I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 619 - 619 618. I kill myself_1

Chapter 619: 618. I kill myself_1 Chapter 619: 618. I kill myself_1 Lily stayed in her room, clenching her handkerchief, nervous and anxious. The nails on her thumbs were somewhat uneven, a sign left from gnawing at them when she felt tense—an habit she never had before, and she didn’t know when she had developed it.

She was very afraid now.

Lily was originally just a maid in the house, a simple job for a girl not yet twenty, consisting of cleaning and taking care of Mr. Bronning.

Surprisingly, contrary to the theory of the head maid who instructed her, that all old people were difficult to deal with, the nearly sixty-year-old man was spry and vigorous, appearing more like a middle-aged person. Lily often mistook his age, thinking she wasn’t taking care of an old man but an uncle who was only a little more than a decade older than herself.

Then, just like in many stories, Lily found herself thrown into Mr. Bronning’s bed one night. Such occurrences were common in Abandoned Capital, where pretty maids were easily fancied by the young masters of wealthy families. Those with good luck could become lovers, securing a substantial income for a while; those less fortunate might be thrown out of the house, left to drift in the world.

But for someone like Lily, it was extremely rare.

She too had been taken as a lover by Bronning, for he had lost his wife and there was no lady of the house to persecute her. Under normal circumstances, Lily might have become legitimate through pregnancy, or at least she and her child would have received careful attention.

But the sudden death of Bronning made everything confusing and unclear.

If only more time had passed, and Bronning had acknowledged her in front of his family, then Lily might have stayed in the house, or at least be paid off by Bronning’s children.

But now, Bronning’s savvy offspring would definitely not recognize Lily’s existence and would even slander her to get her out of the house.

Worse still, Lily had heard that in some families associated with gangs, such troublesome women might be disposed of, or thrown into places like the Red Dance Hall to earn money with their bodies.

Her only reliance now was on Detective Stone.

Since he was commissioned by Bronning, perhaps she could seek his protection, at least to save her life…

Thinking of this, Lily felt somewhat dizzy, and her throat was uncomfortably tight as if something was trying to come out. She went into the bathroom, retched a couple of times but gave up struggling due to the twisting pain and burning sensation in her stomach. She turned on the tap, washed her face with the clear water, and lifted her head.

In the mirror, Lily looked at her own haggard face, with water droplets on the young, delicate skin. Ever since Mr. Bronning’s death, she had not rested properly. She had deep bags under her eyes, and her eyes were bloodshot.

Clang—

Suddenly, a metallic clashing sound came from behind. She quickly turned around, only to find that an item from the bathroom shelf had fallen.

Picking up the bottle and putting it back, Lily then felt as if something had floated past behind her.

Turning around, Lily only saw her reflection in the mirror.

At that moment, Lily suddenly felt something was off.

She scrutinized her pale reflection in the mirror, and then she realized with a start that the mirror’s Lily was slowly curling her lips into a bizarre smile.

Seeing this, Lily’s mouth slightly opened, her heartbeat abruptly accelerated, her body tensed up, and she watched as the reflection of Lily in the mirror, with that cruel and shadowy smile, raised both hands toward her own smooth neck and firmly grasped it, gradually tightening her grip.

Lily glanced at her hands; they had not raised like the ones in the mirror.

But the next moment, two handprints appeared on Lily’s neck. Those handprints turned dark, tightly constricting her neck, making it impossible for Lily to breathe.

She was suffocating.

Raising her hands to struggle, Lily found she couldn’t reach the hands in the mirror no matter how she tried. She watched the cruel smile of the entity in the mirror that looked just like her, her fear spreading rapidly. Soon, Lily felt as if she was being lifted.

The two invisible hands lifted her off the ground, and Lily kicked her legs in vain; all she felt was an encroaching darkness as she was about to faint.

Just then, perhaps by coincidence or some will to survive from beyond, Lily felt the grip around her neck loosen slightly. Seizing the moment, she screamed with all the strength she had left.

The volume of the scream was so loud that even Lily was taken aback. The next moment, the sense of constriction on her neck grew stronger, reducing her cries to faint whimpers, like the death throes of a small animal.

Lily had no idea how much time passed, but just as brief flashes of her life began to appear before her, a loud noise came from outside the door, and suddenly the hands choking her released their grip.

Thump—

Lily collapsed to the floor, her vision still blurry. She could see that her rescuer was not the detective but rather one of the two guests Mr. Bronning had invited. The lack of oxygen to her brain caused Lily’s consciousness to fade, and she soon lost consciousness.

Lu Ban first used True Sight to scan the surroundings but found no trace of any monster.

He crouched down to check Lily’s breathing, weak but still present.

On the woman’s neck were two handprints, tightly imprinted, almost as if they were about to snap her slender throat, and her hands had just been removed from her own neck.

She had almost strangled herself to death!

Flipping back Lily’s eyelids, Lu Ban saw her pupils were slightly dilated and unresponsive to light.

While she was not dead, she might have suffered some brain damage.

Looking around, Lu Ban turned his attention to a mirror on the wall.

He approached it and saw his serious expression reflected back at him.

After knocking on the mirror, Lu Ban confirmed that the back was solid.

“What’s the matter… Oh my God!”

Miss Emma, the lady with the fan, arrived after Stone and Shia did, and she gasped upon seeing Lily on the floor.

“What happened to her?”

Following was Mr. Bronning’s son Lorne, who had come upon hearing the scream. Seeing several people in Lily’s room, he asked anxiously.

“She seems to have been affected by some sort of curse or spell, almost killing herself.”

Stone explained in a simple and easily understandable way without the need for much elaboration.

For the people of Abandoned Capital, such an explanation suited most situations, after all, Stone was not one to talk about pollution or Foreign Domain, which seemed too far-fetched.

“There could be a curse from Taoist Crane Cry within this mansion; it’s best for everyone to stick together and not wander alone.”

“A… curse?”

Looking at the unconscious Lily, Miss Emma covered her mouth with her fan.