I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

The library offers visitors a wrap-like food.

Using gray insect wings as a base, sprinkle various insect legs, pupae, wriggling worms, etc. on top, spread with a sauce made from a mixture of plant and insect juices, roll it up, and a delicious and colorful insect roll is ready.

Lu Ban's face scrunched up like a bitter gourd.

He held the rolled pancake, finding it difficult to take a bite.

Feng Yu, on the other hand, ate without changing his expression.

With one bite, the crunchy worm, combined with the dark green sauce, smeared on Feng Yu's lips, and it actually looked quite appetizing.

Lu Ban swallowed hard.

took a bite.

The insects are fried, with a crispy outer skin and a tender, juicy interior. Different insects have different textures; some are creamy like cheese, some are crispy like potato chips, and some are chewy and have a texture like beef.

The sauce, with its sweet and sour flavor, cuts through the greasiness of the food.

The outermost worm wings are like dough, with a certain degree of flexibility, yet not so tough as to be difficult to bite. When eaten with the filling, they are quite satisfying.

Once you accept this premise, the taste is actually quite good.

"vomit--"

Lu Ban burped, feeling a little nauseous.

He finished one wrap, then took another and put it in his pocket.

"what are you up to?"

Feng Yu looked at Lu Ban's actions with some confusion.

"A gift to mark our meeting."

Lu Ban said mysteriously.

Feng Yu frowned but didn't ask any further questions.

After eating, Lu Ban said goodbye to Feng Yu and left the library.

As he walked down the street, his gaze swept across the crowd, and he quickly realized that someone was secretly watching him.

In the mere 0.42 seconds that we locked eyes, she had already spent less than a lifetime with you.

He was internally debating whether to step forward with his left foot or his right.

He was worried that you might have found out, but luckily, his worries were completely unnecessary.

She's hesitating whether to follow you, after all, you've already checked her location three times.

Lu Ban observed all of these behaviors from passersby.

At least five people were tracking and monitoring him from different locations.

Lu Ban wasn't worried about danger. In Utopia, these people certainly wouldn't do anything outrageous.

However, with him constantly following her, Lu Ban found it inconvenient to move around.

He had naturally anticipated these things.

Lu Ban weaved through the alley, and the people followed him, pretending to be looking at the scenery.

He circled around and soon arrived at the empty houses in Utopia. There were few people here during the day, as the merchants had all gone to the market to sell their goods, and there was no need to worry about thieves here.

Lu Ban randomly found an empty room, quickly picked up a stone from the ground, carved his name on the outside of the door, and went inside.

The moment Lu Ban entered the house, the people who had been following him realized something was wrong and quickly concealed themselves to observe the situation.

They naturally couldn't just enter the house that Lu Ban had written his name on; they could only keep watch from outside.

But no one knew what Lu Ban did in the room.

They exchanged a glance and hid near the house.

Lu Ban entered the house and looked around.

Immediately, he collapsed and melted into a lump of rotting flesh.

He left a little bit, shaped it into the form of a paper doll named Lu Ban, and let the paper doll Lu Ban lie in the room.

Then, Lu Ban completely disappeared into the sand.

Although the gaps between the sand grains are small, they are more than enough to accommodate landslides.

He sank in completely, then suddenly popped out again.

Carefully wrapping up the insect crepe that had fallen to the ground, Lu Ban sank down again.

Traveling through the sand, Lu Ban quickly arrived at the headquarters of the Quicksand Council.

This is a three-story cottage near the oasis, with views of the oasis's lake from the courtyard, a place lush and green.

Several members of the Quicksand Council were sitting in the courtyard, eating small, finger-sized insect snacks and exchanging hushed conversations.

Lu Ban bypassed these people, transforming into a ball of slime and flowing among the gravel on the ground.

Upon entering the building, Lu Ban attempted to find evidence that the Quicksand Council had communicated with other entities.

The first floor is a lobby, the second floor is a conference hall, and the third floor has many small rooms for people to be alone, but I don't know what they are used for.

Lu Ban looked around but found nothing.

He dodged the passersby and then used [Real Vision] to take another look around.

Soon, Lu Ban discovered a hidden door in a corner of the hall.

The mechanism of the door was unknown, but since Lu Ban didn't need to go through the main entrance anyway, he sneaked in.

This is a basement located beneath the building.

As soon as Lu Ban entered the basement, he felt a tremor.

Clearly, within this basement exists some extraordinary power, a power that is contending with the rules of utopia, creating a wondrous area that the rules cannot affect.

In the very center of the basement, a mangled corpse was arranged in a bizarre way on a complex magic circle. Its blood had long since dried, and its hideous and twisted expression instilled genuine fear.

At the location where the magic circle is enshrined, stands a statue of a deity.

Lu Ban was very familiar with that statue; in the Silent Land, it was called the "Benevolent Father Statue".

It seems that the Quicksand Council has indeed chosen the most entertaining way to win.

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The statue stood on a black square stone. Its body was bloated, and the greenish stone surface was covered with pus and wounds. A huge mouth was open on its abdomen, revealing sharp teeth. Its face was indistinguishable in terms of features, twisted like kneaded clay, giving people a sense of horror.

Just seeing this statue is enough to make one's scalp tingle and eyes blur, especially since it is covered with a layer of congealed blood. The murky blood is like a spider web covering the surface of the statue and the corpse, making it both eerie and terrifying.

But Lu Ban was a seasoned veteran who had seen it all, and this level of ugliness was not enough to shake his resolve.

However, these children, who knows where they got the courage, actually dared to worship such an evil god in Utopia.

Ignorance is bliss.

Lu Ban thought about it and realized that there are many unruly children in reality, which is quite true.

Some climb over transformer boxes and become acquaintances, some blow up manhole covers and send excrement flying, and some drive ghost trains to their funerals in the center of attention. Even in civilized modern society, there are still plenty of ways to court death.

Say goodbye to evil spirits, it's a small matter.

Lu Ban glanced at the corpse, unsure whether it was a commoner or one of the fanatical young masters among them. He squatted down to examine it closely. The death was gruesome, with all the internal organs missing, presumably "offered" to the dead.

After thinking for a moment, Lu Ban placed the insect crepe in his arms on the corpse.

This might seem a bit disrespectful to the food, but he wanted to try it out and see if he could connect with the "Heavenly Father" on the other side if he made the offerings himself.

The blood-formed magic circle emitted a faint glow, and some mysterious connection burst forth from the insect tortilla, entwining with the magic circle like silk threads.

Lu Ban could sense that a passage was being opened in the void.

The passage was filled with sticky flesh and blood, and the deeper you went, the more horrifying it became.

The eerie green light illuminated the entire room, and Lu Ban saw that the insect burrito was gradually decomposing, being absorbed, and disappearing into the void.

After a while, the insect burritos all turned into crumbs and were violently sucked into the eerie green tunnel.

Lu Ban waited for the other party's response.

According to Lu Ban's research, the so-called act of offering is actually somewhat similar to the three handshakes in the Night Kingdom's magic network.

What is actually offered is not that important; the main purpose of offering sacrifices is to confirm that both parties are connected.

Just like network transmission, in order to verify that the other party is indeed your target, you always have to include something for verification. Sometimes it's a useless verification code, sometimes it's a specific set of numbers, or it's simply encrypted.

The offering is this verification code.

As for why many rituals use flesh and blood, souls and the like, it's mainly because these things are relatively easy for those indescribable great beings to recognize. Many beings can find them by their scent and won't lose them at all.

Different evil gods correspond to different offerings. Some people like chicken feet, some like black dots, and some think stains are no good. There might even be other evil gods. Just write 4396 on a piece of paper and you can contact them at lightning speed.

Moments later, all the insect tortilla crumbs were sucked up clean.

After a while, Lu Ban heard some movement on the other side.

*Pfft*

The crumbs of the insect burrito were sprayed back, splattering all over the room.

It seems that it was returned because it tasted too bad.

"It really tastes awful, doesn't it?"

Lu Ban was now certain that there was nothing wrong with his sense of taste.

He picked up the statue, and the elusive connection vanished instantly; the eerie green passage in the void also disappeared.

Lu Ban had seen this kind of statue before; it served as an anchor point.

While on the island, the statues could communicate with each other, and Lu Ban even had a brief exchange with the people of Wudu.

However, this statue should now be directly connected to the [Father].

After thinking for a moment, Lu Ban materialized a silver fountain pen in his hand [Last Words].

Countless characters appeared on the statue, forming illusory pages.