I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

【Hunting instinct】

[The history of human beings is a history of hunting]

[For people in the wilderness, hunting represents food, energy, wealth, and extraordinary power]

[Those wilderness hunters hibernate for several months, maybe only for a moment of hunting]

[You are in a team, but you are keenly aware that apart from those wandering monsters, there are more dangerous existences in this wasteland]

【Tonight, you will also join the hunt】

"The wasteland, and it's a task of wandering in the wild. According to the instructions, [Saint Remains] also walks on the ground, so there is a high possibility of encountering [Saint Remains] in this task."

After reading the mission description, Lu Jian rested his chin to analyze.

"But there are two problems. First of all, as an ordinary person, I don't have the means to fight against large monsters. The wild beasts in the wasteland are too dangerous for me."

"In addition, the enemies in the mission description are not only monsters, but also PVP between people. I am so peace-loving, so this is not good, not good."

He decided to use it as an option. If the third task is not related to the island, then choose this task to try his luck.

At worst, spending some silence points to buy some heavy weapons is also considered an investment, and the future can be expected.

Lu Juan thought of Drizzt's pistol, that powerful weapon, which was impressive at first glance, and he didn't know where he got it.

Concentrating his thoughts, Lu Jian looked at the third painting.

This painting has no frame, it seems to be painted on a wooden board, with layers of waves, and the monsters and ships hidden in the waves are painted on it with a unique style of painting. , seems to have some different style.

【A song for a hundred people】

[The triennial Poetry Festival is a cultural event in Wajima]

【People from different islands and different regions will gather on Utashima to carry out artistic exchanges】

【However, this year's Poetry Festival is a bit different】

[The giant puppet floating in the air, the pale gray mist that makes it difficult to breathe,

The missing artists are all telling strange stories]

【"Communication first, life second!"】

"Pale gray mist, is it the sigh of [Uncertain Fog]?"

Lu Jian analyzed it according to the text.

"The Poetry Festival, as the name suggests, is a grand gathering for everyone to drink and write poems together, right? But it seems that there is something wrong with this festival. The mission goal may be to investigate the cause, and maybe survive until the end of the festival."

He already had plans before, and now he is just confirming further.

"This mission seems to be related to art?"

Lu stumbled and realized.

If hunting is the art of killing, then indeed, all three missions are about the artist.

"Don't be in a hurry to make a choice, let's make a bill and draw first."

He glanced at the countdown, within ten days, he had to make a choice.

"That is to say, if the flow of time in the foreign land is slow enough, if I wander there for several days, can I still celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival when I come back?"

Thinking of the ice-skin salted egg yolk mooncakes, Lu Jian's saliva almost drools.

He took off his clothes as usual and went to the bathroom.

"By the way, come together. If something goes wrong with me, remember to give me first aid."

Before closing the bathroom door, Lu Jian said to the air friend.

He opened the system panel and exchanged [Madman's Knowledge].

This time [Madman's Knowledge], the appearance is different from the previous ones.

Although the previous ones were oddly shaped, they were all bones, calcium carbonate, uh, something similar to calcium carbonate, but this time what appeared in the palm of Lu Bang was a jelly-like thing.

From this dark green, translucent jelly, one can vaguely see the shape of a head that does not belong to humans, like that kind of sea creature with cartilage all over its body, and a bit like jellyfish.

"I hope it belongs to Kazushima."

With a puff, Lu Jian crushed the head.

Those dark green gels suddenly turned into running water, pouring into Lu Jian's body from nostrils, mouth, and ears.

He rolled his eyes, and his whole body twitched violently.

From under Lu Jian's skin, green branches kept twitching, trying to break through the skin's wrapping. At his throat, a shark's gill-like wound kept opening and closing, grabbing oxygen from the air.

Lu Jian felt that his limbs did not belong to him, and his bones softened as if thrown into a strong corrosive acid. In his consciousness, he was like butter in an oven, limp, melted, and lost his human form.

At the same time, countless babbles, accompanied by the sound of the waves, washed the brain of Landing Trip over and over again.

"...No problem, we don't have any problems, the shrine has confirmed that the poetry festival will be held as scheduled..."

"...Don't worry, we are a professional team, and we will not put anyone who visits in danger..."

"...The pollution spreading around Utashima has been brought under control, please don't worry..."

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

"...that mist is poisonous, not a deadly poison, but a poison that makes people crazy, all crazy, all crazy, those people are all crazy..."

"...We have reason to believe that his departure was just an accidental phenomenon, and now ensuring that the poetry festival is held is the top priority..."

Puchi——

On Lu Jian's arm, those restless vines pierced the skin and grew wildly. He was soon covered by creeper-like branches, and fell to the bathroom floor, motionless, and even stopped breathing.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes, Lu Jian still didn't make any move.

Lu Jian in the mirror looked timidly at the ground, and glanced at the drain.

The hair of Xiashuikou slowly spread out, but it couldn't touch Lu Jian's body.

The shadows at the door grew thicker, and even the bathroom door made a crackling sound.

Lu Yi still had no breathing, no heartbeat, as if he had died.

Suddenly, his chest sunken unnaturally, the squeeze stimulated his lungs, and the dysfunctional organs began to work again.

"what--"

Lu Jian's white eyes suddenly showed pupils, and he took a deep breath.

"Almost died, co-authoring this [Madman's Knowledge], doesn't the damage reset every time I use it?"

He felt that it was a bit of a pit.

If things go on like this, if I don't get something to save my life, maybe I will die in that card draw.

The branches on his body drooped, and Lu Jian pulled one of them, and the original green branch quickly withered and turned into ashes.

"Actually, if there is sunlight, I should die for five or ten minutes and still be alive. In this case, next time, I might consider going to the open-air swimming pool, basking in the sun and breathing in the water at the same time, so I don't have to worry about cleaning."

He has a great idea.

"I'm lucky this time. I got the information about Hedao. I'll find a swimming pool tomorrow and try again."

Lu Jian glanced at the empty mirror, and wiped away the remaining blood on his face.

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