I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

Trist cracked his whip, but the horse didn't budge an inch.

There seems to be something ahead.

Lu Ban raised the finger that wasn't holding the crowbar and pointed.

Drizzt picked up the lantern and stretched his hand forward.

He saw a stone statue in front of the horse, where the thick fog was being dispelled by the light.

The stone statue was shrouded in mist, making its exact appearance unclear.

A light emanated from behind Twisted Fate.

Lu Ban held a powerful flashlight, piercing through the fog and shining the light on the stone statue.

This is a human-shaped stone statue with slightly damaged limbs in a kneeling posture, bowing in a certain direction, facing the carriage sideways.

But the head of that stone statue was not human.

It's fish.

It's like forcibly chopping off a fish's head and shoving it into a person's neck.

The fish's head was also quite bizarre in shape, sharper and longer, with its mouth half-open, revealing jagged teeth inside. Its gills were slightly open, allowing one to see the intricately carved internal structure.

“Normal stone statues wouldn’t behave like this.”

Drizzt's voice was very soft, as if he were worried about disturbing something sleeping in the mist.

“These stone statues, clearly intended for worshipping certain deities, wouldn’t be deliberately carved with imperfections. But the fish’s teeth, and the connection between its head and neck, all look very unnatural, like…”

"It's as if a real, living thing had been transformed."

Lu Ban uttered the second half of Trist's sentence. He stretched out his crowbar, tapped the stone statue, and chiseled off a small piece, which was indeed stone.

"Let's go around it, at least we still have the Fingers of Light..."

Trist raised his whip and pointed forward, but he couldn't finish his sentence.

Even the few lights that brought warmth and hope disappeared into the fog.

Chapter 063 He Comes from the Ruined City

Apart from the dim yellow light, there was only endless darkness.

The fog was still a pale, bleak gray near the carriage, but further away it had fallen into darkness.

Lu Ban conjured up a [last words] in his hand, which enhanced his hearing, allowing him to try to catch the sounds around him.

However, Lu Ban heard nothing.

"We can only move forward."

Tristana's expression turned somewhat grim.

If he encounters a monster, he can kill it with a pistol.

If he encounters something he can't beat, he can lie down and obediently wait to die.

The worst situation is this kind of limbo, being in a foreign land, unable to die completely, yet finding it difficult to live.

Fortunately, as a battle-hardened chosen one, he knew how to handle things in a way that allowed him to adapt to any situation.

After slightly adjusting its direction, the carriage continued forward, moving away from the stone statue.

Lu Ban saw the hazy shadow of the stone statue being swallowed by the thick fog and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Although there are no lights, at least there is a gravel road.

The carriage moved slowly forward along the cobblestone path.

Trist remained vigilant, peering into the fog.

The shapes of the fog are unpredictable, and sometimes they present a familiar scene.

Staring at something for too long might cause hallucinations.

Trist saw that the fog seemed to form some kind of animal, or perhaps a building, thick and thin, layer upon layer.

Just as the fog was moving toward the carriage, or rather, the carriage was moving toward the thick fog, Drizzt spotted a figure in the fog!

"!"

He held the reins with one hand and raised the muzzle of his gun with the other.

Did you see that?

Trist asked Lu Ban behind him.

"I saw it."

Lu Ban didn't seem nervous at all, and even added a sentence.

"Perhaps we can ask him for directions?"

"???"

Several question marks appeared above Trist's head.

Is there really something wrong?

He gripped the rope tightly, urging the horse to pull the cart closer to the figure standing in the fog, ready to speed away immediately should any problems arise.

I don't know whether to be glad or unlucky, but it wasn't a stone statue.

is a person.

The man had sparse hair, deep wrinkles on his face, and only a pair of eyes that were very prominent, to the point of being jarring.

He had thin lips and a hunched back, standing motionless by the roadside.

He was dressed in simple clothes, with only a pair of gray cloth shoes, which stood out conspicuously in the dark fog.

Behind that person, amidst the thick fog, there seemed to be some strangely shaped building.

The carriage stopped beside him.

"...Excuse me, how do I get to Kushui Town?"

Drizzt mustered his courage and asked a question.

The man didn't react at first, as if he couldn't hear Drizzt's words. Then, after about three or four seconds, his eyes moved.

It wasn't that he was moving his gaze to observe the carriage, but rather that his eyes twitched as if he were waking up from a deep sleep, regaining their alertness.

But he still did not answer.

Lu Ban patted Trist on the shoulder and stepped forward.

The person in front of me is very strange.

Because Lu Ban was holding the "Last Words" in his left hand, it was impossible to hear his heartbeat.

If Lu Ban lost his sight and relied solely on his hearing, he would think there was nothing in front of him.

Instead of directly questioning the man, he extended a crowbar and tried to poke him.

"Hey……"

Drizzt was surprised and didn't have time to stop him, but just as the end of Lu Ban's crowbar was about to touch the man, the man made a sound.

It was a strange sound, a sound that came out with difficulty from deep in the throat, like a sound that came from some other creature forcibly learning from humans.

"there."

The man raised his short hand and pointed ahead.

His movements were sluggish and awkward, as if his joints had long been frozen, giving people a strange feeling.

"Thank you."

Lu Ban sat back down.

"..."

Watching the interaction between the two, Trist couldn't tell who was the stranger one.

"Let's go."

Lu Ban urged.

Puzzled, Drizzt spurred his horse away from the strange man.

It wasn't until the other party was swallowed by the mist and could no longer be found that Trist remembered something.

The person I just saw looked a bit like a fish.

"He has no heartbeat."

Lu Ban's voice came from behind him, sending a chill down Trist's spine.

"That person looks a bit like the monster in the stone statue, only more human."

"Trist said."

"The Night Kingdom should not have any magic to bring the dead back to life. Most of the descriptions in the items mention that only some people in the Wasteland can coexist with the dead."

"Can people in the wasteland come back to life?"

Lu Ban became interested.

"It's not quite the same. Have you ever been to the wilderness?"

Trist lit his pipe again; only the pungent smell of the smoke could counteract the fear spreading through the fog.

"No."

Lu Ban answered truthfully.

"The people of the wasteland don't so much believe in gods as they try to become gods themselves. Their extraordinary beings are saints, and these saints all have powerful names, just like the land of the dead in the wasteland, whose ruler seems to be called... Hades."

Drizzt recalled something.

"Pluto, is it..."

Lu Ban knew perfectly well that this name was Hades, the Greek god of the underworld, and also a major villain in many works.