I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 680 - 680 679. Listen to my advice surrender yourself

Chapter 680: 679. Listen to my advice, surrender yourself quickly!_1 Chapter 680: 679. Listen to my advice, surrender yourself quickly!_1 Having returned to his room, Zheng Li first saved his progress.

Even if those insects appeared again, he wouldn’t have to start over from scratch.

He touched the notebook in his pocket, toying with a thought that straddled curiosity and a death wish.

Zheng Li decided to open the notebook to see.

His heart pounded, audible and fast.

With the storm outside growing more violent and the flashes of lightning and thunder, Zheng Li slowly opened the notebook.

The text on the notebook had not changed, still lying flat on the paper.

Zheng Li read the words on the page, records of Taoist Crane Cry’s various miraculous deeds, one of which described his acts of healing and saving people.

It was information pieced together from several newspaper clippings, mentioning a time when a certain small town’s mayor passed away from illness. Since the mayor was kind and had led the townspeople to a better life, everyone was deeply saddened and decided to hold a funeral for him.

Due to the large number of mourners, the mayor’s body was kept in the memorial hall until the ninth day before burial. On this day, Taoist Crane Cry happened to pass by the town with his disciples and, upon hearing of the situation, decided to pay respects to the mayor.

However, during the wake, Taoist Crane Cry glanced at the mayor’s body and noticed something odd. He declared that the mayor had not died from illness but had been poisoned. The crowd was shocked and urgently asked Taoist Crane Cry who killed the mayor. He didn’t tell them the answer but suggested, “Why not ask the mayor himself?”

Afterward, Taoist Crane Cry stated he possessed the Art of Resurrection, which could bring back those who died with unresolved grievances. The townspeople didn’t believe him and thought he was a charlatan out to make money.

But the mayor’s family, in their profound grief, heard of this and decided to take a chance on Taoist Crane Cry.

He began setting up the ritual and, that very night, everyone felt a chill in the air as if cries from the abyss of the underworld echoed around them. However, come morning, the mayor really had come back to life.

He identified his murderers, who were from a wealthy local family. Enraged, the villagers immediately dragged them from their home and burned them to death. In gratitude to Taoist Crane Cry, the mayor donated much of that family’s wealth to the Crane Cry Sect, and from then on, the legend of Soul Summoning Night began to spread.

Finishing this story that read like a segment from a supernatural novel, Zheng Li felt a slight shiver.

Resurrection in Abandoned Capital should also be impossible, but as someone familiar with Lu Ban’s Silent Film Universe, Zheng Li knew of similar claims at Nanhua Private Renji Hospital, where Sludge Monsters were said to imitate the deceased, absorbing their consciousness and controlling their movements.

This Art of Resurrection by Taoist Crane Cry seemed very likely to be the work of those Sludge Monsters.

“He set up a ritual, summoned those Sludge Monsters, and replaced the mayor? That wealthy family might not really have been the killers; they could have just been arbitrarily accused by Taoist Crane Cry for the sake of money?”

The more he thought about it, the more terrified Zheng Li became.

Just as he was about to turn to the next page, suddenly, a scream sent a shiver down his spine.

“Has someone been attacked?”

Zheng Li immediately put away the notebook, grabbed his pistol, and ran toward the room from where the scream had come.

He discovered it was the room of Lily, Bronning’s lover.

There seemed to be faint cries for help from the room, but the door was closed.

Zheng Li kicked the door twice, but it didn’t budge.

He didn’t know what to do. The sounds inside grew fainter until at last, with a thud, all fell silent.

It was then that the old housekeeper arrived, belatedly. He looked anxiously at Zheng Li standing at the door then, as if remembering something, went to fetch the keys. By the time the door was opened, Zheng Li found that the beautiful mistress had died, her face frozen in terror.

And she had strangled herself with her own hands!!!

Zheng Li couldn’t imagine how someone could manage to strangle themselves; he felt dazed.

“Taoist Crane Cry, it’s the ghost of Taoist Crane Cry…”

Zheng Li muttered incoherently, seeming utterly distraught.

He had seen dead bodies in real life before, but those had been neatly laid out on autopsy tables, and since there was already such a shortage of corpse teachers, it was rare to even see one, let alone directly perform dissections and hands-on practice.

Now, having witnessed this bizarre corpse, Zheng Li, too, was shocked.

He used to joke with his classmates that he had seen more dead bodies than some people had eaten pork. Now, that statement seemed more like a joke about pretending to be something he wasn’t.

He was lost for words until the old butler and other servants came to confirm Lily’s death.

Zheng Li had forgotten how he had passed the subsequent time, he returned to his room, took his revolver out of its holster, and felt a voice whispering in his ear, telling him that everything was his fault and that he could have saved the girl.

As if possessed, he raised the revolver. Zheng Li saw his own reflection in the mirror, his complexion dark as night, as if he were a corpse turning a blue-black hue.

Zheng Li pulled the trigger.

The moment the trigger engaged, Zheng Li’s consciousness returned. He didn’t understand why he was doing this, he frantically tried to redirect the barrel, but the bullet had already passed through his brain.

Before the excruciating pain could propagate across his cerebral cortex, Zheng Li saw himself in the mirror.

He was smiling at himself with a sinister grin.

“…Damn!”

Zheng Li couldn’t help but exclaim. He immediately exited the game, took off the helmet, and found his roommate was nowhere to be seen.

Checking the time on his phone, it was noon, probably when everyone went to the cafeteria for lunch.

Recalling Lily’s death and that eerie smile in the mirror just before the attempted suicide, he felt an urge to vomit, climbed down from his bed, and went to the washroom to splash some water on his face. He looked at himself in the mirror, feeling as though the person there was sneering at him.

Feeling a surge in his throat, he immediately threw up all his breakfast.

After washing up, Zheng Li took a couple of sips of water to rinse his mouth. Each muscle in his body ached from tension.

He had a dull pain in his temples. He sat back in the chair, staring at the helmet.

At that moment, an idea struck him, and Zheng Li opened his computer, beginning to search for relevant information in the school’s electronic library.

He was a forensics student, after all.

The condition of Lily’s body was still fresh in his mind. Zheng Li wanted to look into the cause of death to see if there was anything supernatural about it.

At the same time, Zheng Li realized that in this round of the game, he was a bit late returning to his room and didn’t meet with disaster right away, but Lily did. Could this mean that someone was guaranteed to be in danger on the first night? If he couldn’t stop it, would the culprit target him next?

This meant he had to save Lily, otherwise, that eerie entity would definitely make him commit suicide again.

He thought it highly likely, so he started searching online for ways to break into rooms.

Zheng Li first posted a question on “Got it?” describing the condition of the door and lock, and listing the tools at his disposal, including the revolver, asking how one could break through the door.

After browsing through some medical literature, Zheng Li saw that there were replies to his question. He hastily opened them.

“Listen to some advice, bro, turn yourself in before it’s too late!”

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