The first thing Lu Ban saw was a group of monsters.

In theory, these monsters should be dressed up and dancing.

But in Lu Ban's eyes, there was only the weird scene of monsters intertwined and entangled with each other.

Even the music sounded like mourning music.

Normally, people would complain about Lu Banzhong for liking to do underworld work, but Lu Ban felt that the ritual performance in front of him was the real underworld.

Those monsters with exposed skeletons and looking like insects came and went, as if they were rehearsing a grand drama.

"This is a performance that represents the birth, destruction, and rebirth of Kazushima. It's quite good."

"Yes, yes, this form of artistic expression is unique and amazing."

"I saw the future, hope, and the spirit of Kazushima from these people's performances."

"What moved me so much and brought tears to my eyes is that this year's poetry festival is so great!"

"It is precisely because of people like this that Kazushima can survive with such difficulty!"

Everyone expressed their feelings and thanked the Wajima Taisha Shrine and the people around them.

It seems that this performance is of quite artistic standard.

"Master Lu Ban, what are you looking for? Performances like this are rare elsewhere."

Ginpei, who was standing by, waved his fan and asked Lu Ban who was looking around.

“It’s really rare.”

Lu Ban looked at the centipede-like monster that was constantly twisting and felt that he really could not appreciate such art.

He is looking for people who have no mutations.

Or at least a monster that behaves relatively abnormally.

Unfortunately, Lu Ban didn’t notice it.

The elderly with children, the couples holding hands, the friends walking together, and the artists attending alone all turned into monsters.

These monsters cheered, celebrated, and applauded. They danced, sang, and recited poems in the courtyard. They looked like humans, but they were not humans.

Lu Ban even saw that the eaves, corners of the walls, and tall buildings were all stained with a dark purple color, as if it were stained by coagulated blood, turning the entire courtyard into a horrifying hell.

"I once read a novel that said a painter asked the local lord to find a woman and burn her alive in a car as a reference in order to complete his painting. Unexpectedly, the lord found the painter's daughter. The painter was horrified at first, but in the end he showed a fanatical look and painted a picture amid his daughter's painful wailing."

Lu Ban said casually as he watched the monsters' excited performance enter the next stage and the soundtrack of hell echoed in the atrium.

"What does this mean, Brother Lu Ban?"

Tachibana Masamune's eyes were filled with eyes, his body was rotten and full of pus, he turned his head and asked.

"Because the name of the painting is "Hell Transformation", I think it fits the current scene very well."

Lu Ban chuckled, pulled Hongye up and walked towards the exit of the atrium.

"Master Lu Ban, are you leaving now? The most exciting show is about to begin."

Yinping dissuaded him with great regret.

"Well, I'll be back soon."

Lu Ban replied, taking one last look at the hellish scene.

The island magistrates guarding the courtyard did not stop them, and Lu Ban easily went to the Anxinyuan prison with Hongye. The person who went crazy yesterday was imprisoned here.

The monster-like island magistrate was guarding the door. For some reason, Lu Ban could actually see the vigilance from the faces of these monsters.

It felt like if he stayed with them for a while longer, Lu Ban would be able to fully understand every move of these monsters.

"I am the shrine maiden of the Hedao Shrine. Here is the proof. We suspect that the prisoners held here have been contaminated. We need to investigate."

Hongye took out a piece of sandalwood paper, which looked like an identity card from the Wajima Shrine.

“So convenient!”

Lu Kan saw the island magistrates retreat to both sides and make way for them.

Hongye and Lu Ban walked down the dark and damp cell one after the other. They could see that it was very empty here and there were no other prisoners.

There was only a mass of dark green flesh, curled up in the corner of the cell.

Lu Ban couldn't recognize whether this person was the same one from yesterday, but Hongye leaned over.

"Are you Wan Ye?"

There was a faint glow on her body, and the warm light was like the bright moonlight, which made the green flesh react.

"…Save me, save me, I am not a monster, I am a human, I am not a monster, I am a human…"

The lump of flesh made an indistinct sound, and Lu Ban could vaguely recognize that it was the madman he had seen yesterday.

"Are you Wan Ye?"

Lu Ban also asked for confirmation.

“Wan Ye… Yes, yes, yes, I am Wan Ye, I am Wan Ye, please save me, save me… Lady Miko, Lady Miko, save me, save me…”

The sound of the lump of flesh was rapid, as if it was begging.

"Your mind is already in disarray..."

Lu Ban muttered to himself. In his field of vision, the tangled straw in the dungeon formed a systematic text with the underworld music coming from outside.

【Participate in the poetry festival: 1/1】

【Searching for missing artists: 1/1】

[Survive until the end of the poetry festival: 69:41:16]

It seems that this is Wan Ye.

Lu Ban felt relieved.

If I hadn't gone to the shrine on Utajima, I probably wouldn't have been able to discover the abnormal conditions of the entire island by gaining knowledge, and thus deduce Man Ye's true identity.

Now all that remained was to survive until the poetry festival was over.

"Can you cure him?"

Lu Ban asked Hongye.

"I can try..."

Hongye raised her hand.

A kind of golden light flowed from her fingertips, transformed into silk threads, and entangled the piece of flesh.

In Lu Ban's eyes, the piece of meat quickly twisted and shrank into the appearance of a human.

Although his limbs were still a little thin and his skin was dark, he at least looked like a human being.

"Perhaps this person has a special physique, so he can still remain rational in an alienated situation?"

Lu Ban pondered over what was special about Wan Ye.

But the sound coming from outside did not give Lu Ban much time.

He heard that the originally gloomy music had turned into a melody, a melody that he was somewhat familiar with.

"...Pray to God, in this life, my body is sad, and my dream is gone..."

This is the song that Lu Tan heard when he got lost at the torii gate on the mountain!

He directly used a crowbar to pry open the door of the dungeon, asked Hongye to help the weak painter up, and walked out of the dungeon himself.

Coming to the top of the tower and looking at the atrium, Lu Ban saw that the performance had reached a white-hot stage. Countless monsters gathered together, and in the middle of the things they surrounded, stood a witch.

The shrine maiden was wearing traditional white clothes and scarlet hakama, holding a rusty Kagura bell in her hand. Mist was shrouded around her, and she seemed to be dancing.

All the monsters prostrated themselves towards her, bowing their heads as if they were worshipping something.

"This is the Misfortune Witch?"

Lu Ban vaguely touched upon the deepest secret of this island.