I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

Qin Tiantian spoke with such seriousness that even the owner, who was skillfully frying dumplings, glanced over.

"Oh, and then?"

Lu Ban remained unmoved.

"Aren't you supposed to be making these kinds of videos? Aren't you going to take a look?"

Qin Tiantian urged.

“I see that several of those adventure-loving content creators are planning to go, but it seems that Jiangcheng Industry doesn’t allow them to go in. I’ve been looking at their chat history in the group, and one of them, who’s not afraid of death, is planning to sneak in tonight.”

“The places to be demolished are all dilapidated buildings, so we really shouldn’t go there.”

Lu Ban thought for a moment and then answered.

"...Aren't you curious?"

Qin Tiantian wondered if Lu Ban was sick, as he seemed completely uninterested in such obvious supernatural tales.

"Sometimes, the more you know, the less happy you may be."

Lu Ban advised.

"Tsk."

Qin Tiantian scoffed. Anyone could say that, but if Lu Ban said it, she wouldn't believe a single punctuation mark.

After the two finished eating, Qin Tiantian walked three steps behind Lu Ban, looking around cautiously, afraid that she might have wandered into some strange place again.

When passing by the mourning hall downstairs from Lu Ban, Qin Tiantian was still somewhat hesitant and didn't dare to take another look.

After dropping Qin Tiantian off at her building, Lu Ban returned home.

He had originally planned to study, but then he remembered what Qin Tiantian had said and became a little uneasy.

Lu Ban glanced at his phone and saw that the adventure streamer was live at midnight. He made a reservation and went to study.

For Lu Ban, a day of work during the day and study at night was a perfectly fulfilling one.

At 12 o'clock, Lu Ban opened the webpage and saw that there were already quite a few people in the live broadcast room.

Because of the small wave of popularity sparked by Lu Ban's previous video, this kind of adventure live stream has seen a resurgence. In addition, the incident at Nanhua Private Renji Hospital is very popular on several niche paranormal forums, so this live stream has a large audience.

When Lu Ban opened it, the streamer had already climbed over the wall and entered the hospital.

As you can see, most of this private hospital has been demolished, with only the main building remaining. Under the bright lights of the construction site, the rubble casts jagged shadows, which is somewhat frightening.

The streamer used a body camera, which was probably fixed to his hat. It had some night vision capabilities, so the view was fairly clear.

It took the anchor more than ten minutes to bypass the workers on duty and enter the hospital building.

He explained in a low voice as he approached the elevator.

"Is this the haunted elevator? It looks broken."

The anchor shone a flashlight on the elevator buttons and could see some dirt on them, obscuring some of the floors.

His flashlight shone through the departments, casting heavy shadows on the messy beds and medical equipment, prompting contemplation.

The rest of the adventure was uneventful; the streamer went all the way up to the fifth floor without encountering any ghosts or monsters.

However, Lu Ban noticed that the anchor's voice sounded weak, as if he had just stepped out of a cold storage room.

"It seems there's nothing more to investigate. Through this exploration, we can conclude that the paranormal events at Nanhua Hospital are fabricated; there are no ghosts or monsters here..."

Before the streamer could finish speaking, Lu Ban heard a series of howling sounds coming from his live stream.

It sounded like a child crying, coming from afar.

The anchor immediately held his breath and quieted down.

You can hear that the sound is not an illusion, but a real sound.

The live chat was still filled with comments criticizing the streamer's acting skills, saying it was all pre-arranged.

But Lu Ban could see that when the streamer looked back down the hospital corridor, there was a figure clearly at the end of the corridor.

The streamer himself seemed unaware, but the audience had already gone wild.

suddenly.

Then some more sounds came through the live stream.

If you listen carefully, you'll find that it sounds like the elevator's steel cables being pulled.

The anchor's camera panned to one side, to the old elevator.

I don't know when, but the elevator had already started moving, and numbers were displayed on it.

three.

Four.

five.

Ding--

The elevator made an arrival sound, and in the live stream, the elevator doors slowly opened.

"What are you doing?"

Unexpectedly, when the elevator doors opened, two workers were seen holding flashlights and speaking sternly.

The atmosphere in the live stream room immediately became cheerful again.

Next, the streamer was politely dismissed, ending the live stream somewhat awkwardly.

Only Lu Ban noticed that there was a mirror in the elevator, and in the mirror, next to the pale-faced anchor, there was a little girl in a dress tugging at his trouser leg.

Chapter 121, add some background music.

"It seems like there really is something wrong with Nanhua Hospital."

After watching the live stream, Lu Ban drew a conclusion.

However, he doesn't have time to deal with this matter for the time being. He's not a member of any ghost-hunting squad. His priority right now is to make his own movie.

Lu Ban sent a message to Song Yunyan's secretary, Li Zijian, reminding him of the matter at Nanhua Hospital, before immersing himself in work and study again.

A week later, Lu Ban finished the rough cut. From a cinematic perspective, the film was now watchable, at least the plot was understandable.

However, the storyboarding and pacing were very rudimentary.

To get more details, it will take at least another week, which means we won't see anything until October.

However, before that, Lu Ban still had some leftovers to do.

First, there's the background music, the theme song.

His previous videos, featuring him kneeling on real, authentic scenes, served as the best background music.

But it definitely won't work in a movie. This isn't a mockumentary with a handheld camera; at crucial moments, it still needs some background music.

Besides, after the movie ends, someone has to sing a song, right?

Therefore, through Song Yunyan's connections, Lu Ban found a supposedly very good independent musician to handle the project.

He went to see this musician today.

The other party's studio is located in the center of Jiangcheng City, just three subway stops away from the old street. It is on the sixth floor of an office building and looks quite artistic.

"Hello, my name is Hammer."

The other person looked to be only two years older than Lu Ban, with the air of an artistic youth, as if he could sit down with a wooden guitar at any moment, tilting his head up at a 45-degree angle to gaze at the sky, casting a bright yet melancholic shadow.

"I am Lu Ban."

Lu Ban greeted them and looked around the other party's music studio.

"Your studio is pretty good, nothing strange about it."

"Something strange?"

Hammer didn't quite understand, but he didn't ask any more questions.

After all, the other party gave too much.

Otherwise, as a currently popular music producer, he wouldn't accept the role of composing soundtracks for web dramas that aren't shown in theaters.

After a few pleasantries, Hammer got straight to the point.

"What kind of background music would you like?"

"let me see."

Lu Ban thought for a moment.

He doesn't actually know much about music; his best instrument is the recorder, which he learned in elementary school, and he can barely play it to the level of "Ode to Joy."

Therefore, it's somewhat difficult for him to explain his needs.

"We need a really weird, scary piece of music, another really scary, weird piece of music, and then a less weird, warmer piece of music."

"..."

Black lines appeared on the hammer head.

When someone who doesn't know anything about the subject describes their needs, it's usually something like a colorful black, which he's seen quite often.

"How about this, do you have any sample footage or clips? I'll take a look at them and then help you think of a solution."

"Hammer asked."

Music producers like him usually have a certain repertoire of songs, mostly accumulated from their daily inspirations.

Generally speaking, if he's composing music for a movie or TV series, he'll find some less-than-ideal tracks from his music library, rearrange them, package them up, and sell them—a way of making use of waste materials.

For more advanced productions with specific needs, the production company will request to see corresponding clips for creative work. In reality, this is just about selecting songs from their own music library.

Those who are paid more will then have to compose their own music on the spot.

So when some people see Hammer making music effortlessly, it's not inspiration, it's just accumulated experience.

What music producers like him fear most is that the other party comes empty-handed, unable to describe their own ideas, leaving everything to Hammer's own improvisation and nitpicking.

"Yes, yes, I edited a sample video, would you like to see it?"