I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

Drizzt was extremely surprised to hear the name come out of his mouth.

If this person is referring to someone as a witness who saw him commit the crime, then Drizzt can only conclude that he is an extremely intelligent and high-IQ criminal.

But now, this person has actually pointed out Lu Ban's name directly!

It's important to know that in order to persuade his superiors to issue an arrest warrant, Twisted Fate didn't mention Lu Ban's information to many people. After all, if others knew that Twisted Fate had identified Lu Ban as a suspect because of a recently discharged mental patient, he might end up in the Jiangcheng Mental Health Center himself.

He only mentioned that it was information from an anonymous informant, therefore, there was no possibility that Lu Ban's information was leaked during the arrest.

So, how did he know about Lu Ban?

Could it be... that what Lu Ban said was true?

Is this world truly a figment of his imagination?

No, it's impossible.

Drizzt banished the idea from his mind; he couldn't accept such an outrageous claim.

Who is Lu Ban?

Drizzt replied.

"Stop pretending. You only found me because of Lu Ban. I need to see him. Once I see him, you can get everything you want."

The man spoke calmly, as if he were the one being interrogated, not Twisted Fate.

Without showing any emotion, Trist picked up his phone and sent a message to Lu Ban.

They then sent someone to pick up Lu Ban directly.

In the corridor, Lu Ban saw Trist smoking. The policeman took a deep breath and stubbed out his cigarette.

"Don't talk to him too much, he's a very abnormal person."

"Trist said, adding another word of advice."

"More abnormal than me?"

Lu Ban countered with a question.

Trist was speechless for a moment.

He gave his colleagues a few words of instruction and told them to leave the interrogation room. Then, Trist found an officer who hadn't shown up earlier, changed into plainclothes, and followed him into the interrogation room.

"This is Lu Ban."

Drizzt pointed at the officer and said.

The man glanced at the police officer, then at Tristan.

"Don't play me."

His implication was that this was a fake, and that he wanted the real Lu to come over.

Trist glanced at the officer beside him, gestured for him to leave, and called Lu Ban in.

As soon as Lu Ban walked in, the man's expression changed.

As you can see, a fanatical look appeared in his originally calm eyes. He stared at Lu Ban, and if he hadn't been handcuffed to the chair, he probably would have stood up and rushed at Lu Ban.

"You are Lu Ban."

"That's what the man said."

What do you want from me?

Lu Ban spoke directly.

Trist glanced at Lu Ban, but said nothing.

"It's not me who's looking for you, it's the Lord."

The man said in a cold tone.

"host?"

Trist glanced at the recorder and confirmed that it had indeed recorded his words.

What is said here cannot be taken as testimony now, but Drizzt still wants to record it for research.

Because his intuition told him that this murder was not a simple matter.

The man ignored Trist and stared at Lu Ban.

His eyes suddenly rolled back, and he began to convulse as if in shock. Just as Drizzt was considering whether to pause the interrogation and find him a doctor, the man suddenly stopped moving.

He raised his head and looked at Lu Ban, his eyes filled only with black, with no whites.

"■■■■■!"

He uttered incomprehensible mutterings, which Trist couldn't understand at all, and could only look at Lu Ban.

Lu Ban listened attentively for a while.

"what did he say?"

"Drizzt asked."

"I don't know."

Lu Ban said earnestly.

"..."

Trist was speechless for a moment.

"Gah, gah gah wah."

Lu Ban imitated the other person's voice and called out twice.

The man did not respond.

Lu Ban had no choice.

He had previously relied either on translations from the Silent Land or on the tainted knowledge in his mind, but now, listening to the other person's incoherent babbling, he genuinely couldn't understand a word.

"Can you do it?"

Trist looked at Lu Ban with some disdain.

"Don't rush, I know you're in a hurry, but just don't rush."

Lu Ban advised.

He spoke earnestly to the man.

"As you know, this is an illusion, a place where there are no Great Old Ones. I can't understand what you're saying. Could you please switch to a language I can understand? Uh, forget about English, I've almost forgotten it all."

The man remained silent for a moment after hearing Lu Ban's words.

Then, he spoke in a voice that sounded like he had phlegm stuck in his throat.

"You will die, today."

Chapter 907 Not Today

"You will die, today."

The man uttered these words in a fragmented manner.

Upon hearing this, Lu Ban instinctively spoke up.

Not today.

"...today."

Not today.

Lu Ban felt he shouldn't continue arguing like a child, so he tapped the table.

"Who are you? Are you not from this illusion, or are you also part of it?"

He asked.

This must be an illusion created by the "Dark Ones," which is almost impossible for other Great Old Ones to intrude into, and this man is clearly not an incarnation of the "Dark Ones."

Compared to this guy, the doctors at the mental hospital are more like the "man of darkness".

Therefore, Lu Ban guessed that the latter possibility was more likely.

The guy who created this illusion was a little unhappy with Lu Ban's comfortable life, so he had this guy warn Lu Ban.

But what was his purpose?

Lu Ban originally thought that the "Dark One" wanted to create an exceptionally beautiful world to make Lu Ban give up returning to the alien world, but now it seems that this was not his original intention.

"You cannot save them."

The man spoke again.

"them?"

Lu Ban glanced at Trist beside him.

They were already people who had died in the real world, people who had witnessed the end and completed the cycle of fate, and had no chance of being saved. If Lu Ban left this illusion, they would naturally disappear as well.

How can we even talk about salvation?

Is there any way to help these people escape the cycle of fate and survive the almost impossible miracle?

"Today..."

The man repeated the phrase over and over, like a relentless broken record.

Suddenly, he convulsed, foamed at the mouth, and struggled violently with his hands, causing the chair fixed to the ground to shake.

"what happened to you?"

Trist stood up, looked at the man, fearing it might be an act, and called over the other officers.

When the other officers entered, the man had already fallen silent; his muscles were convulsing, and he had fainted.

"This is weird..."

Trist had seen many vicious thugs, but he had never seen anyone like that before.