I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

When the story was finished, all the townspeople were completely captivated, and the priest immediately led them in prayer.

"Thank you, Lord, for giving us life, food, and a safe home. We will give you everything to fulfill your wishes and respond to your will..."

It sounded very mystical, but Lu Ban and the others still pretended to recite a couple of lines as well.

"Disperse, everyone."

With a wave of his hand, the priest sent the people tiptoeing away from the church in a strange manner.

Only Lu Ban and two others remained.

The priest noticed them and asked a question.

"Is there anything else?"

"I want to know where the ancient capital is?"

Lu Ban got straight to the point, standing up to ask.

“My Lord is here.”

Surprisingly, the priest did not hide anything but answered directly.

"My Lord... does that mean you were just praying to the ancient capital? Is he a god?"

Sia seemed particularly sensitive to these matters of faith, she asked.

"Our Lord is the God who created everything, the supreme Creator who gave us life, and the all-knowing and all-powerful being."

The priest spoke in a preaching tone.

"Where is he?"

Trist thought the priest might have something wrong with his head, so he pressed for an answer.

“My Lord is here.”

The priest repeated a sentence.

"Inside this church?"

Trist felt that the other party was just giving him the runaround.

"It's almost night. If you wander the streets, you might encounter danger. You can either stay here or go to a hotel."

The priest suddenly spoke.

"Nightfall? Wasn't it just daytime?"

Trist was puzzled.

It's getting dark.

Lu Ban looked out the window, and the originally bright sky was suddenly dyed orange by the sunset.

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Trist felt something was wrong. He walked out of the church and saw that the town was indeed getting dark.

Is there a problem with the flow of time here?

Having experienced the inconsistent flow of time in other realms, Drizzt knew very well that certain great beings could indeed interfere with time.

But how could Gu Neng do something like that?

He doesn't believe it.

"Stay here or go to the hotel?"

Xia also arrived at the door.

"Let's go to a hotel; at least we can ask other people for advice."

Lu Ban seemed to sense something and walked out of the church.

Night fell quickly, and the three of them walked along the road to a building with a hotel sign. They entered the building as the last rays of the setting sun disappeared.

There was no one else in the hotel; the lobby was empty except for a man dressed as the owner sitting there, reading a book.

Lu Ban glanced at it. The book seemed to be a work by Gu Du as well. The cover depicted a spider with a human face hanging from the ceiling, while the people on the ground were completely unaware. The title of the book was "The Spider in the Corner".

"Could it be that spiders will fall from the sky tonight?"

He joked as he approached the hotel owner.

"We need accommodation."

"If you're staying there, it's on the second floor. The key is here."

The boss took out the key, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"You don't charge me?"

Lu Ban took the key.

“You are all guests of my Lord, so there is no need to charge you.”

The boss said quietly.

"Do you have anything to eat here? I'm a little hungry. If possible, I'd like some hot pork rib soup with some radish, and braised pork would be even better, as well as stir-fried vegetables, braised fish, and rice. Do you have any rice?"

Lu Ban chattered away.

"Just a moment."

The boss's voice was calm and indifferent. He led the group to the table, had them sit down, and then went into a room.

"You really dare to eat the food here?"

Trist was puzzled.

"I've heard of a city where all the buildings are made of food. They look delicious, but once you eat something there, you're bound to that town forever and can never leave. You eventually become food yourself, waiting for the next person to arrive."

The detective then recounted stories of how the city had frightened children.

"I've heard similar stories before; they're used to scare greedy children."

"Sia said seriously, then looked in the direction the boss had left."

"I'm hungry too."

"You threw up everything you ate, no wonder you're hungry."

Lu Ban made a comment, but then felt that the air around him seemed to be flowing in a different direction, so he immediately changed his mind.

"What I mean is, you should really improve your nutrition."

The wind stopped.

We chatted about the town and waited a while before the owner brought out dinner.

Radish and pork rib soup, braised pork, braised fish, stir-fried vegetables, and rice—exactly the same as Lu Ban's request.

Lu Ban immediately picked up his chopsticks, ate a couple of mouthfuls of rice, and then ate a piece of braised pork.

Seeing how much he enjoyed his meal, Xia also tried to imitate him by picking up chopsticks and taking a sip of soup.

The two began to wolf down their food, which terrified Trist.

Just as Trist saw that the food seemed to be fine and was about to pick up his chopsticks, Lu Ban suddenly raised his head from the bowl, with rice grains still on the corner of his mouth, and called out.

"Ruined!"

Trist's chopsticks trembled and he almost dropped them. He panicked and hurriedly asked what was wrong.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the food?"

"No, I just realized that since they can even make these dishes, I should order some more difficult and rarer dishes that I can't usually eat, like lobster, king crab, or Wagyu beef. It would be a waste."

Lu Ban felt very sorry.

What shoes?

Trist had never heard of these things Lu Ban was talking about, and was somewhat confused.

But then he suddenly saw something fall from the ceiling onto Lu Ban's shoulder.

Upon closer inspection, Tristan quickly recognized it as a hairy, patterned spider!

He quickly looked up and saw countless spiders hanging from the ceiling, swaying in the wind and slowly descending towards the tabletop.

Chapter 227 It seems they don't really welcome me.

The spiders had mottled patterns, some deep purple, some scarlet, and some greenish-blue, creating a colorful and unusual beauty.

Each spider is about the size of a palm. Some have distinct leg segments and are hairy, while others have long, thin legs and an abdomen that looks like a human face. Still others have sharp angles, resembling some kind of crustacean.

Seeing just one spider is enough to startle anyone, let alone hundreds of spiders falling from the sky.

Perhaps while the three of them were eating, these spiders were perched on their heads, quietly observing their every move.

Or perhaps, the food itself was made from spiders.

Trist glanced at the food subconsciously; thankfully, it was all normal.

"Is this a scene from the movie?"

Lu Ban, however, began to seriously study these spiders.

The spider that was on his shoulder had crawled up to his arm. You could see eight small eyes and a pair of sharp teeth. The eight legs crawling on his arm felt itchy. Fine hairs were left where the spider had crawled, making his skin red and swollen.

"Something's wrong with this hotel. That priest seems to be trying to harm us."

Drizzt pulled out his usual revolver and fired a shot at the ceiling, blasting one of the spiders to pieces. Green sap splattered onto the wall, leaving deep stains.

More spiders fell down, their legs twitching.

Sia seemed to be used to such monsters. She snapped her fingers silently with her steel-gloved hand, and a gust of wind swept through the room.

The spider located in the very center of the ceiling suddenly exploded, as if an invisible ball had been hit inside, disintegrating and shattering everything it touched.

Mystra's Void Burst!

Even Lu Ban remembered the name. At this moment, this slow-moving but extremely powerful spell was just right for dealing with this situation.

In an instant, a third of the spider turned into the cheese inside a bursting cheese chicken cutlet. Thick fluids flowed everywhere, but not a single drop landed on Sia. The various colored fluids were blocked by an invisible wall, forming a visible arc.