became more and more blazing, illuminating the dark sea.

Lu Bian saw that, like a signal flare, the flames sank to the bottom of the sea, and around, countless strange-looking fishes circled the cluster of flames down, and landed on the monster's towering body like a mountain.

The next moment, the sea was restless as if it were boiling.

The huge monster was like paper soaked in water, suddenly twisted and torn apart.

Countless black images are ink, which spread out in the sea, but quickly became the fuel of flames. The flame spread in the depths of the ocean. Following the shadows that spread like ink, a searing wave burst out from the bottom of the sea. Even Lu Bian felt a warm current on his face.

There were three cracks on both sides of his neck, and he was greedily absorbing the oxygen in the water, but Lu Bian always felt that the taste of the water was a little strange, as if it was mixed with some impurities that did not belong to nature.

Lu Bian looked at the bottom of the sea. Between the complex seabed ravines, the flames were still burning, and the monsters, or the remains of the monsters, were burned. Only then did he realize that it was not a real monster, but more like a certain monster. The hallucinations formed by the aggregation of these microbes.

On the surface, Lu Bian saw in the distance that a small dhow was watching the fire from across the bank.

He shouted.

The port side of the sailboat flickered for a moment, and then it turned slightly toward the landing trip.

About 10 minutes later, Lu Jian finally returned to the boat again.

"You are very lucky to be able to see the scene of God Son getting rid of evil."

In addition to the busy crew, there were three passengers on board.

The clothes on their bodies are quite Japanese-style, with the upper body being a satin kimono with left-back sleeves, and the lower body being trousers and boots. According to the description learned by Lu Kian watching the movie, it is close to the style of the Taisho period.

It's just that they don't look like traditional Asians, they are more like mixed races, and one of the young women has short dark gray hair, which is particularly eye-catching.

"Am I lucky?"

Lu Bian didn't quite understand it. He was rowing the boat like this, looking at the scenery, and suddenly he was overturned and fell into the sea. The poor boatman couldn't tell how much he still had left. Is this lucky?

"Those are filth, formed by the grievances of the undead above the sea, and they will form the appearance of giant monsters, which can only be destroyed with pure fire."

The first man who spoke to Lu Bian just now said that he was wearing a painter's hat on his head. Looking at Lu Bian, he took off the hat and saluted.

"I am Tang Zhengzong, I am a painter, I don't know your honorable name?"

"Lu Bian, um, I'm a director."

Lu Bing told the truth.

"Is it rehearsing a play? That's amazing."

Next to Tachibana Masamune, the young man with a folding fan clapped his hands and saluted at the same time. Although his hair was black, he had a few strands of crimson highlights, which was quite trendy.

"In Xia Yinping, I'm just a poet."

The man who called himself Yinping approached again and whispered to Lu Bian.

"The lady's name is Hongye, but it's not very easy to approach, it's very cold."

"Oh."

Lu Bian responded, not very interested.

His target is the missing artist, so the one who appears in front of him now is definitely not the target, and it seems that they have just arrived, so there is little suspicion.

"But then again, even if I'm here, apart from the annual New Year's ceremony of the Heshima Taisha Shrine, I've never seen the scene of Lord Kamiko attacking the filth. Now that I look at it, it's really shocking. The tide of pure fire, Namba is full of beaches, and there is not a moment when we meet, only to sigh that life will be ruined."

Looking at the pure fire that illuminated the seabed, Yin Ping couldn't help but compose a poem.

The pronunciation of Kamiko in the language of Hejima is the same as that of the shrine maiden, and it seems to be the title of Saio of the Taisha Shrine.

"How long will it take for these net fires to go out?"

Lu Bian asked curiously, because the shape and condition of the flame reminded him of the glazed fire in his bag. According to the description, the glazed fire was also used by the priestess of the Heshima Taisha Shrine, that is, the King of Zhai. The power of fire was quite helpful to him later.

However, when Lu Bian's words came out, both Yinping and Tachibana Masamune looked at him with rather strange eyes, and even the woman Hongye, who was overlooking the sea in the distance, turned her head and glanced at Lu Bian, a foreigner.

"The pure fire will not go out, Brother Lu Bian, after these flames burn up the filth, they will use the seabed as fuel and continue to burn for eternity. It was the same in the past, it is the same now, and it will be the same in the future."

Tachibana Masamune explained.

"If it burns like this, one day, the whole sea will be in flames, right?"

Lu Bian said something casually.

"Exactly."

Yin Ping nodded slightly.

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Lu Bian was a little puzzled. In such a situation where the end of the world is within reach, why do these people seem not worried at all?

"Life and death, the shed head puppet, when the line is broken, it will fall into the air, since you are studying art, then what is the importance of life and death, death is not the end, but another form of life, Master Lu Bian , Since you are in Song Island, you should indulge in enjoyment and cling to those mundane things that are wasteful."

Yin Ping snapped open the fan painted with flowers, birds, wind and moon, and seemed not to worry about safety at all, and pointed to the front.

In the sparse fog, there was an island standing, presumably Utashima where the poetry festival was held.

However, Lu Bian vaguely saw that there was a huge figure hiding in the fog on the island, walking on the high sky.

===098. Can they be responsible ===

Lu Bian took a closer look and saw that it was a puppet.

The joints are hidden under the kimono, the face is as white as ceramics, and the blush and lipstick easily remind Lu Bian of paper figurines, but this doll has a strange feeling different from traditional paper figurines.

If the paper figurines with eyes are given the characteristics of living things to dead things, which leads to the Uncanny Valley effect.

Then this doll has a similar appearance to a human but is too large to cause a foreign body sensation.

Lu Bian saw that the huge puppet was still beckoning in his direction, and with the dull smile on the puppet's face, it made the scalp numb.

"Is this this year's welcome mascot? It really has the style of Utashima, you know, Lu Kizuna, this is a special product of Utashima, called the Joruri doll, and it is a masterpiece by the master of Bunraku."

Tachibana Masamune seemed to like the puppet that seemed to come from the underworld, and even raised his hand to take the frame, as if thinking about how to draw it.

"I heard that there seems to be some accident in Utashima recently, there is a strange fog filling?"

Seeing that there was a needle in the hole, Lu Jian asked casually while he looked away from the terrifying puppet's face.

"Are you the fog of uncertainty? It doesn't matter. Although Utashima was harassed by the fog of uncertainty before, there is no problem at all. At least that's what the organizer said, and you see, how peaceful the island is. "

Tachibana Masamune didn't care, still admiring the huge doll hanging high in the clouds.

"The fog of uncertainty is very common at sea, and sometimes it floats near inhabited islands, causing pollution. This is the case this time, but the shrine in Utashima has already dispatched a priestess to purify, so it's not a big problem."

Yin Ping didn't care either.

Lu Bian nodded.

It's just that he noticed that when Tachibana Masamune and Yinping said these words, the woman Hongye on the side showed a slightly disdainful expression.

"If there is still pollution in Utashima, then how dare he let all the artists of Hedao come here, can he bear the responsibility of people like me for accidents? So just think about it, you can understand that this place should be safe."

Tachibana Masamune saw that Lu Bian didn't quite believe it, and reassured him again.

Lu Bian was no longer confused.

Because he felt that there was still [-]% pollution in Utashima.

Otherwise, there would be no disappearance of the artist.

The sailboat entered the harbour, which was indeed a grand harbour, as the hapless boatman said.

It's just that there are almost no ships in the port of Song Island, which is sparse and extremely lonely.

"Why doesn't there seem to be anyone?"

Lu Bian glanced at it. The huge puppet was only tied by a rope and was connected to a building in the port. It looked very light. Under the puppet, stood several people dressed like the people around him. Man, what is being discussed.

"It may be the influence of the fog of uncertainty before. That fog will make people confused and insane at sea. Even if it is purified, it will always be dreadful. The ship that Master Lu Bian sent you didn't dare to approach. "