I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

Hongye was startled, the black-haired witch looked at Lu Bian, the hazy moonlight shone on his face, reminding people of the poem he read earlier.

"Perhaps, yes."

She responded with a complicated expression.

===108. The essence of madness===

No sleep for one night.

In the early morning, the slightly tired Hongye opened the window and saw Lu Han in the yard. There were several birds chirping next to him. If it was matched with the gradually dyed and falling cherry blossoms, it would definitely be a beautiful picture from the master. .

——If you ignore that the birds are already alienated.

cha cha cha-

The group of things that looked like a united worm made a low chirping sound, and they stood beside Lu Kian with some fear, chirping, forming a somewhat unimaginable scene.

Beside Lu Bian, some kind of nothingness was warning the birds. Hongye couldn't tell whether the thing was a human or a monster. Air friends were strange stories, and the witches knew very little, because most of the hosts had already been discovered when they were discovered. died.

"Aren't you afraid of these things?"

Hongye straightened her clothes, put on her boots, and walked out of the room.

"In their cognition, they are still just ordinary birds, doing the same things as ordinary birds, why should I be afraid of them, will they swallow me?"

Lu Bing didn't care.

There was a backpack next to him, and a crowbar next to him, as if he was already in a state of war.

"But no matter how disguised, what is self-knowledge, monsters are monsters."

Hongye let out a sigh.

"Actually, I think it doesn't matter whether monsters are monsters or not. If these beings are just ugly, but they are harmless to people, then we don't need to be afraid of them. On the contrary, those who are beautiful but may hurt other people are even more Worth watching."

With that said, Lu Bian withdrew the hand that was teasing the "birds". The fingers were already burned by flames. He looked at it and cut the skin with a knife. The dark yellow blood gushed out at the same time. , more grass and trees spread out from the skin, wrapped around the fingers, and healed and smoothed the wound.

Under the sun, the grass and trees are full of greenery, but when it grows on Lu Bian's body, it is a little scary.

"It's just that the birds themselves carry pollution, and through their flight, this pollution may spread to other islands, so unfortunately, they can't continue to live."

Hearing Lu Bian's words, Hongye didn't know why, but felt relieved.

Although this person seems to have a lot of secrets, his physique, and personality are also different from ordinary people, but he seems to have a clearer understanding of abnormal things.

"By the way, we can finally investigate the missing artist today."

Lu Bian turned around and said.

"Why are you still following him?"

Red leaves are puzzled.

The pollution of this island should be more serious. This is a disaster that will directly burn the entire island if it is not handled well. What problems will there be with the missing artist?

"Think about it, this island has already become like this. Almost all the people on the entire island have become alienated and become monsters. Logically, this should be a mess, right?"

Lu Bian pulled out the grass from his hand one by one, revealing the fresh and intact skin underneath.

"Then why is the island orderly and only the disappearance of Wan Ye, the artist, caused a little disturbance?"

Hearing Lu Bian's rhetorical question, Hongye's mind suddenly brightened.

According to what Lu Kian just said, the bird still thinks that it is a bird, so it still acts according to the behavior pattern of the bird.

The alienated humans on the island still think they are normal humans, and they will live as normal as before.

However, those who can see the truth can find that the island is full of monsters, and he can see through everything, but in the eyes of ordinary "people", those who find the truth are lunatics.

"So he disappeared, not because of the alienation, but because he was not alienated and was aware of the changes on this island?"

Hongye finally understood everything.

"Well, on this island, the craziest looking person is the most rational person."

Lu Bing nodded.

"Do you remember the lunatic we met yesterday on our way here?"

"he?"

After the red leaves are aware of it.

If according to Lu Bian's logic, the person who looks crazy is the most normal person, and the missing painter Wan Ye is most likely the lunatic who was killed yesterday?

"No, but he has already undergone alienation. It should not be. If his body is polluted and alienated, but his mind is not polluted, then what will happen?"

"This should be."

Lu Bian remembered the content of the first episode. The protagonist who was the mainstay of the family suddenly turned into a big beetle. The family went from helping to disgusting him, and finally let him die alone in bed.

If a person suddenly finds that the body of himself and the people around him has changed and become a monster, and the people around him are used to it, and only he is aware of this, then his spirit will definitely be severely tortured and eventually collapse. .

It's like blowing water with a few friends in the group during the summer vacation. Everyone said that they didn't do their summer homework at all, ready to go back to school, and quickly finished copying and explaining things. As a result, they also fished for two months and didn't move at all. There are a lot of works, but when the school started, I found that all the friends of the dog group gathered to finish writing two days before the holiday, and only I did not move a single stroke.

I must have thought the clown turned out to be me.

"If you can stay rational, there may be room for salvation. After all, there is still the saying that the body is disabled and strong, isn't it?"

Lu Bian is confident.

He walked out of the house with Momiji and saw Masamune Tachibana and Yinping.

These two people had turned into two strange lumps of indescribable flesh, the sharp teeth rubbed against the flesh, and several eyeballs spun, and finally looked at Lu Bian.

"Looks like you two had a good night."

Yinping's fleshy tentacles are still pinching his fan, and he looks like a literati among monsters.

Hongye calmed down and did not respond.

Lu Tian smiled and followed them to the atrium of the An Xinyuan. It was spacious and bright, and a lot of "people" had already gathered.

Lu Bian saw that the painters and poets in kimonos had all turned into twisted and weird monsters. Those who were either wriggling, waving tentacles, full of eyes, or bone-strewn monsters gathered in the atrium, just like one. The picture scroll of Vice Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night.

Coupled with the jorui doll floating in the sky, it is full of strange feeling.

"It's really impressive, this year's poetry festival looks quite grand too!"

"Although something like that happened before, it looks like it's all right. Believe in Utashima's followers."

"I've been here for a long time, and I don't feel anything unusual at all. Sure enough, everything must be seen with my own eyes, and I can't make subjective assumptions about whether it is there or not."

"I don't know what the title of this year's poem is, I'm looking forward to it."

There were murmurs in the air. These monsters were communicating what they had seen and heard, and they seemed to be looking forward to the festival.

Standing among these monsters, Hongye has a perverse feeling.

Only Lu Bian remained silent.

With colorful fireworks, the poetry festival begins.

Ask for a recommendation ticket, a monthly ticket!

===109. Hades Show (monthly ticket plus more!) ===

The first thing Lu Bian saw was a group of monsters.

These monsters should theoretically be dressed up and dancing.

But in Lu Bian's eyes, there was only a strange picture of monsters intertwined with each other.

Even the music is like grief.

Usually Lu Bian is complained that he likes to work in the underworld, but Lu Bian feels that the festival performance in front of him is the real underworld.

Those monsters with exposed skeletons that look like insects come and go, as if they are rehearsing a grand drama.

"This represents the birth and destruction of Wajima, and the rebirth performance is quite good."

"Yeah, yeah, this kind of artistic expression is unique and amazing."

"I saw the future, hope, and the spirit of Wajima from the performances of these people."

"What moved me and brought tears to my eyes, this year's poetry festival was amazing!"

"It is because of such people that Kazushima can survive with difficulty!"

Everyone expressed their emotions one after another, thanking the Hejima Taisha Shrine and the people around them.

It seems that the performance is quite artistic.

"Master Lu Bing, what are you looking for, such performances are rarely seen elsewhere."

Yinping, who was beside him, waved his fan, and asked Lu Bian, who was looking around.

"It's really rare."

Lu Bian watched the centipede-like monster constantly twist, and felt that he really couldn't appreciate such art.

He is looking for people who are not mutated.

Or at least monsters that behave relatively abnormally.

Unfortunately, Lu Bian didn't find it.

Those old people with children, couples holding hands, friends walking together, artists attending alone, all turned into monsters.

These monsters cheered, celebrated, cheered, danced, sang, and sang poetry in the atrium, like humans, but not humans.

Even Lu Bian saw that the eaves and corners, the tall pavilions, were all stained with a deep purple color, which seemed to be stained after the blood had coagulated, making the entire courtyard a terrifying hell.

"I once read a novel saying that in order to complete his painting, a painter asked the local lord to find a woman and burn him alive in the car as a reference. I didn't expect that the lord found the painter's. Daughter, the painter was horrified at first, but in the end he showed a frenzied look, and painted a painting in the midst of his daughter's pain and wailing."

Lu Bian watched the monsters' flamboyant performance enter the next stage, and the soundtrack of the underworld echoed in the atrium, he said casually.

"What does this mean, Brother Lu Bian?"

Tachibana Masamune's eyes were densely packed with eyes, his body was rotting and full of abscesses, he turned his head and asked.