I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

Suddenly, Scott captured a shot of Wes, who was strolling, bumping into a passerby.

The passerby staggered a few steps but eventually regained his footing.

"Hey, watch out, buddy."

After regaining his footing, Wes looked at the other person.

Then he saw the passerby with the eerie smile looking at him.

"■■■■■!"

The man was muttering something, which Wes couldn't quite make out, but it was clearly not an apology; the tone sounded like some kind of curse or murmur.

"What did you say?"

Wes frowned and asked.

The man stopped what he was doing and then stared at Wes.

The scene was strange. The man with an unnatural, stiff smile on his face stared intently at Wes with his murky eyes, and a single sentence slipped from his mouth.

"Get out of here, you outsider."

Wes understood what was said, and he immediately became angry, wanting to argue with the other person. Suddenly, Wes realized that several locals had gathered around him.

They all wore eerie smiles, like clowns in full makeup at an amusement park. However, they surrounded Wes, creating a tense and suffocating atmosphere.

What are you going to do?

Weston immediately retreated a little, shrinking back.

However, those people did not intend to let go of Wes; one of them even grabbed his hand.

Wes panicked and tried to shake off the other person, but found that the person was too strong and had his arms firmly bound like tree roots. He tried to break free, but the other person did not budge.

Fear grew along with the pain in his skin, and Wes was completely thrown into panic.

"Help! Please help!"

Wes shouted, but Scott behind him continued filming with his camera, even getting close to Wes to capture close-ups of his fearful expression.

Further away, James noticed the scene. He didn't hear Wes's cries for help and assumed it was just footage from a movie. In response to Wes's other hand waving wildly, he simply waved back.

"Damn it, Scott, what are you doing? Come save me!"

His voice trembled slightly.

In the distance, two women were watching with great interest, even making mocking noises, which intensified Wes's fear.

They all thought they were performing, making a movie.

"Damn it! Let me go!"

Wes shouted, raising his leg as if to kick the men.

"You shouldn't have come here."

One of the citizens, with a strange smile, said.

"The offerings are still lacking."

"Is he okay?"

"He can."

Will she be happy?

"Of course!"

"catch him!"

"That's right, only by capturing him can we be saved!"

The voices of several people, like prayers, reached Wes's ears. He couldn't think straight, only feeling that he was about to face the end of his life.

At that moment, a hand suddenly reached out, grabbed Wes's shoulder, and pulled him backward.

For some reason, the hand that had been tightly gripping Scott loosened, and Wes felt himself being pulled away by a huge force, falling backward and landing hard on the grass.

Only then did he realize that it was Lu Ban who had saved him.

"You've got the wrong person."

Lu Ban said something, and the people looked at him suspiciously. After a moment of silence, they dispersed and started strolling around the grass as if nothing had happened.

Wes was still in shock. He watched the citizens leave, and only then did he remember everything that had just happened. The words that had been stuck in his throat burst out all at once.

"Why didn't you help me just now? I almost died, and you were still filming!"

He yelled at Scott.

“I thought, I’m sorry, I thought you were acting… Isn’t there a scene in the script where the protagonist arrives in Miskatonic and is surrounded by a group of unfamiliar citizens, and is almost arrested?”

Scott argued.

"...Okay, that's a plot point, but just now I clearly... damn it, what's wrong with everyone here?"

Weiss glanced at the citizens who had previously surrounded him, but now they weren't even looking at him, which was strange.

"What exactly is your script like?"

Lu Ban overheard their conversation and became somewhat curious.

According to Scott, there was such a plot in their script, and then in reality, there was a scene where Wes almost got arrested by the people here.

Isn't this a bit too much of a coincidence?

In foreign lands, pure coincidences are rare; more often, it's a closed loop of fate, not to mention that Feng Yu is trapped here.

Therefore, Lu Ban wanted to look at the script to confirm what might happen next.

"I...I'll go get it."

Scott said, jogging towards the car.

Lu Ban glanced at Wes, who was still resting on the ground, then turned his gaze to the grass.

At first, Lu Ban didn't notice, but in the place where Wes was surrounded, Lu Ban saw words written with an unknown red paint on the ground.

The writing was not English, but Chinese characters, so Lu Ban could tell at a glance that it was different from others.

He looked at the words.

[Camera, keep going!]

I'll be waiting for you at the end.

Feng Yu

Chapter 774 When in doubt, zombie movies

The words were written on the ground. Lu Ban wasn't sure if they had existed before, but at this moment, he saw that the words were as if they had been written on the ground long ago, indelible and indestructible.

Lu Ban raised his hand and saw some silver characters appear above, forming some explanations.

Writing, a means of conveying information, is a human creation—simple and practical!

[This text is in Feng Yu's handwriting; she wrote it herself.]

At least for now, she is still alive.

Lu Ban confirmed that it was written by Feng Yu, not by the entity that had taken control of her phone to lure him.

Then the meaning of these words becomes interesting.

"Don't stop the camera?"

Lu Ban glanced at the camera in Scott's hand. Feng Yu knew that he was with a group of college students making a film, so he reminded himself that it was best to keep the camera on.

He quickly connected this to the rules of the strange creature.

Given the current situation and the condition of the citizens in Miskatonic, it's hard not to believe that they are being affected by something strange. Perhaps one of the rules of this strange thing is to keep the cameras running.

But even though Scott kept filming Wes, he couldn't stop the citizens.

Lu Ban felt confused.

He squatted down and placed his hands on the ground.

Some silver text appeared.

The simple land is not well-suited for cultivation.

It feels hard when you step on it, isn't that to be expected?

It's best not to have any improper thoughts; it'll only cause discomfort.

It's unremarkable, with nothing noteworthy about it.

Lu Ban even rubbed his hand on the ground.

"It does hurt a bit."

He agreed with the views expressed in these texts.

When Scott got up, he had already returned to Lu Ban and Wes, who were sitting on the ground, with a notebook in his hand.

"Here, this is our script. However, James advocates improvisation, so this script has very few lines. We strive for a realistic on-the-spot performance."

Scott handed the script to Lu Ban and explained.

Lu Ban glanced at it and found it to be quite rudimentary.

There is only a simple horror story plot that any college student could write.

A group of students are preparing to shoot a horror film related to a film festival, but unexpectedly, they are attacked by monsters after arriving in Miskatole. The film will be shot from a first-person perspective with a handheld camera, recording the students' final encounter.

Indeed, some content is marked, such as "The protagonist is surrounded by a group of citizens and can't get away", "A terrifying incident occurs in the hotel at night and the protagonist hears eerie sounds", "A chase in the underground parking lot, the character sacrifices himself", "The protagonists who escaped and hug each other and cry at dawn", which are classic horror movie scenes.

As for the dialogue, there was almost nothing, and there was no proper script; everything depended on the live performance.

This doesn't mean the director was an inexperienced newcomer; quite the opposite. The plot involved a group of college students preparing to make a horror movie, so recording their words and actions on camera provided the best film material. What acting could be more authentic than actually doing it?

Of course, without a fixed script, there will be problems with the plot not being fully resolved after filming. Therefore, many low-budget films end with a wildly unrestrained ending, and just being able to finish the story already puts them ahead of 80% or 90% of other films.

It seems that director James is quite a believer in improvisation.