I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

Upon hearing Zheng Li's question, the girl fell into a rare deep thought, and after a moment, she finally answered.

"It's quite fun."

"Fun?"

Zheng Li didn't quite understand this assessment.

"You mean he's funny?"

"I just discovered a problem with the game."

The girl didn't continue the conversation, but instead pointed to the computer screen.

"Look, we're going to a funeral, but has anyone ever seen a coffin?"

Upon hearing the girl's words, Zheng Li initially wanted to retort, but before he could utter a word, he suddenly understood what she meant.

"...Right, why didn't any of us think of going to the funeral parlor?"

Zheng Li suddenly felt that many things could be explained clearly. He had an urge to immediately enter the game, and he didn't care how strange the girl next to him was.

Women will only slow him down when he's playing games!

Zheng Li put on the helmet and quickly became immersed in the game.

Only the girl remained, looking at the people lying down.

"They have quite a few ideas."

She chuckled, then went to the kitchen, turned on the gas stove, and made some late-night snacks. While eating, she continued to look at the content on her computer.

"Instant noodles taste better when they're cooked, and with some pan-fried luncheon meat, it's absolutely delicious."

The girl murmured to herself, and opened another can of iced cola.

After finishing her late-night snack, she patted her stomach and then walked into the lobby. The wind and snow outside were still continuing, and she didn't know when it would stop.

The girl opened the door, and the wind howled, howling and swirling snowflakes into the cracks.

She stepped out of the house, and her footprints in the snow were almost instantly covered by the wind and snow.

The girl looked at the vast land, her gaze fixed on a certain spot to the south.

"It's time to go."

The next moment, she vanished into thin air in the snowstorm.

The snow was still tapping against the window, but the force seemed to have lessened considerably.

The next day, Zheng Li took off his helmet. He had countless thoughts he wanted to express. Looking at the confused netizens, he suddenly felt a sense of superiority.

Although he hasn't finished the game yet, Zheng Li has already discovered the secret to winning.

That means there are two Brownings!

One is in the wine cellar, the other in the funeral hall!

Once you can distinguish which one is the real Browning or which one is the real Crane Cry Taoist, you can defeat the other side, resolve the crisis of the Night of Summoning Souls, and thus pass the level.

Just as he was about to show off, Zheng Li suddenly felt something was wrong.

His intuition told him that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

A moment later, Zheng Li stared at the empty instant noodle bowl and Coke can on the kitchen table and froze.

"Is there someone else among us? Where's the [grilled salt and pepper seal]?"

Zheng Li turned around and asked the others.

"What? What seal? Aren't we all here?"

One of them asked a question, looking at Zheng Li with a strange gaze.

"what?"

Zheng Li was stunned for a moment, and then a chill ran down his spine.

……

Jiangcheng.

Lu Ban woke up to the sound of a doorbell ringing.

He checked the time; it was only seven in the morning. He shouldn't have ordered any takeout, and no delivery was scheduled to come today.

"A naughty kid? rang the wrong doorbell?"

Lu Ban picked up the communicator.

"Who is it?"

He asked.

"Hello, I am [Charcoal Grilled Salt and Pepper Seal]."

A soft, gentle voice, one that Lu Ban would never forget, rang out.

Chapter 686 Every word spoken will be known

Upon hearing this voice, Lu Ban thought for a moment.

Although I had heard that polar bears often crouch in holes in the ice, waiting for seals to come up for air, and when a seal peeks out, they slap it with their paw, knock it unconscious, drag it ashore, and then have a good meal.

Living in the frigid waters of the Arctic, seals have thick layers of fat, and their constant exercise gives them highly resilient muscles, making them excellent sources of protein and calories. Plus, such a plump seal would taste amazing roasted, with a touch of salt and pepper—just thinking about it makes me hungry.

For people in the Arctic Circle, every part of a seal is valuable.

Besides using the skin for warmth, the Inuit once invented a famously foul-smelling delicacy: they would hollow out a seal's internal organs, stuff seabirds into the seal's belly, leave it for several months to ferment, and then suck the rotten seabird paste from the seal's rear end.

Considering that canned herring is also a specialty of Northern Europe, it's possible that people living in the greater Arctic Circle need some strong-flavored foods to stimulate themselves, lest their consciousness gradually fade away in the cold wind.

Thinking about this, Lu Ban really felt hungry.

While opening the door downstairs, he ordered two breakfast takeout meals on his phone.

After unlocking the door, Lu Ban went to wash up by himself.

While brushing his teeth, he noticed that Lu Ban was no longer in the mirror.

I can only wash my face in the dark.

After washing my face, I saw the other person walk into the house.

"It's quite spacious."

She was wearing a down jacket and jeans, looking as if she had just returned from the Arctic; she really did resemble a seal.

"It's average, not as big as yours."

Lu Ban poured her a glass of water and then asked.

"How did you come up with that idea?"

"Come and check on me whenever you have free time."

She took the water glass and was about to take a sip when she felt something gripping the glass, preventing her from moving.

"Ok?"

"My friend is a little shy, don't worry about it."

Lu Ban said, waving her hand, and the force of the water glass in her hand disappeared somewhat unwillingly.

"Aren't you afraid that I might suddenly reveal my true form and turn everyone in this region into my kin?"

She asked again.

"Is this something I need to worry about?"

Lu Ban countered with a question.

"Whether I worry or not, it won't stop your thoughts, so why should I worry?"

"You already know how to get along with us."

She smiled, revealing a smile whose charm no one could resist.

“I didn’t come here just for sightseeing. I sensed through your little gadget that there are familiar people in this world, so I came to take a look.”

"You mean, [the darkness...]?"

Before Lu Ban could finish speaking, she pressed a finger to his lips, signaling him to stop talking.

wow-

The water glass on the coffee table fell to the ground and shattered.

"Your friend doesn't seem to have a good temper."

She smiled and then said.

“Those names shouldn’t be mentioned here. Do you know why just knowing their names is a form of pollution? Because when you utter their names, they know you exist. Even a distant gaze, or just a fleeting glance, is enough to transmit deadly pollution.”

"That's amazing."

Lu Ban recalled that he had casually mentioned Fang Geng's name before. Now that he thought about it, it was probably because that guy had been sealed so tightly that he couldn't even release the pollution.

So from another perspective, the names that Lu Ban can mention and know now are probably all those that have been sealed away.

"So you told me all this when you were in the Glorious Realm because there were some special isolation measures there?"

"That's about right, so don't mention these names casually outside."

She nodded.

"For example, if you and I agree to call him Li Gou Dan (Li Dog Egg), will the name Li Gou Dan be considered tainted?"

Lu Ban asked curiously again.

He remembered a villain in a famous children's book whose name couldn't be mentioned, so the people in the book used another nickname, "those who know, know," to refer to him, which seemed to be fine.

If I give those Great Old Ones a nickname and then mention them in a way that everyone who knows will understand, can I avoid them?

"……fine."

She stared at Lu Ban with a strange look for a while before speaking.