I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

The shadow quickly turned into a concrete thing, it was a person, wearing a tattered jacket and trousers, holding a black submachine gun in his hand, with a grim and distorted expression, as if hating everything in the world.

In an instant, all three people present felt threatened. Drizzt stood up slightly, Shia raised his right hand, and Lu Jian concretized [last words] in his hand, and adjusted the magazine of the word bomb to the one that moved at high speed.

The man with the submachine gun grinned, as if saying something to the person inside through the glass, and then pulled the trigger.

However, before the first bullet flew out, he seemed to be hit by something, and his whole body slammed forward.

clatter——

The transparent glass was slammed open by the man moving at high speed, and the submachine gun in his hand, which was dubbed a typewriter by gangsters, also lost sight due to this sudden movement.

The next moment, the typewriter that had just burst out with two unfocused bullets suddenly cracked apart, changing from a precision industrial whole into scattered parts, springs, bolts, and bullet casings scattered in the sky, turning into raindrops.

thump--

The man knocked over the table in front of Lu Lian, lifted the cup of hot tea, and knocked his head on the ground, making a crisp crashing sound.

There was a riot in the teahouse for a while.

Those ladies, sons, and big bosses all stood up one after another, and several men in black suits and peaked caps filed in, protecting the most dignified of them.

"Is it an attack against them, or..."

Drizzt took out the gloves and put them on, leaned over to check the condition of the man, obviously, after the impact just now, the man passed out.

Turning around, Drizzt was about to ask Lu Trinity for his opinion, but found that he was still holding a teacup in his hand—when he was attacked just now, Lu Trident was about to drink tea.

"It cannot be wasted."

Lu Jian poured the hot tea into his mouth. It was fermented and had a rather mellow black tea flavor.

At the same time, among the scattered table fragments, the cold and indifferent words of the system were assembled and formed.

【Abandoned City】

[In the 23rd year of the new calendar,

everything is wrong]

【The high society with luxury and wealth is attractive, but no one knows the darkness in it. People are looking forward to the new works that can bring frenzy, as if only those stimulations can relieve the depression caused by the dull air】

【It was the best of times, it was the worst of times】

[Between fantasy and reality, evil grows]

[Task Difficulty: Alienation]

[Task request: Find the missing novelist]

[Task Requirement: Witness the end of the story]

[Task Requirement: Find Du Danping's Melody Fragment]

"It seems that the mission has already begun."

Lu Jian thought to himself that according to normal circumstances, it was definitely not accidental that they were attacked here.

The teahouse is still in chaos, and the siren has sounded.

When the sheriff wearing a dark police uniform and with two moustaches arrived with police officers holding rifles in a scatter formation, he happened to see Drizzt beside the man who fell to the ground.

"Old Cui, why is it you again?"

The sheriff seemed to be familiar with Drizzt, and there was a little helplessness in his tone.

"Isn't that great, it saves you the trouble of finding witnesses."

Drizzt took a puff of his pipe and replied calmly.

"Trouble other gentlemen and ladies leave here with my subordinates temporarily, we will investigate one by one later."

The sheriff waved his hand, not following common sense to let the crowd disperse.

"Many of the people sitting here are affiliated with gangsters. If they are brought back to the police station casually, the gangsters in the abandoned city will attack the police station."

Drizzt whispered in Lu Yi and Shia's ear.

"This is Sheriff Huo, my friend, Sheriff, these two are my assistants, Lu Yi and Xi Ya."

He introduced the two sides again.

After the police cleared away the crowd, they turned the unconscious man over.

"I know this guy, he is a mercenary living in this block, how could he attack you?"

Sergeant Huo glanced at the fainted man.

"I am also very curious."

Drizzt spread his hands.

"Shia, do you have any means to make him tell the truth, such as Veritaserum?"

Lu Jian asked the mage girl in a low voice.

"Unfortunately, magic is not such a convenient thing. Magic involving the spiritual realm is generally forbidden."

Shia replied, and before Lu Jian felt that magic was such an inconvenient thing again, she walked forward and picked up the fainted man.

It's hard to describe how this girl, who was only as tall as Lu Jian's shoulders, lifted up this man who was taller than Lu Jian, but she did it, as easy and unbelievable as stuffing an elephant into a refrigerator.

"However, magic is not needed to make him tell the truth."

Shia casually grabbed the unfinished tea from the table next to him, splashed it on the other person's face, and then slapped him.

A slap with a metal glove fell on the man's face, causing his body to twitch, and then he slowly woke up.

He looked blankly at the girl in front of him who was shorter than him but was holding himself up, muttering something.

"Why are you attacking us?"

Shia asked seriously.

"...all will die, all will die, all will surrender to his arms, the real horror is yet to come, devotion, devotion, devotion, I must make a devotion, ah, supreme The Most Exalted He..."

The man had obviously fallen into madness, speaking incoherently, and the words he spoke were not in complete sentences.

"speak English."

Shia raised her fist and punched him in the face. It can be seen that the face suddenly deformed, a few teeth spit out from the man's mouth, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just want, I want to make you suffer less, and die quickly while you can still die, otherwise, otherwise..."

The man became painful and said in a begging voice, but the words were still illogical.

"Do you have any last words? Or does your family need our help to take care of it? Mr. Sheriff, where does his family live, can you take us to see them later?"

Shia asked blankly.

The man finally showed an expression of extreme fear, his voice was hoarse and he whimpered, and then he touched his chest.

"It's all true in the book, it's true, I know, I told you, I told you, don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Without further ado, Shia punched the man again, causing him to pass out completely. She dropped the man, fumbled in his chest, and quickly found a book.

"Looks like that's the culprit...huh?"

Shia turned around, only to see a few people including the sheriff staring at her, a little hesitant to speak.

"Brother, what did you say she was doing?"

Drizzt was dumbfounded.