I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler - Chapter 923 922. Call

   Chapter 923 922. Call

   I don't know if it was Drizzt's illusion, 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, there are no stars and no moon, this island, this small town seems to be isolated from the world.

  Lu Kizuna looked in the direction of the villa, where it was completely swallowed up by the mist and could not see anything. He was a little worried, not knowing the condition of Amber and Hongye.

   The mobile phone naturally has no signal, and Lu Bian'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 a signal.

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

   Lu Bian muttered to himself.

  Fortunately, as a god-chosener, he has never seen any storms and waves, and even the incarnation of the outer gods chats and laughs with him. In contrast, Shia and Drizzt in this world are too young.

   In this case, it is mostly what happened on the island. Either the old rulers have awakened, or the evil gods are haunting them. Anyway, it is definitely not the thick fog caused by the abnormal climate.

   Moreover, what he experienced in the bar just now made Lu Kizuna quite sure that there are supernatural forces affecting this island.

  Those tourists are just the beginning. I don’t know if they ate the food here or other influences. In short, if they continue to stay here, they may even alienate themselves or the people around them.

Thinking of this, Lu Bian pinched his throat again and threw up what he had just drank. Despite this, his esophagus and stomach still had a strong burning sensation, 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 to the front and said, the fog became thicker, and even the hotel was looming, only the street light at the door, like a lighthouse in the dark, guided the direction.

   "There is no one on the street."

   Shia couldn't help saying.

   "You want to work harder too?"

   Lu Bian answered subconsciously.

"Um?"

   Shia looked at him, not knowing why, and said to herself as if she had remembered something.

   "Yeah, we have to work harder."

  Lu Kizuna immediately looked around. Fortunately, there were not many private cars on the island, and there were no black luxury cars on the street, so a group of men in black would not suddenly appear and shove Drizzt.

   Walking in the mist, Drizzt felt a damp heat.

  This mist is like the water mist brought by boiling seawater. It is full of fishy smell and has a strong sticky feeling. When it gets on the body, it is like coming out of a steamer, making it sultry and unbearable.

   He kept a distance from Lukan and Shia, and confirmed each other's existence in the 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.

   From the distance I saw the hotel just now, it is reasonable to say that it is only a few hundred meters, and a five-minute walk is more than enough.

   But now it seems that the hotel is still far away, as if it will take another ten minutes to reach it.

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

   "Is this hotel a hallucination?"

  Lu Kizuna took a serious look at it, it was lifelike, as if there really was a hotel.

   "Uncle Cui, do you still have a signal on your phone?"

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

  The light pierced through the shrouded fog and illuminated the nearby streets.

"No."

Drizzt also took a picture with his mobile phone. He saw that the houses around the street looked very dilapidated, with many mottled scratches on the walls. Banban, this street really doesn't look like someone lives, it looks like a ruined ruin for a long time.

  Lu Bian turned around and found that the weird bar had disappeared into the fog at some point, and could not be seen.

   He walked to the door of a shop nearby and found that this was the restaurant where they ate in the afternoon.

   Looking inside through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the table and chairs were slumped in a mess, as if they had been robbed.

Lu Bian stretched out his hand and touched the glass. The cold and sticky touch was distributed on the glass, giving people a feeling that glue had been applied. He retracted his fingers and saw some transparent dew on the fingertips. The viscosity of these water droplets was obviously not ordinary. The clear water, he sniffed, there was a salty and wet taste.

   Resisting the urge to taste it, Lu Bian erased it.

   After all, the current self is no longer the original self. Eating indiscriminately will really kill you. Before investigating the situation here, you should be careful.

  Lu Kian, as a person who is cautious in everything, makes plans and then moves, he turned his head and did not try to enter the restaurant.

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

   "Old Cui? Shia?"

   Lu Kian called out twice, but the only response to him was the thick fog.

   He listened carefully, wanting to hear if Shia and the others had gone away without realizing it, but the street was silent at night.

  No, not silence.

  Lu Kizuna heard soft whispers in the sea fog.

   This murmur is like a dream come from the depths of the sea, full of seclusion, indifference and frenzy, which makes people feel a strong sense of loneliness and mania.

   On this quiet street, such babbling reverberated in Lu Kian's mind like constantly scratching on the blackboard with his fingernails.

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

   So, Lu Bian started again.

   The flickering lights at the entrance of the inn pierced through the fog, and soon became the only mark in the world that Rikki saw.

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

   This may be the feeling of stepping on **** that many people respect on some social software.

   Lu Kian stepped on his feet again.

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

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

   The current Lukan can walk in all directions, but there is only a beacon in front of the street light. If he continues to walk like this, it will be no different from death.

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

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

   Lu Bian reached out and touched it and found that it was his mobile phone.

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

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

   is from Amber.

   (end of this chapter)