I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

Shila-

Whether it was in the movie or in the theater, the ear-piercing scraping sound of chains dragging on the floor echoed.

"!"

Zi Tang subconsciously turned around to check, then let out a scream and disappeared from her seat.

When she reappeared, she was already beside Remington. There were chain marks on her thighs and neck exposed by her cheongsam. These marks were not just an illusion, but showed real pain, as if she had just been whipped with iron chains.

The woman couldn't help but hug her arms and tremble. She looked at the big screen and found that she herself in the movie was doing the same thing!

"what!"

With a trembling, suppressed scream, Zi Tang disappeared from her seat once again.

This time, she did not appear immediately.

Remington swallowed hard.

"Can't even fear and trembling be allowed...?"

He didn't expect that even such details couldn't be repeated in the movie.

This is like trying to watch a horror story without showing fear—how is that even possible?

Even if you're not scared, people will always react reflexively to things that suddenly appear. It's human instinct, and who can control themselves?

not to mention……

"what!"

A scream came from the row in front of Remington. He saw that Zi Tang had returned to her seat, but she was covered in blood. Her cheongsam was torn, and the exposed skin looked as if it had been severely whipped with iron chains. Her blood-soaked body was no longer as graceful as before, but instead looked even more terrifying and ferocious.

Remington suppressed his emotions. He also heard the sound of chains and saw the humanoid monster with a sharp knife from the movie standing beside him.

It seems to have poor eyesight and relies solely on its sense of smell to find prey.

It stopped behind Remington.

Remington suppressed the urge to turn around and confirm, and just stared intently at the movie screen.

The monster turned its head for a moment, then turned towards Remington.

It came closer.

Remington broke out in a cold sweat.

The sound of chains rang out, and he didn't know if the monster was really behind him or if it was just a deceptive illusion on the screen.

With his left hand gripping the armrest and his right hand holding his knife, Remington was like a bowstring stretched to its limit, ready to either be released or snap at any moment.

The guy's head came close, his breath seemed to be right next to his ear, and Remington heard someone's heartbeat, thump-thump, very fast, which made his eyes turn red and blood rush to his head.

Very close, very close.

Remington seemed to smell the stench, the acrid metallic scent of blood, the stench of decay, and the gleaming cold blade.

In the movie, the monster's head is right next to Remington; he can see it if he just turns his head slightly.

In the film, Remington is about to turn his head. He is trying to suppress his tension, his eyes wide open, watching as the monster raises its blade and slashes at his throat.

"Do not move……"

Lu Ban had just issued a warning when Remington swung his blade, but he felt no impact.

"Oh shit……"

He only had time to utter a curse before he vanished from his seat.

At the same time, Lu Ban also disappeared because he had issued a warning.

Lu Ban was the first to appear.

Three knife wounds appeared on his chest, cutting through the skin and revealing bits of flesh and blood. However, soon, new green grass spread from the wounds, covering the gruesome injuries.

"My new clothes."

Lu Ban felt a pang of sympathy.

A moment later, Remington appeared.

He sat down next to Zitang, looking at his right hand in disbelief.

The right hand that was originally holding the knife was now covered in wounds, as if it had been put into a meat grinder and spun more than ten times. The blade, bone, blood vessels, and muscles were mixed together, making it a gruesome sight.

The pain was beyond words, leaving Remington pale and blood dripping onto the floor with a dull thud.

That was fake!

Only then did he finally understand Lu Ban's reminder.

This movie doesn't directly affect reality or create monsters; it only relies on the atmosphere and fear created by the visuals to elicit corresponding actions, thus trapping people within its own rules.

Da da—

The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the screening room. Lu Ban saw that Feng Yu stood up again and walked to the seat next to him.

How badly are you hurt?

She leaned closer to examine Lu Ban's wound, and couldn't help but chuckle when she saw the grass and trees growing on it.

"So you really can grow grass."

"So why are you not bound by the rules here?"

Lu Ban was still curious.

Although I knew that Feng Yu might be some kind of being higher than humans, I was still a little confused by how freely she came and went.

If Feng Yu is truly unafraid of these strange creatures, then why is he still here? Wouldn't it be simpler to just take Lu Ban and the others away?

Or is this bizarre movie theater the work of Feng Yu?

“I told you, things here are done according to the rules. Even if something strange happens, it can’t bypass the rules to attack us. Didn’t what just happened demonstrate how movies can influence people’s minds?”

Feng Yu spoke earnestly, as if addressing a foolish son who wouldn't listen no matter how many times he was taught.

"Therefore, the rule here is that if you immerse yourself in a horror movie, you will encounter the same things that happen in the horror movie, so just pretend that the horror movie doesn't exist."

"Just like I did just now, I simply didn't pay attention to what was playing in the movie, and I just walked over on my own. There were no similar scenes or images in the movie."

Upon hearing Feng Yu's words, Lu Ban suddenly understood.

To put it simply, Lu Ban and the others are now trapped in a horror movie. If things continue as they are in the movie, they will suffer all sorts of tragic events and eventually die.

However, Lu Ban and his friends can't follow the plot of a horror movie.

Lu Ban gradually came to understand everything.

Chapter 209 Cracking the Rules

"The rules of the [Horror Cinema] are simple: we must sit here and watch the movie. We cannot choose not to listen or watch until the movie ends. If we are still alive, we can escape from here."

"At the same time, the movie will show terrifying events with us as the main characters. If we waver and react like the characters in the horror movie, then we will be affected by the movie plot and get hurt."

"As we are hurt, our seats will move forward, and with each forward movement, the damage will become more severe. Perhaps, when the seats are moved to the front row, something irreversible will happen."

“We can do other things, like chatting and talking like this, as long as it’s not a frightened reaction to the stimulation from the movie, then we won’t get hurt.”

"Just like in the movie, when I suddenly stand up, Remington turns around and is punished, but Feng Yu stands up of his own volition and is therefore not punished."

Lu Ban gave a brief summary. He glanced at the big screen, where several people were still sitting in their chairs. Something seemed to be swaying behind them, but everyone's attention was focused on listening to Lu Ban's words, and they didn't pay much attention to the plot of the movie.

"But we still have to sit here and watch this...movie, and then we can leave safely."

Remington's hand wound had stopped bleeding, apparently thanks to some special method.

Lu Ban didn't know if the Black Tower taught magic. He only knew that the Black Tower had an extradimensional stealth technique, some assassination and concealment tools, and a little bit of the Black Tower's history that he learned from the goods in the Silent Department Store.

Remington meant that as long as they were watching a movie, they would inevitably be moved by the images presented on the screen, and eventually fall into the trap step by step.

There is no way in this world to both watch a movie and not watch a movie.

"Actually, there is."

As Lu Ban spoke, he took out his phone.

Taking advantage of Remington's inattention, he aimed the phone at his "last words" and fired.

The phone immediately started playing a cheerful and energetic song.

"Good luck, may good luck bring you joy and love..."

It's "Good Luck".

Remington and Zitang were clearly hearing this song for the first time.

The two looked at each other, only able to tell that it was a very festive song.

"Does this song possess some extraordinary power that can dispel evil?"

Remington inquired, "Some mages in the Grey Tower focus on music magic and can actually use magic through music. Does this man also have similar skills?"

Zi Tang dared not speak, fearing that she would suffer some misfortune again. She crossed her arms and listened to the cheerful songs, but she could not feel happy at all.

"No, it's just a song."

Lu Ban vehemently denied it.

"The horror plot ultimately relies on the creation of atmosphere. When the background music of a horror movie becomes a cheerful song, no matter what happens, it won't scare you. You'll see."

He pointed to the movie screen.

Remington and Zitang looked over.

On the big screen, the man with stitched-up face and a sharp knife returned to the screening room, following closely as he approached the four people.

Remington immediately held his breath, afraid of being discovered.

Even if you tell him that the movie is just a fiction and that such a serial killer doesn't exist in reality, Remington will still react instinctively.

but……

"Good luck, may good luck bring you joy and love..."

The woman's singing voice made the killer's actions seem ridiculous, especially since several times his steps were perfectly in sync with the rhythm, which made it even funnier. For some reason, Remington's fear eased considerably until he saw the other person come to his side and raise the dagger in his hand.