I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords-Chapter 77 - 076. Qi Lang Dance_1
Chapter 77: 076. Qi Lang Dance_1
Chapter 77: 076. Qi Lang Dance_1
By all accounts, a wedding should be filled with festivity, auspiciousness, and joy.
Yet, the wedding at the Hai Family Mansion seemed quite peculiar.
The boisterous, noisy, and vibrant wedding site, however, exuded a certain chill, silence, and solemnity.
Lu Ban saw the Hai Family’s old master and the Lady of the Hai Family sitting in chairs in the main hall, awaiting the newlyweds.
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And beside them stood a figure in black clothing, wearing a mask.
That must be the Hai Family’s groom.
Even without anyone explaining, Lu Ban knew this.
Because the mask was simply too conspicuous.
It was a mask of a fish, with the commonplace, ubiquitous appearance of a fish head, all in a dark greenish-black color that, paired with the black clothing on the person, made them look like a walking fish.
The bridal sedan arrived at the front courtyard, the men holding it slowly set it down, and robotically retreated, clearing a path for the sedan chair.
Cui Siter caught sight of the black tower.
Yes, the spot where the bride’s sedan chair landed was right in front of the Lake Heart Tower within the estate.
A path led from the shore to the tower.
The music continued to play, the bystanders still flaunted themselves, and the Hai Family groom waited in place, staring at the tower.
Cui Siter had a certain thought in his mind, knowing that the bride still retained some level of sanity, and the so-called union of groom and bride was likely the process to erase that last breath of remaining sanity.
That must be some kind of nightmare, the mere sight of which would erode one’s sanity.
He and Lu Ban stood at the entrance of the main hall, watching the bride steadily approach the black, chain-entwined tower.
It was only when the bride stood in front of the tower that she finally stopped, standing in an unnatural pose, like a marionette.
All music suddenly ceased, and then, some ancient melody began to resound.
Surrounding the bride were figures wearing masks identical to the groom’s, garbed in black robes, with fish-headed masks, starting a dance next to the bride.
It was a dance Lu Ban had never seen before.
In folklore studies, singing and dancing are closely related to ritual; many dances originate from imitation—imitating animals and natural landscapes seen by humans.
But what kind of prototype could give birth to such a dance?
The accompanying music had no sense of melody at all, like fingernails scratching a smooth blackboard, akin to the wails of some monster from a billion years ago.
Unimaginable was the being that created this dance, what sort of scene they must have witnessed to inspire such fearful, reverent, and terrifying choreography.
“This Qi Lang Dance doesn’t seem to be anything decent either.”
Lu Ban sighed, even without the Pollution of the Black Queen Mother, the people of the Hai Family were probably destined to mutate.
No matter how they struggled or resisted, the fate of their entire clan had been decided eons ago.
Perhaps it stemmed from a chance ritual, perhaps from some perilous exploration, or perhaps from some ancient texts, the ancestors of the Hai Family acquired extraordinary powers through this dance, traversed the earth, came to Dried Water Town, and stayed here for decades, maybe, this was the very starting point where their ancestors obtained their power.
As the dancers tortured the sanity of those watching, an even more inconceivable incident occurred.
The sturdy, pitch-black, icy tower began to wriggle.
The bricks, columns, and pavilions, as if endowed with life, softened, and the tower, like a recently awakened monster, was regaining its vim.
Lu Ban finally understood why the tower was chained up.
Because it was a living being.
Like a giant worm-formed cocoon, the chained tower trembled continuously, making the chains clang and echo in everyone’s ears.
And there the bride, immobile, stood before the slowly reviving tower, raising her hand and striking a ritualistic pose.
Cui Siter immediately recognized it to be the gesture of the pale fish-headed stone statue they had seen in the mist the night before.
Were those fish-headed people worshiping this tower?
In Cui Siter’s hand, his revolver was ready.
For the situation led him to believe that even if he and Lu Ban managed to witness the union of the groom and bride, they were unlikely to survive the end of the complete wedding ceremony.
Gaga gaga gaga—
The top of the tower slowly split open.
From the four-part split tip of the tower, numerous black tentacles slowly crept out.
Like the stamens of a flower, numerous thick tentacles quivered incessantly, spreading toward the bride.
In the middle of the stamens was filthy muck.
In an instant, the entire Hai Family Mansion was filled with a metallic stench, but no one voiced their displeasure; everyone’s eyes were filled with fervor as they raised their hands in welcome of the scene.
Lu Ban recognized that these muck were the fluids from the dreadful fish lungs.
“This represents…”
He had guessed the final secret of the Hai Family and the Black Queen Mother.
Lu Ban glanced at his side, where Cui Siter had actually narrowed his eyes, attempting to delay the sanity reduction from witnessing the monstrous and profane creature devour the bride.
The muck poured over the bride, smearing filth over her pure red wedding dress, and the red veil had long been swept away by the muck.
The bride’s face was revealed, pale, with pitch-black eyes, countless living-like muck swiftly permeated from her mouth, nose, ears, infiltrating every corner of her body.
The entire pond turned into a sea of pitch-black muck, where those metallic stench-filled muds bloomed like flowers of evil under the pale noontime sun.
At this moment, the Hai Family groom also took off his mask.
Lu Ban saw that it was a fish.
The groom had no human head, only the skull of a fish, those eerily glowing eyes, the body covered in scales, and the webbing between the fingers, indistinguishable from the corpse in the cave.
He uttered not a word, but leaped with a bound.
Jumping into the muck.
