I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

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

These monsters should theoretically be dressed up and dancing.

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

Even the music is like dirge.

Usually, Lu Jianzhong is complained about by others and likes to do the work of the underworld, but Lu Juan feels that the ritual 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 Hejima, and the rebirth performance is quite good."

"Yes, yes, this kind of artistic expression is unique and amazing."

"I saw the future, the 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 is amazing!"

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

Everyone expressed their gratitude, thanking Hejima Taisha and the people around them.

It seems that this performance is quite artistic.

"Master Lu, what are you looking for? This kind of performance is rare in other places."

Yinping on the side waved his fan and asked Lu Jian who was looking around.

"It's really rare."

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

He's looking for people without mutations.

Or at least monsters that behave relatively abnormally.

It's a pity that Lu Jian didn't find out.

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

These monsters cheer, celebrate,

Cheering, dancing, singing, and reciting poems in the atrium, like human beings, but not human beings.

Even Lu Jian saw that those eaves, corners, and tall pavilions were all stained with a deep purple color, as if stained after blood had coagulated, making the whole courtyard a terrifying hell.

"I once read an article saying that in order to complete his painting, a painter asked the local lord to find a woman and burn her alive in the car as a reference. Unexpectedly, the lord found the painter's daughter , the painter was horrified at first, but in the end he showed a frenzied look, and drew a painting amidst his daughter's pain and wailing."

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

"What does this mean, brother Lu trip?"

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

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

Lu Jian chuckled, pulled up the red leaf and walked towards the entrance and exit of the atrium.

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

Yin Ping dissuaded very regretfully.

"Well, I'll go back as soon as I go."

Lu Yi replied, taking one last look at the hellish scene.

The Dao Fengxing who guarded the atrium did not stop them, and Lu Jian and Hongye easily came to the prison of Anxinyuan, where the person who went crazy during the day yesterday was imprisoned.

The monster-like Dao Xun stood guard at the door. For some reason, Lu Jian could see the guard from the faces of these monsters.

I feel that if I stay with them for a while, Lu Jian will be able to fully understand every move of these monsters.

"I am the Miko of Wajima Shrine. Here is the proof. We suspect that the prisoners held in it have been polluted and need to be investigated."

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

"Very convenient!"

Seeing those islands, Fengxing retreated to both sides and made way for Lu Jian.

Hongye and Lu Jian 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 and blood curled up in the corner of the cell.

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

"You are Wan Ye?"

There were dots of light on her body, the warm light was like the clear light of the moonlight, which made the green flesh react.

"...Help me, save me, I'm not a monster, I'm human, I'm not a monster, I'm human..."

The meat ball made a vague sound, and Lu Juan could vaguely tell that it was the madman he saw yesterday.

"You are Wan Ye?"

Lu Jian also asked for confirmation.

"Wan Ye... yes, yes, yes, I am Wan Ye, I am Wan Ye, please help me, save me... Lord Mistress of Misfortune, Mistress of Mistress of Misfortune, help Me, help me..."

The meatball's voice was hurried, as if begging.

"The mind is deranged..."

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

【Participate in poetry festival: 1/1】

【Looking for the missing artist: 1/1】

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

It seems that this is Wanye.

Lu Jian felt relieved.

If he hadn't gone to Utashima's shrine, he probably wouldn't have been able to discover the abnormal conditions of the entire island through the acquisition of knowledge, and thus deduce Wanye's true identity.

Now all that remains is to survive until the end of the Poetry Festival.

"Can you cure him?"

Lu Jian 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 flesh.

In Lu Jian's eyes, the piece of flesh quickly twisted and shrank, and became a human.

Although the limbs are still a little thin and the skin is dark, at least it looks like a human being.

"Perhaps this person has a special physique, so he can still maintain his sanity despite alienation?"

Lu Jian thought about what was so special about Wan Ye.

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

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

"...Pray to the gods, in this life and this life, the body is sad, and the floating dream is gone..."

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

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

Coming to the tower and looking at the atrium, Lu Jian saw that the performance had reached a feverish stage, countless monsters gathered together, and among the things they surrounded, stood a witch.

The priestess was wearing a traditional white dress, scarlet hakama, holding a rusted Kagura bell in her hand, surrounded by mist, and seemed to be dancing.

All the monsters crawled towards her and lowered their heads, as if they were worshiping something.

"That's it, Miko Miko?"

Lu Jian faintly touched the deepest secret of the island.

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