I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

  Chapter 99 098. Can they be responsible?

  Lu Yi observed carefully and saw that it was a doll.

  The joints are hidden under the kimono, and the face is white like ceramics. The blush and lipstick can easily remind Lu Zie of paper figures, but this doll has a strange feeling different from traditional paper figures.

  If it is said that the paper man with eyes on it gives the dead thing the characteristics of a living thing, which leads to the uncanny valley effect.

  Then this doll has a similar appearance to humans but is too large, which has caused a foreign body sensation.

  Lu Jie saw that the huge doll was still waving in his direction, with the dull smile on the doll's face, making the scalp numb.

  "Is this this year's welcome mascot? It really has the style of Utashima, you know, brother Lu Kizuna, this is a special product of Utashima. It is called Joruri doll, a masterpiece by the master of Bunraku."

  Tachibana Masamune seemed to be quite fond of the doll that appeared to be from the underworld, and even raised his hand to take the frame, as if he was thinking about how to draw it.

   "I heard that there seems to be some accident in Utashima recently, and there is a strange mist?"

  Looking at the needle, Lu Kizun looked away from the face of the crippled puppet, and asked casually as he chatted.

"Are you the fog of uncertainty? It doesn't matter. Although Utashima was harassed by fog of uncertainty before, there is no problem now. At least that's what the organizer said, and you see, how peaceful the island is. "

  Orange Masamune didn't care, still admiring the huge doll hanging high in the clouds.

   "The fog of uncertainty is very common in the sea, and sometimes it floats near inhabited islands, causing pollution. This is the case this time, but the shrine in Utashima has already dispatched maiden purification, and the problem is not big."

Yinping didn't bother either.

  Lu Zan nodded.

  It’s just that he noticed that when Ju Zhengzong and Yinping were saying these things, the woman Hongye on the side showed a little disdain.

"If there is still pollution in Utashima, then how dare he let the artists of Wajima come here? Can he bear the responsibility of the accidents of me? So just think about it and you can understand that this place should be safe."

  Ju Zhengzong saw that Lu Yi didn't quite believe it, so he reassured him.

  Lu Zie no longer struggles.

  Because he feels that there is still pollution in Songdao 100%.

  Otherwise, there will be no disappearance of the artist.

  The sailboat sailed into the port. This is indeed a large-scale port, as the unlucky boatman said.

  It’s just that the port of Song Island has almost no ships, sparse and exceptionally lonely.

   "Why does it look like there are no people?"

Lu Yi glanced at it. The huge doll was **** with a rope and connected to a building in the port. It looked very light. Under the doll, there were a few people who looked like the people around him. People, what is being discussed.

"It may be the influence of the fog of uncertainty before. That kind of fog can make people confused and insanity at sea. Even if it is purified, it will always be daunting. Didn't the ship that Master Lu Zan sent you dared approach it? "

   Yinping explained, and got off the boat.

  A few men in pure white hunting clothes were waiting under the ship. Their faces were uniform with expressionless masks, like dolls.

  "These are the company of Utashima. They are in charge of the handling of the filth and assist the witches to purify. It is probably because the filth appeared just now, so they will come to check."

  Orange Masamune said casually.

   Lu Yi looked suspiciously at the society practitioners holding a stick with a white note tied to the end, and brushed it by Yin Ping, who was the first to disembark, as if trying to disperse something.

He looked back and found that none of the crew on the sailing boat they were on boarded, nor did they carry out normal dock supplies. They only stared at the four guests they had carried. Their eyes were difficult to describe, but Lu Zie knew what resembled it. .

  It's like watching the pigs hanging upside down one by one into the slaughterhouse.

  It's Lu Zan's turn.

The agency in front of him did not say a word, and only brushed the stick around him with the stick wrapped in white paper. In the sound of paper crashing and hula, Lu Yi seemed to hear some kind of soft whisper, the group from Song Island. Falling from the mountains.

   "Look, there is no problem, ahem."

   Yinping smiled, fanning in his hand, he cleared his throat, and seemed to be coughing.

  "The poetry festival will start tomorrow morning. We can go to the arranged residence first and meet together in the evening."

  Ju Zhengzong said, there are some rickshaws parked at the pier, and the strong coachmen are gathering in twos and threes, and when they see the orange Zhengzong, they greet them.

   Passing by the artists who were still studying the huge dolls, Lu Zin and others were winding along the road, and soon they saw a huge building on the east side of the island.

  The building is like a loft with a large area. Compared with it, the other houses look like dwarfs.

   "That is the main venue of the poetry festival, Anshinin, and the first one will be held here tomorrow."

   Yinping's fan pointed there.

"First round?"

  Lu Jie felt that he had acted ignorantly before anyway, and now he simply didn’t pretend to pretend, just as if I didn’t know what to wait for your explanation.

"Yes, the poetry festival itself is a combination of several exhibitions, painting exhibitions, poetry exhibitions, puppet exhibitions, etc., and everyone communicates with each other and interprets art. Tomorrow will be the first painting exhibition. In the next three days, such exhibitions will be There are many. In addition, there are poetry parties, music parties, etc., such as the Haichao poetry party on the second day, which is hosted here."

Yinping explained quite complacently.

  Four rickshaws swayed and moved towards Anxinyuan.

  Lu Yi carefully observed the passers-by.

  These passers-by should be local residents. They also wear a similar upper body kimono, lower body pants and boots, but they are more widely distributed, ranging from children to elderly people.

However, Lu Yi felt that the movements of these people were a little stiff and lacking in agility. Although there was dialogue, communication, and interaction between them, they all seemed to give rise to an indescribable sense of weirdness, like actors with no acting skills. It's like playing forcibly.

At this time, Lu Zan caught a glimpse of a child running along the street with a ball. He accidentally fell and fell forward. It may be that the speed was too fast and his balance was lost too early. That child’s The head knocked to the ground, and immediately, the neck bends backwards due to the inertia of the body, and with a crackling sound, the child's head was directly folded to 180 degrees.

  His thin body twisted and fell irregularly like a puppet without a marionette, and rolled twice.

  "!"

  It was not this accident that surprised Lu Yi.

Rather, after just a few seconds, the child who had broken bones between his head and body actually sat up, his head slowly raised, he stood up, patted the mud and dust on his body, and chased him away. The ball went away, as if it was just a light fall.

  ". Have you seen it?"

  Lu Jie asked tentatively.

"what did you see?"

  Orange Zhengzong seemed to be feeling the beauty of this sea street, and did not notice the weird and terrifying scene.

Yinping also shook his head.

   "No, it's nothing."

  Lu Zan couldn't help but glanced back at the child, only to find that the child holding the ball was staring straight at him, as if he had also spotted Lu Zie.

   Suddenly, from a dark alley on the side of the street, a figure rushed out and stood in front of the carriage.

   "I saw her, I saw her, she is real, she is real!!!"

While shouting, the man was hit by the driver who could not dodge, and he flew forward and rolled several times on the ground. Lu Zan clearly saw that his neck should have been twisted and his legs were bent. In an unnatural direction.

  However, after a while, the man stood up, safe and sound.

   "She is real, do you know, she is real, and the witch is real!"

  (End of this chapter)