I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

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A sleepless night.

In the early morning, the slightly tired Hongye pushed open the window and saw Lu Jian in the yard, with several birds singing beside him. If it is matched with the cherry blossoms that are gradually dyed and falling, then it is definitely a beautiful picture from the master .

——If you ignore those birds that have been alienated.

Chachacha——

The group of worm-like things imitated the low chirping of birds, and they stood beside Lu Jian with some fear, singing, forming a somewhat unimaginable scene.

Beside Lu Lian, some kind of nothingness is guarding those birds. Hongye can't tell whether that thing is a human or a monster. The air friend is a strange story, and the witches know very little about it, because most of the hosts are already dead when they are discovered. died.

"Aren't you... not afraid of these things?"

Momiji tidied up 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? Could it be that they will swallow me in one gulp?"

Lu Jian didn't care.

There was a backpack next to him, and a crowbar next to him, as if he was ready for battle.

"But no matter how you pretend, what self-awareness you have, a monster is a monster."

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 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 more Worth watching."

With that said, Lu Juan withdrew his hand from teasing those "birds". There were marks of being burned by flames on his finger. He looked at it and cut the skin with a knife, and the dark yellow blood gushed out at the same time. , more vegetation spread out from the skin, wrapped around the fingers, and healed and smoothed the wound.

Under the sun, the vegetation is lush and green, but growing on Lu Jian's body is a bit scary.

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

"

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

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

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

Lu Jian turned and said again.

"Why are you still paying attention to him?"

Hongye was 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 properly. So what problem will the missing artist have?

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

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

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

Hearing Lu Jian's rhetorical question, the thoughts in Hongye's mind suddenly brightened.

According to what Lu Jian said just now, 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 that they are still normal humans, and they will live normally as before.

However, a person who can see the truth can find that the island is full of monsters, he can see through everything, but in the eyes of ordinary "people", the person who discovers the truth is a lunatic.

"...That's why he disappeared, not because of alienation, but because he was not alienated and noticed the changes on this island?"

Hongye finally understood everything.

"Well, on this island, the craziest people are the most rational people."

Lu Jian nodded.

"Do you remember that madman we met yesterday on the way here?"

"......he?"

Red leaves are bewildered.

If according to Lu Jian's logic, people who look crazy are the most normal people, and the missing painter Wan Ye is likely to be the lunatic who was killed yesterday?

"No, but he has already been alienated. It should be... No, if his body is polluted and alienated, but his spirit is not polluted, then what will happen?"

"should be."

Lu Jian remembered the content of a novel. The main character who was the mainstay of the family suddenly turned into a big beetle. The family went from helping to disgusting, and finally made him die alone on the bed.

If a person suddenly finds that the bodies of himself and the people around him have 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 he will 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, and they were 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. A mountain of works, but when the school started, I found that all the friends of the dog group gathered together to finish writing two days before the holiday, and only I didn't move.

It definitely felt like the clown turned out to be me.

"If you can maintain your rationality, there may be room for salvation. After all, there is still a saying that the body is disabled and the mind is strong."

Lu Jian is full of confidence.

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

These two people have turned into two indescribably strange lumps of flesh and blood, sharp teeth rubbed against the lumps of flesh, several eyeballs rolled, and finally looked at Lu Jian.

"Looks like you two had a good night."

Yinping's chubby tentacles were still holding his fan, looking like a literati among monsters.

Hongye calmed down and did not respond.

Lu Jian smiled, and followed them to the atrium of Anxinyuan. It is spacious and bright, and many "people" have gathered here.

Lu Juan saw that the painters and poets in kimonos had turned into twisted and weird monsters. Those monsters were either wriggling, waving tentacles, or full of eyes, or monsters full of bones gathered in the atrium. A picture scroll of the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts.

Coupled with the floating Jingliuli doll in the sky, it is full of weird feelings.

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

"Although something like that happened before, it seems to be all right now. Please trust Utajima's magistrates."

"I've been here for many days, and I don't feel anything unusual at all. Sure enough, everything must be seen with my own eyes, and I can't judge it subjectively."

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

There were voices accompanied by noises in the air. These monsters were exchanging what they had seen and heard, and they seemed to be looking forward to the festival.

Standing among these monsters, Hongye felt perverted.

Only Lu Jian remained silent.

Accompanied by colorful fireworks, the poetry festival began.

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