Fabricating myths, starting with the creation of eight fictional ancient tribes

What's most terrifying is her eyes; they have no whites and no pupils.

Only a murky gray-white light stared intently at Ren Quanxu in the crowd.

"Heh...heh..."

The old woman made a strange sound, as if she had phlegm stuck in her throat.

Ren Quanxu felt like his scalp was about to explode.

What is this?

This can't possibly be a living person!

"Boss... Boss..."

Zhang Xing tugged at Ren Quanxu's sleeve with such force that he almost tore it apart.

"Look...at the sky..."

Ren Quanxu stiffly raised his head.

The next second, his worldview completely collapsed.

The once pitch-black night sky was now filled with floating objects.

It is neither cloud nor fog.

They were pale paper figures!

They had no facial features, only two blobs of glaring red rouge painted on their cheeks.

They floated lightly in mid-air, swaying back and forth with the cold wind.

Besides paper figures, there were also round paper money with square holes flying everywhere.

And strips of white silk hanging down.

The white silk ribbons fluttered in the wind, occasionally brushing against the heads of the crowd.

It brings a cool touch.

"This...this is..."

Ren Quanxu's legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground.

His face was filled with despair.

He muttered to himself, "Could it be... that there really are immortals? Where the hell am I?"

At this moment, science and materialism were completely forgotten.

The scene before my eyes can only be described in two words—hell!

At this moment, the live stream's popularity has soared to over a million viewers!

The barrage of comments even caused server lag at one point.

The scene just now, as seen through a high-definition camera,

It was presented to all viewers without reservation.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! What are those things in the sky? Are they all paper figures?"

"This paper money... it's raining down like crazy!"

"And that old woman! Her funeral clothes are from the Qing Dynasty, aren't they?"

Is this a zombie?

"Don't scare me! I'm watching this alone at home, and I really can't take it anymore!"

"This is definitely not special effects! Look at the rouge on that paper doll's face, it's absolutely terrifying!"

Many new viewers who just entered the theater thought it was some new mockumentary horror film.

"This movie is pretty good; it's very immersive. What's it called?"

"The extra who played the old woman was really good at acting; her eyes were amazing."

Just then.

A photographer's hand trembled slightly from extreme fear.

The camera suddenly panned across a dead tree nearby.

It's right behind that tree.

A face suddenly appeared in the center of the screen!

It was a bluish-purple face.

The skin and flesh around the cheekbone had rotted away, revealing the black bone inside, riddled with honeycomb-like holes.

One eyeball droops outside its socket, connected only by a single tendon.

It's grinning, giving the camera a creepy smile.

"ah--!!!"

In the live stream, countless viewers were so startled by this sudden turn of events that they threw their phones away.

There was a brief pause in the comments section for a few seconds.

Immediately afterwards, there was a series of chaotic camera shakes.

The screams of Ren Quanxu and Zhang Xing were followed by heart-wrenching cries.

"Run! Run!"

"Don't grab me! Get away!"

"Help! There's a ghost!"

Millions of online viewers held their breath, feeling the extreme horror that came from the depths of their souls, even through their screens.

……

Beijing.

Inside a top-tier office building located in the heart of the CBD.

Xu Wen, a well-known domestic real estate developer, is sitting on a large leather sofa.

Opposite him sat two internet tycoons who were equally influential in the business world.

When these billionaires get together, they usually talk about the macroeconomy, industry trends, or multi-billion dollar investment projects.

But today, they were gathered around a huge projection screen, their expressions solemn.

The screen was showing Ren Quanxu's live stream.

"Old Pan, is this...is this real?"

A big shot wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice trembling slightly.

"This is outrageous! Even movies wouldn't dare to film like this."

Xu Wen had a cigar between his fingers, but forgot to light it.

His gaze was fixed on the swaying paper figures and eerie ghost faces on the screen.

As someone who has worked in civil engineering for many years, he has seen far more strange things than the average person.

He was one of the witnesses to the Dragon Pillar incident in Shanghai years ago.

Those were several stakes that couldn't be driven in no matter what they did. In the end, they had to ask a high-ranking monk to perform a ritual to subdue them.

There's also the famous Ghost Baby Bridge, which was a project he was in charge of in his early years, but later had to be rerouted.

These things cannot be explained by science.

But he knew in his heart that there are some things you may not believe, but you must respect.

"It's true."

Xu Wen took a deep breath, his tone frighteningly serious.

"That atmosphere, that natural reaction, can't be acted out."

"And...look at that Dragon-Locking Well."

He pointed to the image of a wellhead that flashed across the screen.

"The texture of bronze and the ancient patterns are something that modern technology simply cannot replicate."

"Not to mention that dragon..."

An indescribable light shone in Xu Wen's eyes.

There was both fear and excitement.

"What Ji Xuanyuan said... is probably all true."

"There really are aspects of this world that we don't know about."

"The Eight Ancient Clans... Immortal Cultivation Families..."

The two bigwigs looked at each other, speechless with shock.

If this is true, then their previous worldview will be completely reshaped.

This means that in this world, money and power may not be the highest laws.

There is another power that transcends the mortal realm—the Immortal!

……

Back to the live stream.

Despite the screen shaking violently and sometimes going black for a few seconds, its popularity not only didn't drop, but instead skyrocketed like a rocket.

"Thanks to [I Don't Eat Beef] for the 10 Super Rockets!"

"Thank you to Master Zhang of Longhu Mountain for the 20 carnivals!"

"Thank you to the nation's heartthrob for the 100 yachts!"

The wealthy viewers started showering the audience with virtual gifts, and the special effects on the screen even overshadowed the terrifying visuals.

Their demands were remarkably consistent.

"Don't run away, streamer! Go ask that village guard again!"

"I want to know what exactly is going on with cultivation families!"

"I want to see that Dragon-Locking Well again! I want to see a real dragon!"

However, Ren Quanxu had no time to care about any of that at the moment.

He was leading his team in a frantic escape through the fog.

"Huff... huff..."

My lungs felt like they were on fire, and my legs felt as heavy as lead.

But the most terrifying thing is the cold.

That kind of cold wasn't the chill of winter, but a kind of icy cold that seeped into your very bones.

Ren Quanxu felt as if he were carrying a huge block of ice.

All the muscles in my body became stiff.

He glanced at Zhang Xing beside him out of the corner of his eye.