I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

Hongye gently pushed her long dangling hair behind her ears and explained.

"I heard Yin Ping say that you are taciturn, don't you look like it?"

Lu Bian looked up and down the red leaves. From his point of view, she was indeed a beauty, but she was a little more heroic than those tender and delicate flowers.

Moreover, Hongye's fingers and tiger's mouth have a certain amount of cocoon skin, which is obviously a woman who knows martial arts.

"There's nothing to talk about with those who only know about flowers and birds."

Hongye glanced at Lu Bian, then turned around.

"Don't you want to know about the missing person, come with me."

Lu Bian kept up with it honestly, it was not a good thing to have a local to lead the way.

"You are also here for the missing person?"

They passed through a courtyard that was supposed to be fragrant with birds and flowers, but the vegetation here was a little desolate, and the flowers were still in buds, and they were unwilling to reveal themselves, which made the courtyard feel a little more decadent.

"Not exactly, the missing people are just phenomena, I'm here for the essence."

Hongye strode forward, as if she knew the Anxinyuan like the back of her hand.

"Utashima was shrouded in a fog of uncertainty a month ago, and the local Wajima Shrine immediately started purification work. As the poetry festival was approaching, many people were worried about whether the poetry festival would be held as scheduled. Some artists also announced that they would not participate in this poetry festival. But a week ago, the Wajima Shrine in Utashima announced that the pollution was completely under control."

She said as she walked.

"Two days ago, a painter named Wan Ye disappeared in Kojima, and only left a note in the room, the content was messy, roughly meaning, I went to find the witch."

"Woman witch? What does this word mean?"

Seeing Hongye walk into a secluded hut, Lu Bian hesitated for a moment, then checked it with the ultrasound of [Last Words], and there was no one else inside.

"You know Godko-sama, that is the priestess of the Hejima Taisha Shrine, the priestess who leads all the witches, and the spokesperson of the God of Hejima walking on the ground."

"That's right."

Lu Bian followed and walked in. There were several pieces of clothing on the table in the room, a picture frame covered with black cloth, and a note.

"But the Son of God was not selected from the beginning, but was finally determined by many candidate witches after many trials, screening, elimination."

Hongye picked up the note and handed it to Lu Han.

"And it is said that the eliminated witches, those who were once loved by the gods and finally missed, may become the witches of misfortune."

"In some parts of the island, the witch witch has become a religion."

Hearing this, Lu Jian looked at the note, the writing on it was messy, and he could vaguely distinguish some scribbled words.

"I see it, I see it, the light of my life, the fire of my lust, my soul, my sin, please forgive me"

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===100. Misfortune Witch ===

The text on this is very familiar.

This is the babble I heard when I extracted [Knowledge of a Madman].

The ravings heard at that time were frantic and messy, and now it seems that it may be the speech of the missing painter.

There are also words such as Witch Maiden on the note. Roughly connected, it is this painter named Wan Ye who saw Witch Witch and was fascinated by it, so he couldn't help but search for her, and finally disappeared.

"So the witch witch really exists?"

Lu Bian is not a local, or ordinary local people don't know about the witch, he is a little curious.

"does not exist."

Hongye replied immediately.

"The witches who lost in the competition of the gods will stay in the Hejima Taisha and continue to work. They are also candidates. If there is a problem with the gods, these priests are also eligible to inherit the position of gods."

"You seem to know this very well."

Lu Bian glanced at the clothes, which seemed to be stained with blood, as if soaked from the inside to the outside, but there was no obvious damage to the clothes.

"Because I'm one of them."

Hongye hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Are you a witch?"

Lu Bian looked up and down again. In his impression, the witches were all cold and out of the world, wearing red and white witch clothes, holding a bow and holding a dog.

"You say 'sit down' and try it?"

He couldn't help but speak.

"what?"

Hongye was stunned for a moment, raised his eyebrows, and then said uncertainly.

"sit down."

Lu Bing didn't move.

"Great, I'm not a dog."

He applauded happily.

"We suspect that the Wajima Shrine has been contaminated, and the reports of the officials sent before may have been tampered with. Something terrible is happening on this island, that's why I'm here."

Hongye, who had some doubts about her choice of Lu Jian, came to the picture frame covered by the black cloth, put her hand on the cloth, and seemed to hesitate to open it.

"You mean that the pollution of Songjima has not been purified, but directly eroded the witch. Isn't the current Songjima very dangerous?"

Lu Bian looked at the painting and continued talking.

"Why did you tell me this, what if I was one of them and came here to catch you out?"

"intuition."

The red leaves lifted the black cloth.

A surprising painting appeared in front of Lu Kian.

Most of the colors in the painting are full of chaos, and there is no aesthetic sense at all, but people think of words such as corpse, wreckage, and flesh and blood. Mistaken for real flesh and blood.

In the center part of the picture, although the shape can be recognized, most people may prefer that they have never seen it.

That is the arrangement and combination of a living human being after being spread out, as if to completely subvert the concept of "human" physiologically, placing different bodies in different positions, completely deconstructing every inch of human flesh and blood , only the most anti-social and anti-human guy can draw such a picture.

Lu Tian raised his eyebrows. He knew very well that if ordinary people saw this painting, they might torture their nerves with just one glance. If they were a little weaker, it would be a trivial matter to vomit and faint on the spot.

The red leaves also slightly avoided their eyes and looked elsewhere.

"This is the last painting that Wan Ye left in the house. I think his brain is no longer normal. After being polluted and eroded, there will be varying degrees of insanity. Some can be calmed down by means of a shrine, while others cannot. recover."

Seeing Hongye covering the black cloth, Lu Bian realized it with hindsight.

"So you want me to assist in the investigation?"

"You don't look like you're here specifically to participate in the poetry festival, it's more like you have other plans, but it doesn't matter, at least for now, our goals are the same."

Hongye nodded.

"It is."

Lu Bian didn't mind having one more friend, and he could help himself at critical moments.

Moreover, Hongye knew obviously more things. For Lu Jian, the more information, the higher the task exploration degree and the more benefits.

"What do you need my help for? What are your demands? Are there any more clues?"

Lu Bian asked.

"Although I came here in hiding, I ask the informant to get this information, and my own actions may have been known to the people of Utashima, but you are an outsider, and they have no reason to suspect a person from the Kashima Taisha Shrine. The Miko will cooperate with an outsider, and you can reach more people on the bright side."

Momiji answered simply.

"That is, the person who asked me to contact Utashima to collect clues?"

"That's right, according to the information I have collected, before Wan Ye disappeared, he went to the restaurant, tea room, and elegant room where the guests of An Xinyuan dined. You can go to these places to investigate. At midnight tonight, we can sneak into Hedao. shrine."

Hongye gave several locations that might have clues.

Lu Jian and her agreed on a time and place to meet in the evening, and then left the room separately.

"Although it's good to have help at the beginning, there is always a subtle feeling that this red leaf may not be trustworthy."

Lu Dian muttered to himself, it was not early, he came to the restaurant.

There are not many people in the restaurant of An Xinyuan, and you can see that several tables are empty, and where there are people, those poets and painters are also whispering, looking at everyone who enters the restaurant with suspicious eyes.

Lu Bian found a table and sat down, and ordered some food casually.

Originally, he should have eaten with Tachibana Masamune and Yinping at night, but they might be going to the tavern on the island, so Lu Kian could only reluctantly eat at the official restaurant in order to investigate.

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"Cough cough." "Cough cough cough." "Cough cough."

The sound of coughing in the restaurant was one after another, making people feel that this was a house where the disease was spreading, and they couldn't help covering their mouths and noses.

Lu Bian looked around and found that everyone who was eating normally seemed to be coughing, but the two men at the next table were eating what seemed to be in the lunch box they had brought, and behaved quite normally.

They watched Lu Bian order the dishes, and hesitated before speaking. They waited until Lu Bian's dishes were served and saw that he had picked up his chopsticks before speaking aloud.

"We advise you best not to eat the food here."

"what happened?"

Lu Bian's chopsticks stopped halfway.

"Just, not very good, not very good."

The two of them dawdled, and they didn't say anything for a long time.

"You mean, the food here may be contaminated?"

Lu Bian directly asked the two of them in a low voice.