I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

"came back?"

James joked and saw that Valerie seemed to have become very calm. She did not respond, but went back to the car directly. When she turned her head, James found that the other party was already lying down.

"This guy is having a temper."

He laughed and did not go in to comfort him. Instead, he discussed the next shooting arrangements with Scott.

"...We are going to take pictures of the church tomorrow. This kind of religious building will definitely give the audience a different look. There is also the opening ceremony. Can we sneak in?"

"...I know the script well, don't worry, we will improvise it on the spot and it will be absolutely real!"

"...Those citizens may indeed be very repulsive to outsiders, that's why they treat Weiss like that. Don't worry, we can go near Miskatok University when all the tourists come."

"... Valerie? Don't worry, I've known her for a long time, she'll be fine."

Listening to the discussion between the two people, Lu Tan did not speak at the side. He had already vaguely made a guess about the current situation.

These college students filming the film are indeed the key to solving the problem, but their safety is not necessarily guaranteed.

While they were still discussing how to shoot next, Lu Tan looked at the map to choose the shooting location. He got into the car, came to the old TV and player, and found the former Video tape given by the old man.

Wes was already lying down, and Valerie was curled up on the other side. Thalia was still outside blowing the air, and the car was quiet.

Putting the videotape into the player, Lu Jian turned down the sound slightly and watched the video he had already watched.

The last time the video was interrupted after filming the weird rituals of those at the opening ceremony, Lu Jian wanted to see if this video would evolve accordingly.

As expected, those subsequent scenes did exist in the videotape and were not Lu Tan's fantasy.

"Look, what is that?"

The photographer zoomed in and captured the scene on the stage of the auditorium.

Those people dressed in black surrounded a man. The man was wearing a suit and was tied to a platform. Then, a hooded man slowly walked out from the crowd and raised his right hand. , took a silver knife handed by the person next to him, and then, without hesitation, inserted the short knife into the man's chest.

After a moment, the blood gushing from the man's body spread along the unclear outline of the ritual on the ground, slowly covering it, making the ritual circle bright red and bewitching.

And this blood, Lu Jian saw, was surging towards the back of the stage without obeying the laws of physics, and even floating, forming an intricate blood network.

At the end of the network, all the blood gathered on a statue of a god.

The statue is like the Virgin Mary who pities the world, but its appearance is extremely strange and full of a sense of blasphemy. In her arms, flesh and blood gather together, as if a new life is brewing from the void.

The cub was born into this world with heartbreaking wails. All the believers prostrated towards the statue, worshiped, and chanted prayers.

"Yeah! ■■■■■! The black goat of the forest that gives birth to thousands of descendants!"

The name of the god was pronounced in a sound that humans could not understand. The sound was seriously contaminated, and it was impossible to identify which god it belonged to.

Presumably this is also a biological protection mechanism. Directly calling the old rulers or higher beings by their names will cause humans to fall into madness, and it is difficult for crazy humans to spread the beliefs of these gods widely.

Although as gods, they don't care whether believers spread their fame or not, but as believers, they can naturally express their beliefs as much as they can, and they can also preach and preach, so the name of the god becomes important. .

As a result, those believers who were not so crazy would sum up a set of pronunciations that could refer to the Old Ones. Through these pronunciations, those prayers were passed down and became what they are today.

"The Black Goat of the Forest?"

Lu Tan carefully observed the hair-chilling monster, and felt that it did have some resemblance to a goat.

Those numerous legs with hooves are swinging in mid-air, and its body, those squirming masses of flesh that look like a mixture of flesh and blood, the open and closed bloody mouth, and the spreading tentacles above, are a direct manifestation of malice. .

The man who was sacrificed died quickly, and all the blood in his body was drained, and only such a monster was born. The monster fell from the arms of the Madonna to the ground, making a huge impact sound, and fell from such a height, The monster was not injured at all. It only struggled for a moment before it got up and moved under the stage.

This monster just came into the crowd. Everyone looked at it with awe and admiration. No one dared to disobey its will. Those branch-like tentacles wrapped around a man in a suit. In a blink of an eye, He was picked up and put into the monster's mouth. His body was crushed without any chewing, and he became completely integrated with the monster.

As for the remaining people, they seemed to be still making sacrifices and preparing to repeat the process.

"It's so exciting, this is a sacrifice, this is a sacrifice! I knew it would happen!"

The photographer's voice sounded extremely fanatical, like a true fanatic.

"More sacrifices will follow, throughout the city, and Miskatok will become the new Garden of Eden."

He said as he climbed down from the backstage and came to the outside of the university auditorium.

The audience outside didn't know what was going on, and they pretended to be characters in the movie and gathered on the road. Suddenly, the door of the auditorium was knocked open, and the weird and terrifying monster came to the street.

The handheld camera is a bit shaky, but it captures it all faithfully.

The crowd screamed and ran away in fear, but more people just looked at the monster, screamed hysterically, and stayed there waiting to die.

The monster's tentacles grabbed a tourist, threw it into its mouth, chewed it like melon seeds, crushed it, and blood spattered, making the scene even more chaotic.

"More and more, more and more, the Miskatok Film Festival is officially opening!"

The photographer shouted loudly, and the video tape fell into snowflakes at this time, and the TV screen quickly went black.

"It does appear to be changing as we explore."

Lu Tiao concluded.

Those monsters were obviously the descendants of some kind of evil god. The people from Miskatok held a ceremony here to summon them, and they were the ones Zhou Changqing had encountered before.

But which year was this film festival taken? There was no news record of such a thing happening at the film festival. What happened in this city?

While Lu Tian was thinking, he suddenly saw a pair of eyes staring at him in the darkness inside the RV.

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