The first thing Lu Jian saw was a group of monsters.
In theory, these monsters should be dressed up and dancing.
But in Lu Tan's eyes, all that was left was the weird scene of monsters intertwined with each other.
Even the music is like mournful music.
Normally, Lu Jian was complained about that he likes to do things in the underworld, but Lu Jian felt that the festival performance in front of him was the real underworld.
Those monsters with exposed skeletons that looked like insects came and went, as if they were rehearsing a grand drama.
"This is a performance that represents the birth, destruction and rebirth of Wajima. It's quite good."
"Yes, yes, this form of artistic expression is unique and amazing."
"I saw the future, hope, and Wajima's spirit from these people's performances."
"What moved me and brought tears to my eyes? This year's Poetry Festival is so great!"
"It is precisely because of people like this that Wajima can survive with difficulty!"
Everyone expressed their emotions one after another, thanking Wajima Taisha Shrine and the people around them.
It seems that this performance is of quite artistic quality.
"Master Lu Tan, what are you looking for? Such performances are rare elsewhere."
Yinping on the side waved his fan and asked Lu Jian who was looking around.
"It's really rare."
Lu Tan watched the centipede-like monster twist and turn, feeling that he really couldn't appreciate such art.
He's looking for people who don't have the mutation.
Or at least a monster that behaves relatively abnormally.
Unfortunately, Lu Tiao didn't notice it.
Old people with children, couples holding hands, friends walking together, and artists attending alone all turned into monsters.
These monsters cheered, celebrated, applauded, danced, sang, and recited poems in the atrium. They looked like humans, but they were not human.
Even Lu Jian saw that the eaves, corners, and tall pavilions were all stained with a deep purple color, as if stained by blood coagulated, making the entire courtyard a terrifying hell.
"I once read a novel that said that in order to complete his painting, a painter asked the local lord to find a woman and put her in a car and burn her alive as a reference. Unexpectedly, the person the lord found turned out to be the painter's
Daughter, the painter was horrified at first, but in the end he showed a fanatical expression and painted a painting while his daughter was wailing in pain."
Lu Tan watched the monsters' enraptured performance enter the next stage, and the soundtrack of the underworld echoed in the atrium, and he said casually.
"What does this mean, Brother Lu Tan?"
Tachibana Masamune's eyes were densely packed with eyes. His body was rotten and full of abscesses. He turned around and asked.
"Because the name of the painting is "Hell Transformation", I think it fits the current scene very well."
Lu Tran chuckled lightly, picked up Hongye and walked towards the entrance and exit leaving the atrium.
"Master Lu Tan, are you leaving now? The most exciting show is about to begin."
Yinping dissuaded him with great regret.
"Well, I'll be back as soon as I go."
Lu Tan replied, taking one last look at this hellish scene.
The island guards guarding the atrium did not stop them. Lu Jian and Hongye easily arrived at the prison of Anxinyuan, where the man who went crazy during the day yesterday was imprisoned.
The monster-like Dao Fengxing was guarding the door. For some reason, Lu Tiao could actually see the warning from the faces of these monsters.
It feels like if he stays with them for a while, Lu Tiao will be able to fully understand every move of these monsters.
"I am the shrine maiden of Wajima Shrine. Here is proof that we suspect that the prisoners held here are contaminated and need to be investigated."
Hongye took out a piece of sandalwood paper, which looked like the identity certificate of Wajima Shrine.
“So convenient!”
When Lu Tiao saw the islands, they retreated to both sides and made way for them.
Hong Ye and Lu Tran walked down the dark and damp cell one after another. They could see that it was very empty and there were no other prisoners.
There was only a ball of dark green flesh and blood, curled up in the corner of the cell.
Lu Tan couldn't tell whether this person was the one from yesterday, but Hongye leaned over.
"Are you Wan Ye?"
There was a little glimmer of light on her body, and the warm light was like the clear brilliance of the moon, causing the green flesh to react.
"...Save me, save me, I'm not a monster, I'm a human, I'm not a monster, I'm a human..."
The meatball made a vague sound, and Lu Tan could vaguely tell that it was the madman he saw yesterday.
"Are you Wan Ye?"
Lu Tan also asked for confirmation.
"Wanye... Yes, yes, yes, I am Wanye, I am Wanye, please save me, save me... Misfortune to the miko, misfortune to the miko, save
Me, help me..."
The voice of the meat ball was urgent, as if it was begging.
"My mind has gone crazy..."
Lu Tiao murmured to himself. In his field of vision, the tangle of straw in the dungeon formed systematic words under the soundtrack of the underworld coming from outside.
【Participate in the Poetry Festival: 1/1】
【Looking for the missing artist:1/1】
[Survived until the end of the poetry festival: 69:41:16]
It seems that this is Wan Ye.
Lu Tan felt relieved.
If he hadn't gone to Utashima's shrine, he probably wouldn't have been able to discover the abnormal situation on the entire island by acquiring knowledge, and thus deduce Manye's true identity.
Now the only thing left is to survive until the end of the poetry festival.
"Can you cure him?"
Lu Jian asked Hongye.
"I can give it a try..."
Hongye raised his hand.
A certain kind of golden light flowed from her fingertips, turning into silk threads and wrapping around the lump of flesh.
In Lu Jian's eyes, the piece of flesh quickly twisted and shrank, becoming like a human being.
Although his limbs are still a little thin and his skin is dark, at least he looks like a human being.
"Perhaps this person has a special constitution, so he can still remain rational despite being alienated?"
Lu Jian thought about what was special about Wan Ye.
But the sound coming from outside didn't leave Lu Jian much time.
He heard that the originally gloomy music became a certain melody, a melody that he was somewhat familiar with.
"...Praying to God, in this life, my body is sad and my dreams are gone..."
This is the song Lu Kanzai heard when he was lost at the torii gate on the mountain!
He directly used a crowbar to open the dungeon door, let Hongye help the weak painter, and walked out of the dungeon on his own.
Arriving on the tower and looking out into the atrium, Lu Jian saw that the performance had reached a fever pitch, with countless monsters gathering together, and among the things surrounding them, stood a witch.
The miko was wearing traditional white clothes and scarlet hakama. She was holding a rusty Kagura bell in her hand. She was surrounded by mist and seemed to be dancing.
All the monsters were kneeling towards her and bowing their heads, as if they were worshiping something.
"Is this the evil witch?"
Lu Tiao faintly touched the deepest secret of this island.