I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

"Water, give me water."

Do you want some water?

Zhou Changqing countered with a question, then hurriedly picked up a slightly cracked ceramic cup from the table, grabbed the teapot, and poured water into the cup.

But the teapot seemed to be empty. He had tilted it quite a bit, but nothing came out.

Just as Zhou Changqing was wondering, liquid flowed out of the teapot.

That was red blood.

Chapter 735 Possession

Zhou Changqing looked at the contents of the cup, his nostrils twitching slightly as he smelled a strong stench of blood.

Is it not good for elderly people to drink this kind of tea?

This was the first thought that came to his mind.

"Water, give me, water..."

The withered old man hurriedly stretched out his hand with sharp nails, trying to grab the cup.

Zhou Changqing could only put the cup on the table and watch the old man pick it up and gulp down the blood inside. A few drops of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth with the thumping of his throat, just like a zombie that had just finished drinking blood.

Seeing this, Zhou Changqing realized that it was almost time for him to go downstairs to eat, so he took a step back and prepared to leave.

"If you have nothing else to do, I'll be going now."

As he was speaking, the old man suddenly grabbed Zhou Changqing's wrist.

The sharp nails stung Zhou Changqing's skin, causing him to frown.

"I want more water, more, more..."

The old man made a whimpering sound. He opened his mouth, and you could see that several sharp, canine-like teeth were protruding from his mouth, which had previously seemed toothless.

"I want……"

He lunged at Zhou Changqing.

Zhou Changqing didn't have time to dodge and instinctively threw a punch.

*Pfft*

The old man's face collided head-on with Zhou Changqing's fist, and like a rotten persimmon being hit by a hammer, it immediately shattered.

Crimson blood and flesh splattered onto the wall, and the old man's body suddenly lost its strength and slumped down.

"I killed someone?"

Zhou Changqing panicked. He hurriedly stood up and tried to call an ambulance, but when he took out his phone, the old man had vanished.

The scenery around him also changed, from that dilapidated little house to an elevator lobby.

Ding--

The elevator made a sound, and Zhou Changqing found himself on the first floor.

He checked the elevator floor number and confirmed that there was indeed no fourth floor.

Zhou Changqing hurriedly stepped out of the elevator and left the building. He looked back and counted up to the fourth floor, where it was pitch black and no one seemed to be home.

"Is it just my imagination?"

Zhou Changqing was puzzled and turned to walk quickly towards the exit of the community.

Just after he turned around, a red light suddenly lit up in the darkness on the fourth floor. In the light, the old man stood unharmed by the window, staring intently at Zhou Changqing.

He was puzzled.

Why is this person completely unafraid of themselves?

This person's every move is normal, but when facing himself, that's when he's most abnormal.

What has he experienced?

The old man wiped his mouth.

In the blink of an eye, the old man appeared in Zhou Changqing's toilet mirror.

He reached out and quickly emerged from the mirror, gaining a physical form.

His gaze swept across the room, searching for anything that interested him.

Suddenly, his gaze settled on a helmet.

He suddenly felt that the helmet had some kind of attraction that made it impossible for him to look away.

After thinking for a moment, he approached the helmet and climbed inside.

The next moment, "Zhou Changqing" appeared on the bed.

He looked around and saw that the environment here was completely different from what he had just experienced, filled with decay and backwardness.

It was completely empty; there was no one else in sight.

Zhou Changqing got out of bed and walked towards the door.

He smelled the scent of earth and came to the doorway, where he found that it seemed to be a small town.

"Didn't I just enter that helmet? How did I end up here?"

Zhou Changqing was extremely confused and had no idea what had happened.

But his instincts told him that there were many things around him that were "similar" to himself.

He decided to explore it.

Zhou Changqing saw some passersby and noticed that the buildings ahead were lit up, indicating that there were more people there. He walked towards them, but the deep forest behind him gave him a sense of danger, and he knew he shouldn't approach it rashly.

He observed the people around him and found that some were indeed human, but others were human figures made of some kind of muddy sludge.

He felt very uncomfortable that these two completely different beings were talking and communicating together.

Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"I called you so many times, why didn't you respond?"

Zhou Changqing turned his head and saw a thin young man with a face that looked somewhat foreign, unlike that of an Eastern ethnic group.

"I didn't notice."

Zhou Changqing gave a vague answer, intending to find an excuse to leave, but then suddenly noticed that the person had a very strong fragrance.

This blood, this fragrance of the soul, is his best delicacy.

We must find a way to get our hands on this person!

Thinking this through, Zhou Changqing decided to follow the other party's lead.

“I was just saying you came back so quickly. Perfect timing, I just had an idea, let’s go to the lab and take a look.”

The young man said excitedly, and without saying another word, he pulled "Zhou Changqing" towards the town.

Zhou Changqing waited for his opportunity. He followed behind the other person and watched as the two entered a room. He was very happy, as this was his area of ​​expertise.

Moreover, unlike the bustling streets, there were only the two of them here.

While the young man was rummaging through things, "Zhou Changqing's" fingernails grew longer and sharper, like small knives, and sharp teeth appeared at the corners of his mouth as he licked his lips.

"Here you go, this is it."

The other person turned around and handed a blueprint to "Zhou Changqing".

Zhou Changqing was originally going to give it a perfunctory answer, but when he saw the blueprint, he was stunned.

A shiver ran through his body, and the core of his soul felt as if it were being roasted over a fire. The excruciating pain made him furrow his brow immediately, trying to endure it. But the words and pictures on the blueprints seemed like a curse, enveloping his entire body.

Zhou Changqing's mouth began to twitch, and he felt unsteady on his feet and dizzy.

Those words were like daggers, stabbing one wound after another into his soul.

"How about it?"

The young man asked rather naively, but Zhou Changqing had already lost patience. He threw down the blueprints and ran outside, wanting to return to the bed and to his original world.

But those words had completely bound his soul. Not long after he went out, he lost control of his body, and his whole body went limp and he lost his form.

Meanwhile, at Zhou Changqing's home, wisps of smoke rose from the helmet, accompanied by faint wails, before finally disappearing into the evening breeze.

While eating heartily at a small restaurant near the neighborhood, Zhou Changqing suddenly felt something and looked in the direction of his home.

"When I looked in the mirror just now, did I not see my face in the mirror?"

He suddenly remembered that his chopsticks had fallen onto the table.

Chapter 736 The question is about the specialties of the Night Kingdom.

Thousands of tall buildings rise from the ground.

This statement is quite apt when applied to the development of Sunset Town.

Normal construction projects, even at domestic speeds, would take several months to complete, let alone military defense fortifications like these, which must be sturdy, durable, and able to withstand strong shock waves.

Building such a fortress in a short period of time without large machinery or modern equipment is no easy task.

But the land of night is filled with magic.

There's no need to think so much about magic.

What's more, there are all sorts of extraordinary items developed by Lu Ban, from ovens that make bread taste better to gloves that allow you to easily lift heavy objects, from hoes that can pry open any corner of a wall to glasses that can tell you the height of the ceiling at a glance, just like Doraemon's four-dimensional pocket.

If we don't even consider magic, then we don't need to think about how these extraordinary items are made or manufactured.

It's a specialty of the Kingdom of Night.

Looking at the completed fortress, architect Wang Hao was filled with mixed emotions.

If these tools existed in reality, many impossible projects would become possible. As an infrastructure worker, he would certainly be able to solve more problems caused by transportation construction.

Standing atop the fortress and looking down, Wang Hao saw that in addition to this fortress-like fortress, there were several bunkers and towers in the distance. These buildings were scattered like stars, with the tall tower as the center, and spread out in all directions.

The most important thing now is that tower.