I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords-Chapter 66 - 065. Believe in science_1

Chapter 66: 065. Believe in science_1

Chapter 66: 065. Believe in science_1

Lu Ban thought for a moment.

He hesitated to speak.

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If he told Cui Siter that his sanity had dropped to zero yet he was still standing fine in front of him, would this man suddenly draw a gun and shoot him?

Even though Lu Ban knew he was very common, perfectly normal, not at all like someone without sanity, this would again trap him in a paradox similar to Tarski’s Trap.

If a madman says he is not ill, then he must be ill because a madman cannot recognize his own illness.

If a madman admits he is ill, then his self-awareness is very clear, and he indeed has an illness.

“Let’s first figure out how to get out of this fog, I don’t want to miss the wedding.”

Cui Siter, seeing that Lu Ban remained silent, thought he was shocked by the truth of the Silent Lands and was regretting choosing the [Corrosion] difficulty. He attempted to lighten the mood.

“If we follow this road, there’s a high chance we’ll end up back where we started. Those guys say following the road will lead us to Dried Water Town, but in reality, it’s to trap us. So, we can’t follow the road, but currently there are no signs, how do we get out then…”

Hearing Cui Siter’s words, Lu Ban thought for a moment.

He stood up, went to the front of the carriage, and sat next to Cui Siter, materializing “Testament” in his hand.

In Cui Siter’s eyes, there was no change in Lu Ban.

This slightly peculiar man just opened his mouth.

It seemed as if some kind of sound burst forth from Lu Ban’s mouth, but Cui Siter couldn’t hear anything.

However, to Lu Ban’s perception, the ultrasonic waves he was repeating from his mouth were spreading out in all directions, reflecting back when they touched the buildings, trees, stones, and so on of the abandoned village. According to the sequence of these echos, Lu Ban roughly mapped out the area.

“Trust in science.”

Lu Ban commented with a sigh and then took out paper money from his bag and sketched it out roughly.

“There’s indeed something wrong with this road. It seems straight, but it’s actually a loop; walking along it will only bring us back to the starting point, and these statues are actually facing the center of the circle.”

As Cui Siter listened, words like altar and ritual came to mind. He looked down at the paper in Lu Ban’s hand.

“…It’s so ugly. Can’t you draw it a bit more normally?”

The lopsided drawing looked like a child’s scrawl, showing no clear shapes.

Despite that, Cui Siter could discern that they had been walking in this circle, and if they wanted to reach Dried Water Town, they would need to deviate from the current path.

“Do you know where to go?”

In the Silent Lands, Cui Siter also knew that the Chosen by Gods could have superhuman abilities to some extent—he himself was one—so he didn’t ask how Lu Ban had done what he’d done just now.

“Around here, this is where two roads diverge, it should be the way out.”

Lu Ban circled a point on his sketched map.

“…You can’t even tell where that is.”

Cui Siter found it a bit difficult; it was too abstract.

“I’ll guide you.”

Lu Ban was full of confidence.

He continued to open his mouth, as if he was making a sound, but not quite.

A moment later, Lu Ban pointed in a certain direction.

“This way.”

At this point, Cui Siter could only rely on Lu Ban. He spurred the reins, steering the carriage to one side.

The wheels rolled over the grass, allowing them both a clear view of the dilapidated village by the roadside.

The buildings were covered in moss, as if they had been struck by a flood, empty inside, long ago plundered clean.

On the walls of the few houses where the original structure could still be made out, mottled traces had long since seeped into the brickwork, indelible.

The carriage moved very slowly, and Cui Siter worried they might suddenly hit a wall or come across a cliff, but Lu Ban apparently didn’t care, guiding them forward along a strange route.

As time passed, the cold and damp fog clung to their skin like some kind of creature. It was hard to tell whether it was cold sweat caused by nervousness or droplets from the sea fog that quickly soaked through their clothes.

Finally, Cui Siter saw a road sign with the words “Dried Water Town” written in crooked letters that neither of them could recognize, but perhaps the Silent Lands had translated it for them, as they could understand it.

When the wheels rolled onto the gravel road again, Cui Siter’s hanging heart finally sank.

The surrounding fog thinned, and he could gradually make out the grass, the woods, and the two moons hanging high in the sky.

“If both moons of the Night Country turn red, that would be the feared Blood Moon. I’ve heard from a fellow Walker who had been through over a dozen missions that when the Blood Moon comes, the Black Forest will come alive and devour everything.”

Cui Siter said this with a sense of awe.

Up ahead, they could vaguely see the lights, which, although perhaps not part of Dried Water Town, meant at least that they had left the range of the dense fog.

He couldn’t help but look back at the thick fog.

But in that moment, Cui Siter froze.

Because he saw the fog as a giant beast, coiled upon the ground, with swirling air currents connecting to the clouds like a storm.

He had just been traversing through that very storm.

“That was close…”

He couldn’t help feeling a bit of lingering fear.

As the carriage moved forward, they soon arrived in an inhabited area. Scattered lamplights hung high, illuminating the road, and the houses along the way clearly had inhabitants, their windows tight shut yet emitting a faint glow inside.

Cui Siter looked at those houses and suddenly, he noticed a pair of eyes behind a window, staring right at him.

Instinctively reaching for his gun, he gripped the handle and then saw clearly that it was a numb-faced woman standing behind the window, staring straight at him.

And not just her, Cui Siter looked around, and behind every window were more or less people looking at them.

These people looked no different from ordinary folks, except for their darker skin and leaner figures, like that of fishermen, and their eyes were filled with wariness, suspicion, and resistance, refusing the arrival of outsiders.

“This is the largest house, might be the village chief’s. Let’s ask,”

Lu Ban said upon seeing the biggest house nearby, and immediately jumped down from the carriage.

“Hey, wait… never mind.”

Cui Siter couldn’t stop Lu Ban, so he could only hold the reins and halt the carriage.

He had thought he should be cautious, act only after careful planning, and be careful in a [Corrosion]-level threat to avoid any unnecessary danger.

But Lu Ban, it seemed, was completely unafraid of dying, and even had a penchant for courting death!

He watched as Lu Ban first knocked on the door.

No response.

“Is anyone there? I saw someone; don’t hide away.”

Lu Ban shouted again, knocking harder on the door.

Still no response.

“These people probably don’t want to see us. According to the signpost, if we follow this road, we’ll reach Dried Water Town. There’s no need to disturb…”

Cui Siter hadn’t finished speaking,

when he saw Lu Ban take out a crowbar and skillfully pry open the large door of the house.

“There are definitely people here!”

Lu Ban exclaimed excitedly.