I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

"Because the name of the painting is "Hell Change", I think it fits the current scene very well."

Lu Bian chuckled lightly, pulled up the red leaves and walked towards the entrance and exit from the atrium.

"Master Lu Bian is leaving now, the most exciting performance is about to begin."

Yin Ping dissuaded regretfully.

"Well, I'll be back when I go."

Lu Bian replied, taking one last look at this hellish scene.

The island guards who guarded the atrium did not stop them. Lu Kian and Hongye easily came to the prison of Anxinyuan, where the person who went crazy during the day was detained here.

The monster-like island is guarded at the door. For some reason, Lu Kian can see the alertness from the face of these monsters.

It feels like staying with them for a while, Lu Bian will be able to fully understand the every move of these monsters.

"I am the witch of the Heshima Shrine. Here is the proof. We suspect that the prisoners held there have been contaminated and need to be investigated."

Momiji took out a piece of sandalwood, which looked like an identification card for Wajima Shrine.

“So convenient!”

Lu Bian saw that the islands pursued retreating to both sides and made way.

Hongye and Lu Ban walked down the dark and damp cell, one after the other, and could see that it was very empty and there were no other prisoners.

There was only a mass of dark green flesh curled up in the corner of the cell.

Lu Bian couldn't recognize whether this person was the one from yesterday, but Hongye leaned over.

"You are Wan Ye?"

There was a shimmer of light on her body, and the warm light was like the clear brilliance of the moonlight, which made the green fleshy mass react.

"...help me, help me, I'm not a monster, I'm a human, I'm not a monster, I'm a human..."

The meatball made a vague sound, and Lu Bian could vaguely distinguish that it was the lunatic he saw yesterday.

"Are you Wan Ye?"

Lu Bian also asked for confirmation.

"Wan Ye... Yes, yes, yes, I am Wan Ye, I am Wan Ye, please save me, save me... Lord Witch, Witch Witch, please help me, help me..."

The meatball's voice was rapid, as if pleading.

"I've lost my mind..."

Lu Jian muttered to himself, in his field of vision, the straws of the dungeon were entangled, forming a systematic text under the underworld soundtrack from outside.

【Participate in the Poetry Festival: 1/1】

【Looking for the missing artist: 1/1】

[Survival until the end of the poetry festival: 69:41:16]

It seems that this is Wanye.

Lu Bian was relieved.

If he hadn't gone to the shrine in Utashima, he probably wouldn't have been able to find out about the abnormal conditions of the entire island because of the knowledge he acquired, so he could infer the true identity of Wanye.

Now there is only one thing left to survive until the end of the poetry festival.

"Can you cure him?"

Lu Kian asked Hongye.

"I can try..."

Hongye raised her hand.

Some kind of golden streamer flowed from her fingertips, turned into silk threads, and wrapped around the lump of meat.

In Lu Bian's eyes, the piece of meat quickly twisted and shrank, becoming the appearance of a human.

Although the limbs are still a little slender and the skin darkened, at least it looks like a person.

"Perhaps this person's physique is special, so he can still remain sensible in the case of alienation?"

Lu Bian pondered what was so special about Wan Ye.

But the sound from outside didn't give Lu Han much time.

He heard that the originally gloomy music became a melody, a melody that he was somewhat familiar with.

"...Pray to God, in this life and this life, the flesh is mourning, the dream is gone..."

This is the song that Lukun heard when he got lost in the torii gate on the mountain!

He directly used a crowbar to open the door of the dungeon, let Hongye help the weak painter, and walked out of the dungeon by himself.

When he came to the tower and looked out at the atrium, Lu Bian saw that the performance had reached the white-hot stage, countless monsters gathered together, and in the middle of the things around them stood a witch.

The witch was wearing a traditional white robe with a red hakama, holding a rusted Kagura bell in her hand, surrounded by mist, and seemed to be dancing gracefully.

All the monsters were crawling towards her, bowing their heads, as if worshiping something.

"That's it, the Witch of Misfortune?"

Lu Kian vaguely touched the deepest secret of the island.

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August 2 monthly pass plus update 3/[-]

===110.【Colored Glass Fire】===

If the hell scene where the demons danced in the past was enough to make one’s mind collapse, then now, with many monsters crawling on the ground, there is only a scene of a clean witch dancing in the absolutely filthy world, which does have a little charm.

This shrine maiden was different from the slightly desolate and bleak appearance that Lu Han had seen before. It was more like a projection from the past. , life and death, in this moment a strong contrast.

This song reverberated on the entire island. All people, all creatures, and all buildings fell silent at this moment, listening to this song that came from nowhere or when.

Even Lu Bian felt calm.

No, not right.

This peaceful state of mind is not normal.

Lu Bian felt that his blood was cooling down, all his obsessions had to dissipate, and only death was the only destination.

He saw that the mist spread from the witch's body and swept the monsters.

The monster has undergone further alienation.

Several monsters came together and turned into a huge, faltering, six-legged worm whose mouthparts were full of fangs and layered like the mouth of a hagfish.

The bird soaring in the sky let out a shriek, and then its head split, and the split wound quickly healed, turning into the appearance of two heads. The two newborn heads seemed to be at odds, pecking at each other, and falling into the sea in a blink of an eye. devoured by a huge monster.

The trees began to sway, the leaves quickly withered and turned black, and heavy and full fruits grew from the branches. The fruits turned over and turned out to be human heads.

In the sky, the huge and strange Jingliu glass doll also changed. Its abdomen was split open, and the dark green pus fell like rain. The green rain poured on the ground. Shaped plants grow, and those monsters roam in the small lake formed by the pus, which is very comfortable.

Even the buildings began to become old and rotten, and the walls showed the shape of human faces, as if they were struggling and enjoying themselves.

The fog spread towards Lujian, and all the island practice were crawling on the ground, worshipping the shrine maiden.

Undoubtedly, this is the woe witch, and this is the culprit of everything that happened in Utashima.

Whether she was brought by the fog of uncertainty, or whether she created the fog of uncertainty, Lu Bian is not sure.

But he can probably know that the island itself is part of a certain ritual, and the witch is the core of the ritual. I don't know who is the leader of the ritual, and now he is waiting for everything to develop naturally.

As for what the ceremony could ultimately produce, Lu Bian guessed that it was probably something that could fight against the Son of God.

"Now that the farce of the poetry festival should end."

Lu Tian muttered to himself, he saw Hong Ye helped Wan Ye and walked out.

He didn't know when or not the pure fire of the Son of God would come. Lu Bian only knew that he had to stop the dense fog from spreading.

The white mist that covered the sun spread very fast, and suddenly enveloped him.

The more grainy air that was felt in the shrine last night poured into Lu Yi's nose and mouth, and the severe pain that could not be described as a burning sensation instantly tore Lu Yi's lungs and respiratory tract, as well as his stomach. , liver, kidney, as long as they stay in this fog for another 3 minutes, Lu Juan will die in the most distorted appearance.

Different lines appeared on his arms, and Lu Bian could see that a third hand was emerging from his elbow, a cuticle appeared on the palm, and the bones were growing wildly in the body, trying to break out of the body.

Lu Bian had almost lost all his vision, and he could only feel that the red leaves in front of him opened a shimmering hood, covering Wan Ye and himself.

The tearing sensation caused by the fog eased a little, but a more severe pain surged up, almost occupying Lu Kian's consciousness.

He saw that he seemed to be no longer in human form, and even if weeds were constantly pouring out of his body, it was difficult to resist the erosion of the mist that surpassed the limits of human beings.

[Obtained Item: Sigh of Uncertain Mist]

Even the cold and indifferent words of the system made Lu Bian feel an inexplicable intimacy. He barely supported himself, grabbed the tattered bag with his third hand, and took out a bottle from it.

The bottle was filled with a black flame, which contained orange-red, light yellow, dark green, and azure colors, like a flowing rainbow, and like a swirling galaxy, and the little rays of light were like stars, dazzling.

【Glass Fire】

When she saw this, Hongye's expression changed obviously. She was a little surprised and regretful, but Hongye didn't speak.

Lu Bian threw the thing hard in the direction where the mist was coming. Although his body was riddled with holes, he felt that his body had endless power.

Some kind of nothingness covered Lu Jian's body, like a puppet on a string, Lu Jian's tattered body was forcibly driven up, and the bottle was just thrown out, and it was about 50 meters away from him. It landed with a bang.

In the thick fog, Lu Bian couldn't see how the bottle shattered. He could only hear a small sound from the silent fog, and then, the light shone brightly.

Some people say that there is fire in this world first, and then there are human beings. Fire is a symbol of civilization and a savage sword for human reason to defeat evil beasts.

Now, not far away, a nascent flame rises.

The colorful brilliance jumped on the flame, and it was unbelievable that the fuel of the flame was the fog itself.

Like a hot knife cutting through butter, like a wildfire igniting the grassland, the flames spread in an instant.

The thick fog that filled the entire island, like a frightened beast, suddenly began to shrink.

Lu Bian vaguely saw the shimmering light around Hongye flickering one after another, and the surrounding fog seemed to be no longer an air current, but a solid sandstorm, hitting Hongye's fragile protection little by little.

The mist seems to want to suppress the pure flame by restraining itself.