I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords-Chapter 78 - 077. The Night of Revenant_1
Chapter 78: 077. The Night of Revenant_1
Chapter 78: 077. The Night of Revenant_1
Lu Ban saw that the groom had transformed into a merman, wandering in the Sea of Mud, and on the other side, the bride’s body was also undergoing mutation.
The shape of her head changed, her clothes tore apart, revealing a body that was becoming hard and growing scales. In just a few seconds, the bride had become a merman just like the groom.
Perhaps the Hai Family people were never normal humans to begin with, but merman as they were now.
Under the influence of some supernatural reproductive force, the Hai Family people were gradually able to intermarry with humans and slowly took on the appearance of ordinary humans. Nevertheless, many of their ancestors still retained fish-like features, such as protruding eyeballs and wrinkled faces.
The zombies shrouded in the mist were probably the ancestors of the Hai Family.
They were cursed in some way, so that even in death, as long as they were in the mist, guarding the Divine Idol, they would not decay.
The Hai Family’s ability to withstand the calamities brought by the incarnation of the Black Queen Mother relied on the power of their bloodline and the extraordinary powers contained within the bloodline, like the Qi Lang Dance.
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Yet at some point, about twenty years ago, the Hai Family people obtained something representing the incarnation of the Black Queen Mother. This thing tormented the will of ordinary people just like it did to Cui Siter, but for the Hai Family people, it allowed them to completely revert to their ancestors’ form.
Since then, the Hai Family stayed secluded, wore masks, suppressed the incarnation of the Black Queen Mother, and sought a way to break the curse of reversion. In order to conceive the next generation, they had to resort to this method, infusing the brides with that mud, turning them into the same kind of merman.
This was the secret of Dried Water Town.
The groom from the Sea of Mud gathered together with the bride entwined by tentacles.
A bow to heaven and earth.
A buzzing that hurt one’s ears burst forth from the tower, and those numb and mechanical villagers, with all color drained from their eyes, leaving only pure white, seemed to be undergoing some kind of metamorphosis, contorting their bodies with something gestating inside, about to burst forth.
A bow to the high hall.
With a squelch—
Those performing the Qi Lang Dance and wearing masks, the Hai Family People, were the first to show signs of mutation. Their bodies swelled, masks fell off, revealing hideous fish heads. Their limbs began to elongate, with the webbing between their hands and feet becoming distinct, and even their skin turned a mix of blue-green and dark black.
Starting from there, more villagers began to mutate. Their eyes bulged, their heads changed shape, and they tore off their clothes, becoming part-fish, part-human creatures.
This entire small town had now become a world of monsters.
The couple bowed to each other.
The bride and groom, who had turned into merfolk, stood facing each other, their limb tips beginning to split, with fingers transforming into countless mud-like tentacles. These tentacles intertwined, eventually merging the two into one.
At this moment, outside Dried Water Town, hundreds of those zombies with protruding eyes converged. A slit gradually opened on top of their heads. Inside the skull, there was no brain, only black, foul-smelling mud and tentacles made of mud.
More and more people leaped into the Sea of Mud, and unlike the bride and groom, their bodies began to disintegrate upon contact with the mud, as if they themselves were made of it, becoming a part of this vast expanse of mud.
[Attend the grand wedding of the Hai Family in Dried Water Town and witness the union of the bride and groom 1/1]
In Lu Ban’s field of vision, indifferent grey system text appeared, it seemed this was the genuine union of the bride and groom.
However, after that text, another line of cold text appeared.
[Survive until the end of the wedding: 00:59:59]
An hour, the scene before him would continue for at least another hour.
At that moment, Lu Ban saw that in the gaping mouth of the tower, something in the midst of the tentacles was reflecting sunlight.
Despite the metallic stench of the surrounding mud, and the maddening scene tormenting his will, Lu Ban could see it clearly.
In a world of filth, there was a pale Divine Idol.
Without a doubt, Lu Ban’s first instinct told him that this was “The Merciful Statue of the Black Queen Mother”!
“The mud seems to be spreading.”
Cui Siter said, as he saw the pool of mud, accompanied by the townspeople jumping into it, begin to overflow, flowing in all directions, engulfing stones, trees, buildings—everything was swallowed by the mud, becoming one with it.
Within that mud, countless faces emerged. They were likely the faces of all the Hai Family people throughout history, all those consumed by the mud. At this moment, in the present, their spirits were boiling in the Sea of Mud, returning to reality.
“We must leave the town quickly, get outside the town, surviving an hour should not be too difficult… ”
Cui Siter was about to urge Lu Ban to run for their lives, but who knew, he turned around to find that the person beside him had already disappeared.
Looking ahead, Cui Siter saw that Lu Ban was walking towards the mud-covered tower.
“Have you gone mad?!!!”
He couldn’t comprehend Lu Ban’s actions, only seeing that Lu Ban had taken a suona out of his bag.
“I must take that Divine Idol.”
Lu Ban replied.
“… You want to save this town? Want to save these waters? Stop dreaming. We are but witnesses, mere insignificant insects without any power to change this inevitably mad world.”
Cui Siter looked at Lu Ban and for some reason, he was reminded of some naively optimistic individuals he had met, who believed they could bring some goodness to this world—the Chosen by Gods.
Lu Ban did not answer.
Cui Siter only hesitated for a moment, but quickly let out another sigh.
He was, after all, one of those naive ones.
“If you can take the Divine Idol, you can indeed stop the spread of the mud for now, saving the lives of people outside this area, but it will be hard for you to come back.”
He checked the bullets in his revolver.
“However, I have a way, as long as you’re willing to trust me.”
“I of course trust you.”
Lu Ban nodded, then in Cui Siter’s gaze, he walked towards that crazed, chaotic world.
“You’d better cover your ears.”
Lu Ban didn’t look back, just shouted out his advice. In the midst of the clamoring souls, his voice seemed somewhat faint.
“Cover my ears?”
Cui Siter hurriedly did as told.
The next moment, in that world of utter disarray, Lu Ban put the suona to his lips.
“On The Day of Great Joy, how can we go without suona accompaniment?”
He sounded the suona.
The music was far from melodic, any primary school student could play a tune more beautiful than Lu Ban’s, who just played the suona whimsically, solely relying on instinct.
But that awkward, unpleasant, inelegant tune had, once released, caused a momentary stillness in the boiling Sea of Mud.
The engulfing mud, centered around Lu Ban, scattered outwards, clearing a path for him.
It was like a saint from the ancient texts parting the sea; the metal-stenched, filthy mud parted, creating for Lu Ban an unceasing, endlessly extending pathway.
Cui Siter watched this scene in disbelief, sensing a terrifying presence emanating from Lu Ban’s suona, instilling an innate sense of dread and fear in the oblivious Cui Siter. Even the horrifyingly terrifying mud could not compare to the malice emanating from that suona.
Blood poured from Lu Ban’s nose, eyes, and ears, quickly replaced by fresh green sprouts. These sprouts twisted and grew, greedily absorbing nutrients in the sunlight, even reaching out tendrils towards the creeping mud.
Under the pale sunlight, amidst the murky Sea of Mud, above the piercing melody, these horrific new greens bloomed into pure white flowers.
Lu Ban could feel that some great being was resonating with him from a distant place, creating a connection, using him as a conduit. A mutation transcending time and space was descending upon this world.
It was interfering, contending, and combating with something in this world, within the Sea of Mud.
Just one more minute, and he would become a vessel, a window through which something coldly magnificent and indifferent would descend.
But he had already arrived beside the Divine Idol.
Lu Ban reached out one hand, firmly grasping the Divine Idol.
[Item obtained: “The Merciful Statue of the Black Queen Mother”]
The next instant, Lu Ban was engulfed by the endless mud, his figure no longer to be found.
