I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 922 - 922 921. Cheers to our friendship

Chapter 922: 921. Cheers to our friendship Chapter 922: 921. Cheers to our friendship The man lunged at Lu Ban as if to grab him.

Lu Ban immediately stepped back two paces, fortunately, the man’s movements were somewhat stiff, like that of a zombie, making it easy to dodge.

Clatter—

The man fell to the ground, face first.

As he lifted his head, several teeth tumbled out, his entire mouth a blur, his nose also twisted, looking horrifying and eerie.

“Don’t go, don’t go.”

The man’s mouth made a muffled sound, his eyeballs almost fell out, hanging only by a few strands of muscle, but Ke Luban felt no pity for him.

The rest of the people in the bar continued their previous actions, completely ignoring what was happening here.

The people here were like marionettes, seemingly devoid of their own will.

“Excuse me, are you two leaving?”

At that moment, suddenly a waiter’s voice came from behind.

Lu Ban turned around, the benevolent smiling waiter was standing on the path out, holding a bottle of beer in his hand.

Despite the smile on his face, there was an abnormal feeling about him.

“Yes.”

Lu Ban replied, planning to get past the waiter.

But the other party showed no signs of yielding, standing straight in front of Lu Ban and Cui Siter like a gravestone.

“Please step aside.”

Lu Ban said.

“Hey.”

Cui Siter held Lu Ban’s shoulder, and with a glance, he signaled to the person next to him to look at the waiter’s neck.

Lu Ban looked carefully and found the waiter’s neck was a bloody mess, only the collar was covering it slightly, but upon careful inspection one could still see the trachea and blood vessels writhing inside his throat.

Under normal circumstances, such a wound would surely be fatal.

Yet, the waiter was still talking to them, even behaving as if he were the only normal person in the bar.

“You haven’t finished your drink yet.”

The waiter pointed to a small round table nearby, where there were two cups.

The cups, at some point, had been filled with a red liquid, like half-coagulated blood, emitting a foul smell that was nauseating.

“We’re not drinking.”

Lu Ban flatly refused.

Cui Siter looked curiously at Lu Ban, not understanding why Lu Ban was still bothering to talk so much with this person at this time, he even felt the urge to just pull out a gun and topple the waiter and run away.

“Don’t rush, I know you’re in a hurry, but don’t rush for now.”

Lu Ban whispered a piece of advice.

He knew very well that the more bizarre the situation, the more one had to follow the other’s thinking.

It’s like when you see a ghost, if you scream and scramble away in panic right away, the ghost knows immediately that you’re afraid, and it will chase after you and haunt you.

But if you stay calm as usual, even laugh and chat with it, then the ghost starts to wonder, not knowing what’s going on with you, and becomes hesitant, unable to act rashly out of fear, and you might even scare it into a hasty retreat.

The so-called horror, fear, often is just simply irrational.

If you follow the other’s thinking, then everything becomes normal, and you lose the core element of horror.

Now, for some reason, the waiter wanted them to finish the drink in the cups before leaving, so Lu Ban went along with the waiter’s intention and picked up the cup.

The stuff in the cup gave off a foul odor, and even if it wasn’t something weird, a normal person couldn’t drink it.

Lu Ban looked at the other’s expectant eyes, then at the cup.

He sniffed it.

“Gag—”

Lu Ban nearly vomited.

As everyone knows, the sense of smell can influence taste; if something smells terrible, correspondingly, the taste will also change.

He shouldn’t have smelled it.

Lu Ban lifted his glass.

“To our friendship,” he said to the waiter, who stood immobile with a businesslike smile.

Lu Ban took a sip of the stuff.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t as awful as he had imagined.

It was just like sea water that had two or three dead fish rotting in it, mixed with chili, innards, and swill, then stirred and heated.

After taking a gulp, his throat felt searing pain, as if he had swallowed a ball of fire. That fire traveled from his mouth down his throat and into his stomach, scorching Lu Ban’s body.

“Ugh—”

Lu Ban truly vomited this time, expelling not only what he had for dinner but also spraying it onto the waiter, with some yellow-green substance even flowing into the wound at the server’s throat.

Cui Siter was flabbergasted. He hadn’t expected Lu Ban to really drink that stuff, nor had he expected Lu Ban to vomit all over the waiter.

“Sorry, I’ll take him to see a doctor.”

Seizing the moment, Cui Siter immediately steadied Lu Ban, bypassed the waiter, and led the young man out of the bar.

His steps weren’t fast but rather conveyed a certain steadiness.

The waiter quietly watched the two of them, momentarily unsure what to do.

Without looking back, Cui Siter left the bar, and it was only when he stepped outside that the police officer finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“That should be enough.”

Cui Siter shook Lu Ban a little, signaling that he no longer needed to pretend.

“Ugh—”

Unexpectedly, Lu Ban vomited a pile of stuff again, this time right onto Cui Siter’s trousers.

“F*ck, are you serious?”

Cui Siter hastily stepped back, swiftly trying to shake the filth off his trousers.

Lu Ban laid on the ground, seemingly having vomited everything he ate yesterday.

Cui Siter also noticed streaks of blood in Lu Ban’s vomit, which clearly indicated that what he had consumed was not something any normal person could eat.

“Are you okay?”

Shia leaned close to help pat Lu Ban’s back.

“Do you think he looks okay?”

Cui Siter found his trousers were beyond saving and decided to just forget about them for the time being.

He glanced back at the bar and what was terrifying was that the lights in the bar had come on again. Merrymaking music and the clamor of conversation emanated from within, just as when Cui Siter first observed the place.

“Cursed.”

Cui Siter muttered under his breath, acknowledging what he saw was no illusion. Even as a police officer brought up with a materialist worldview, he had to start considering if there were indeed some secrets in this world unknown to mankind.

Of course, Cui Siter had another explanation. The couple had taken drugs, their minds muddled, and perhaps everyone in the bar was drugging. The drugged smoke might have filled the air near the bar, causing him to hallucinate after inhaling it.

Still, Cui Siter couldn’t bring himself to step back into that bar tonight.

“Cough cough cough.”

It was then that Lu Ban seemed to have finished vomiting. He didn’t mind the mess on the ground and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“That tasted awful.”

He said, looking somewhat unsteady on his feet.

“This bar’s got some serious issues. We need to find Chen Danshen and the others for backup. I suspect there might be even deeper secrets on this island.”

Cui Siter said, pointing to the stone inn still lit amidst the fog in the distance.

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