I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

I don't know if it was Drizzt's illusion, but the fog became thicker, and even the nearby street lights flickered as if they were about to go out.

Looking up, the sky is gray with no stars or moon. This island and this small town seem to be isolated from the world.

Lu Tran looked in the direction of the villa. The place was completely swallowed up by the fog and he couldn't see anything. He was a little worried because he didn't know the status of Amber and Hongye.

Naturally, there is no signal on the mobile phone, and Lu Jian's old mobile phone does not have the function of sending and receiving satellite short messages, so there is no way to call Amber without signal.

"We can only find the problem as soon as possible."

Lu Tiao murmured to himself.

Fortunately, as a God's Chosen One, he has never seen any big storms. Even the incarnations of the outer gods chatted and laughed with him. In comparison, Shia and Drizzt in this world were really too young.

This situation is most likely due to something happening on the island, either the old rulers awakening, or the evil gods are causing trouble. Anyway, it is definitely not the thick fog caused by the abnormal climate.

Moreover, what he had just experienced in the bar made Lu Jian quite convinced that there was a supernatural force affecting the island.

Those tourists are just the beginning. I don’t know if it’s the food here or other influences. In short, if you continue to stay here, you or the people around you may be alienated.

Thinking of this, Lu Tan picked at his throat again and vomited everything he had just drank. Despite this, he still felt a strong burning sensation in his esophagus and stomach, and there must be some residue left. , I just don’t know if it will grow gills or webs.

"The hotel should be in this direction, let's go quickly."

Drizzt pointed forward and said, the fog became thicker, and even the hotel was looming, with only the streetlight at the door, like a beacon in the darkness, guiding the direction.

"There's no one on the street."

Shia couldn't help but said.

"You want to work harder too?"

Lu Tan answered subconsciously.

"Um?"

Shia looked at him, not sure why, but seemed to have remembered something, and said to herself.

"Yeah, we have to work harder."

Lu Tiao immediately looked around. Fortunately, there were not many private cars on the island, and there were no black luxury cars on the streets. A group of men in black would not suddenly appear and disturb Drizzt.

Walking in the mist, Drizzt felt a damp heat.

This mist is like the mist brought by boiling sea water. It is full of fishy smell and has a strong sticky feeling. When it touches the body, it is like walking out of a steamer, making it unbearably hot.

He kept a distance from Lu Tan and Shia, confirming each other's existence in the gradually thickening fog.

After walking for about five minutes, Drizzt felt something was wrong.

"Have you noticed that we seem to have been gone for a long time?"

he asked.

The distance from where we saw the hotel just now is logically only a few hundred meters, and a five-minute walk is more than enough.

But now it seemed that the hotel was still far away, as if it would take another ten minutes to walk to get there.

This feeling is like a mirage in the desert, which is confusing.

"Is this hotel an illusion?"

Lu Tan looked at the place carefully. It was as lifelike as if there was a real hotel.

"Uncle Cui, does your cell phone still have signal?"

Sia took out her mobile phone, checked her signal, and turned on the camera's flash as a flashlight.

The light passed through the shrouding fog and illuminated the nearby streets.

"No."

Drizzt also took a photo with his mobile phone. He saw that the houses around the street looked very dilapidated. There were many mottled scratches on the walls. The signboard at the door of the store was dark and rusty, as if it had been submerged in water for a long time. Banban, this street really doesn’t look like there are people living on it, it looks like a ruin that has been destroyed for a long time.

Lu Tiao turned around and found that the strange bar had disappeared into the mist at some point and was out of sight.

He walked to the door of a nearby store and found that it was the restaurant where they had dinner in the afternoon.

Looking inside through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the tables and chairs were tilted here and there and in a mess, as if they had been robbed.

Lu Tan stretched out his hand and touched the glass. A cold and sticky touch spread on the glass, giving people the feeling of being smeared with glue. He retracted his finger and saw some transparent dew on his fingertips. The viscosity of these water droplets was obviously not ordinary. He sniffed the clear water and found a salty and wet smell.

Resisting the urge to taste it, Lu Tan wiped it away.

After all, I am no longer my original self, and eating randomly will really lead to death. Before I investigate the situation here clearly, I'd better act cautiously and delicately.

As a person who is cautious in everything and makes decisions before taking action, Lu Tan turned his head and did not try to walk into the restaurant.

But when he turned around, he found that Drizzt and Shia were gone.

"Old Cui? Xia?"

Lu Tan called out twice, but the only response was thick fog.

He listened carefully, wanting to hear whether Xia and the others had wandered away unknowingly, but the streets at night were silent.

No, not silence.

Lu Tiao heard soft murmurs in the sea mist.

This murmur is like a dream murmur coming from the depths of the sea, full of profound, indifferent, and frantic qualities, making people feel a strong sense of loneliness and mania.

In this quiet street, such murmurs echoed in Lu Tan's mind like fingernails scratching at the blackboard.

He thought for a while, he definitely couldn't sit here and wait for death, so he might as well move towards the hotel.

So, Lu Tan took another step forward.

The flickering light at the door of the hotel penetrated the fog and soon became the only mark in the world Lu Jian saw.

He felt that the ground was also sticky. He lowered his head and found that the ground was wet, as if a sprinkler had just passed by. The water was similar to the water on the glass in the restaurant. It was a glue-like fluid. When he stepped on the ground, it felt like he was stepping on a puddle. On the mud after the rain.

This may be the feeling of stepping on shit that many people admire on some social software.

Lu Tiao stepped on it twice more.

He continued to move forward, but the streetlight showed no sign of approaching.

A writer once described death as walking on the road and encountering a wall that stretches infinitely in all directions with no end in sight.

Although Lu Jian can now walk in all directions, there is only the streetlight in front of him as a beacon. If he continues walking like this, it will be the same as death.

He called a few more times, but there was no response except the whispers in his ears.

He took a few steps, and suddenly, there was a tremor in his pocket.

Lu Tiao reached out and touched it and found that it was his cell phone.

The cell phone vibrated and emitted a pleasant ringtone, echoing in the silent street.

Lu Tiao saw that there was a caller ID on it.

It's Amber calling.