I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

After careful observation, Lu Jian saw that it was a puppet.

The joints are hidden under the kimono, the face is as white as ceramics, the blush and lipstick easily remind Lu Juan of paper dolls, but this doll has a weird feeling different from traditional paper dolls.

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

Then this puppet has a similar appearance to humans but is too large to cause a foreign body sensation.

Lu Jian saw that the huge doll was still waving in his direction, and the dull smile on the doll's face made one's scalp tingle.

"Is this this year's welcome mascot? It really has the style of Utashima. Do you know, Brother Lu, this is a specialty of Utashima. It's called a joruri doll, and it's a masterpiece written by master Bunraku."

Tachibana Masamune seemed quite pleased with the puppet that looked like it came from the underworld, and even raised his hand to take the picture frame, as if thinking about how to draw it.

"I heard that Utashima seems to have had some accidents recently, and there is a strange fog?"

Lu Jian saw the stitches, and while looking away from the creepy doll's face, he asked casually.

"Are you the Mist of Uncertainty? It doesn't matter. Although Utashima was infested by the Mist of Uncertainty before, there is no problem at all now, at least that's what the sponsor said, and look, how peaceful the island is. "

Tachibana Masamune didn't take it seriously, he was still admiring the huge puppet hanging high in the clouds.

"The fog of uncertainty is very common in the sea, and sometimes it will float near inhabited islands and cause pollution. This is the case this time, but the shrine in Utashima has already dispatched maidens to purify, so it is not a big problem."

Yinping didn't care either.

Lu Jian nodded.

It's just that he noticed that when Tachibana Masamune and Yinping said these words, the woman Hongye beside him showed a little disdainful expression.

"If there is still pollution in Utashima, how dare he let all the artists in Utashima come here? Can he bear the responsibility for accidents caused by people like me? So just think about it and you will understand that this place should be safe."

Seeing that Lu Jian didn't quite believe it, Ju Zhengzong said another word of comfort.

Lu Jian is no longer entangled.

Because he felt that Utashima was 100% polluted.

Otherwise, there would be no incident of the disappearance of the artist.

The sailboat sailed into the harbour, and it was indeed a grand harbour, as the unfortunate boatman had said.

It's just that there are almost no ships in the port of Song Island, which is sparse and extremely lonely.

"Why does it look like no one is there?"

Lu Jian glanced at it. The huge doll was only tied by a rope and connected to a building in the port. It looked very light. Under the doll, there were several people dressed similarly to those around him. People are discussing something.

"It may be due to the influence of the fog of uncertainty before. That kind of fog can cause confusion and insanity on the sea. Even if it is purified, it is always dreadful. Didn't the boat that Master Lu Juan sent you dare not approach. "

Yinping explained a sentence, and then got off the boat.

Waiting under the boat were several men in pure white safari suits, with expressionless masks on their faces, neat and uniform, like dolls.

"These are from Utashima's shrine. They are in charge of the disposal of the filth and assist the maidens in purifying it. It's probably because the filth appeared just now, so they came to check it."

Tachibana Masamune said casually.

Lu Juan watched suspiciously as the executives held a stick with a white strip tied at the end, brushing past Yinping who was the first to disembark, as if to disperse something.

He looked back and saw that none of the crew members on the sailboat they were on had come down, and they had not carried out the normal replenishment at the pier. They just stared at the four guests who had carried them. Their eyes were hard to describe, but Lu Jian knew what they were similar to. .

It's like watching pigs being hung upside down one by one being sent to the slaughterhouse.

It was Lu's turn.

She Fengxing in front of him didn't say a word, just brushed the stick wrapped with white paper past him,

Amidst the sound of clattering paper, Lu Jian seemed to hear some kind of soft whisper, coming down from the mountains of Song Island.

"Look, there's no problem, cough cough."

Yin Ping smiled, fanning the air with the fan in his hand, he cleared his throat, he seemed to have a cough.

"The poetry festival will start tomorrow morning. We can go to the arranged residence first and have a party at night."

Tachibana Masamune said that there were some rickshaws parked at the pier, and the strong drivers were gathering in twos and threes. When they saw Tachibana Masamune and the others, they came up to meet them.

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

The building was like an attic and occupied a large area, and compared with it, the other houses looked like dwarfs.

"That's the main venue of the Poetry Festival, Anxinyuan, and the first one will be held here tomorrow."

Yinping's fan pointed there.

"First round?"

Lu Jian felt that he had acted ignorant enough before anyway, and now he simply stopped pretending, just pretending that I don't know and waiting for your explanation.

"Yes, the Poetry Festival itself is a combination of several exhibitions, such as painting exhibition, poetry exhibition, puppet exhibition, etc. Everyone communicates with each other and explains art. Tomorrow is the first painting exhibition. In the next three days, there will be more exhibitions like this. There are many, besides, there are also poetry clubs, concerts, etc., such as the Haichao Poetry Club on the second day, which is presided over by you."

Yinping explained quite complacently.

Four rickshaws staggered and moved towards Anxinyuan.

Lu Jian carefully observed the passers-by.

These passers-by should be local residents. They also wore similar upper-body kimonos, lower-body pants and boots, but the age distribution was wider, ranging from children to elderly people.

However, Lu Yi felt that the movements of these people were a bit stiff and lacked agility. Although there were dialogues, exchanges, and interactions between them, they all seemed to make people feel an indescribably weird feeling, like actors without acting skills Playing forcibly.

At this time, Lu Juan caught a glimpse of a child running on the side of the street holding a ball. He accidentally fell and fell forward. It may be because the speed was too fast and the balance was lost too early. The child's The head hit the ground, and immediately, the neck was bent backward due to the inertia of the body. With a crisp "click", the child's head was bent directly at 180 degrees.

His thin body twisted and fell down irregularly like a puppet that had lost its string, rolling twice.

"!"

What surprised Lu Jian was not the accident.

Instead, just a few seconds later, the child whose bones between the head and the body had been broken sat up, his head slowly lifted, he stood up, patted the mud and dust on his body, and chased away The ball went away, as if it was just a slight fall just now.

"Did you see it?"

Lu Jian asked tentatively.

"what did you see?"

Tachibana Masamune seemed to be feeling the beauty of the sea street, and didn't notice the weird and frightening scene.

Yinping also shook his head.

"No, nothing."

Lu Jian couldn't help looking back at the child again, only to find that the child holding the ball was staring at him directly, as if he had also discovered Lu Jian.

Suddenly, from the dark alley beside the street, a figure rushed out and blocked the carriage.

"I see her, I see her, she's real, she's real!!!"

While yelling, the man was hit by the driver who couldn't dodge in time. He flew forward and rolled several times on the ground. Lu Juan clearly saw that his neck should have been twisted, and his legs were also bent towards in an unnatural direction.

Moments later, however, the man stood up, safe and sound.

"She's real, do you know, she's real, the Witch Witch is real!"