I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 918 - 918 917. Child

Chapter 918: 917. Child Chapter 918: 917. Child The drowning victim was Caucasian, so the handprint on her ankle was very distinct, not a bruise but as though someone had stamped it with an ink-soaked palm.

Her breathing had already stabilized, her eyes tightly shut as if she were in the throes of a nightmare, the rolling of her eyeballs visible.

There was a mark on her left foot, and the only other signs on her body were wrinkles from having been submerged in water for a prolonged period. Lu Ban observed carefully and suddenly felt that the handprint did not seem human.

He placed his hand over the mark and realized that not only was the handprint larger, but it also appeared to have six fingers.

“This isn’t a human hand,”

Lu Ban concluded.

As a professional Chosen by Gods, he had the courage to make this judgment.

“Not a human hand?”

Shia expressed some surprise because, under normal circumstances, one would think it might have been left by some tool, given that human hands simply couldn’t leave such a mark. The force behind it had exceeded what a normal person could exert in the sea, yet Lu Ban’s conclusion seemed ridiculously far-fetched.

“You saw it too; whatever is in that sea isn’t a diver. A normal person couldn’t move through water like that,”

Lu Ban explained.

“Applying Occam’s Razor, we shouldn’t multiply entities beyond necessity, and I still believe it’s more likely to be a diver,”

Shia said.

“By the way, when I was chatting with them just now, I asked about the local children,”

she added, following up on Lu Ban’s earlier mention of the children who were shouting “death” at him.

“They said they also heard children shouting nearby the beach yesterday, but they just took it as a prank. Also, those children didn’t bother them afterward, so they didn’t pay much attention.”

“There were children too?”

Lu Ban was somewhat surprised, both by the similarities and that Shia had remembered to ask about what he mentioned earlier.

“I’ll find Uncle Cui later and see who those kids are. If possible, we can go and ask them,”

Shia said.

“Hmm.”

Lu Ban and Shia were about to leave the medical room when the girl lying there suddenly convulsed, a large movement, as if hit by a defibrillator, making a sound.

This caused everyone to look over.

The girl’s eyes snapped open.

Only, there were no pupils, just white.

She let out a hoarse sound from her throat, like the threat of a cat when under attack, her entire body convulsing, the hardened muscles as startling as stone.

Her friend immediately came to the side of the bed, trying to soothe her.

“■■■■■!”

She uttered an eerie noise from her throat, what sounded like a language from ancient times, but it was indecipherable to anyone, only causing a feeling of horror.

It was the fear of the unknown, a reverence for the mysterious.

Only Lu Ban could quickly discern that these sounds and the syllables emitted by the murderer when “possessed” were the same.

Such chaotic and incomprehensible noise aligning perfectly was almost impossible for any human.

The only possibility was that this was some form of language.

And this foreign tourist’s connection with the Jiangcheng City murderer was definitely not physical, for two strangers to utter the same phrases was an impossibility.

This further confirmed Lu Ban’s suspicion that even in this peaceful world, some indescribable and mighty entities existed.

But for Lu Ban, this was not a bad thing, rather it was exactly what he was hoping for.

Ironically, to break out and return to the real world, Lu Ban needed to rely on the existence of those Evil Gods. Indeed, the more significant the entity that Lu Ban entangled, the greater his chances of escape.

Therefore, the more Lu Ban came into contact with those bizarre entities, the more chances he had to return to the real world.

The man and woman quickly restrained their friend, but her veins popped out, her muscles grew tense, and she convulsed continuously like a chicken that had been electrocuted, difficult to calm down.

The sounds that came from her mouth continued, horrifying and startling.

Just as the two of them were at a loss, Shia raised her hand and delivered a karate chop directly to the back of the girl’s neck. The girl let out a scream and immediately collapsed.

“Go get a doctor over here, she might need a sedative,”

Shia instructed.

The boy immediately left to find a doctor.

Shia then lifted the drowned girl’s eyelids, shone her smartphone camera’s flash into her eyes, and saw that her pupils were somewhat dilated with no reaction to the light, clearly in shock.

“You need to have someone watch her at all times, it’s best to use some means of restraining her movements, she might hurt herself,”

Shia told another girl.

But that girl was completely at a loss, holding on to her friend stiffly as if she had turned to stone.

“Useless thing,”

Shia muttered.

At that moment, the doctor arrived, saw the unconscious girl, and then looked at Shia.

“Give her a sedative,”

Shia said.

She and Lu Ban left the scene to the doctor and left the medical room.

“How is it?”

Amber hurried over to ask; the soundproofing here wasn’t very good, she could hear the screams from the corridor just a moment ago—they were gruesome and frightening.

“It’s nothing serious,”

Shia replied, seeing the slightly anxious expressions on the two high school students, she added,

“I’m starving, let’s get something to eat, let’s not stay here.”

She tried to lighten the mood with food, knowing that anyone on vacation who encountered such an event would feel down, and replenishing carbohydrates could make one feel better.

“Let’s go, I’m hungry too.”

Lu Ban shook Amber’s shoulder, indicating that she shouldn’t worry too much.

They left the medical room at the dock. The harbor was still bustling; it was now the time in the early morning when fishing boats were returning with their catch. Some fishmongers had set up stalls, displaying their fresh catches in baskets for tourists to pick from. At very low prices, one could buy seafood that was freshly caught, simple steamed or boiled, both very delicious.

There were quite a few tourists gathered here, many of whom had just returned from the beach, haggling with fishermen, buying seafood for their evening meals.

Lu Ban and Shia chose some seafood, carrying it directly to a restaurant in town to have it prepared, and ordered some side dishes. By the time the four of them finished eating, it was already evening.

The setting sun cast the sea into a golden hue, and the evening breeze brought a touch of comfort.

On the way back to the villa, Lu Ban and the others passed that stretch of beach again. Either everyone had forgotten about the day’s events, or a new group of tourists had arrived, for there were quite a few people gathered there again.

As they entered the door, Cui Siter came to greet them.

“You’re finally back. I did some investigation on the children on the island like Shia said, check these photos.”

He handed a few photos to Lu Ban.

There weren’t many people on the island to begin with, and even fewer children, so Lu Ban quickly went through all the photos.

Then he realized, none of the children he had seen belonged to any in the photos.

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