I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

He picked up the shotgun, which was probably left behind by the police officers who fought the monster, and checked the ammunition.

Zhou Changqing had previously gone to Africa to assist in construction projects. It wasn't as safe there as it is in China. Bandits and armed men often harassed the construction workers, so he learned how to use firearms. Although he never actually used a gun to fight anyone after returning to China, he did get certified.

He picked up the magazine, put it in his pocket, and then heard a clanging sound.

Peeking out, Zhou Changqing's camera captured the monsters crowding into the corridor.

"What happened?"

Valerie was completely bewildered. Watching Zhou Changqing pick up the gun, she felt that things had become very serious.

The empty police station was frightening enough, but the sounds coming from outside were like the friction of something thick and sticky against a smooth wall, impossible to ignore.

Valerie looked outside, but could only see an empty corridor.

"These monsters can only be seen with a camera; I advise you not to watch them."

Zhou Changqing had been exposed to the magic of the Night Kingdom and knew very well that in such circumstances, knowledge was a form of pollution; those who remained ignorant were always happy, and the more one knew, the more unhappy one became.

Even someone like me feels intensely uncomfortable seeing footage from a camera; someone like Valerie would probably go insane on the spot.

Even so, Valerie didn't seem to be in a good mood.

"monster?"

She countered with a question.

"Here you go. Do you know how to use it? Take off the safety here, then pull the trigger, but don't point the gun at anyone."

Zhou Changqing gave him a brief demonstration and handed a police pistol to Valery.

"This city is probably overrun by monsters; they roam the streets, and it's extremely dangerous."

After explaining further, Zhou Changqing picked up the camera and rushed out of the house with Valerie.

He ran as fast as he could, filming ahead with a camera to check the road ahead.

Zhou Changqing saw ahead, at the end of the corridor, a door was ajar, and it seemed that the police station's parking lot was outside.

He quickened his pace, and Valerie behind him, though puzzled, also became nervous.

Just as Zhou Changqing reached the end of the corridor, he pushed open the door.

The cars in the parking lot were parked quietly, without making a sound.

Raising the camera lens, Zhou Changqing saw countless monsters lurking in the parking lot, as if they had been there all along, with countless tentacles spreading out.

Zhou Changqing couldn't help but look up at the starry sky. Countless dazzling lights were spinning and contracting at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a huge vortex, as if it wanted to absorb Zhou Changqing's consciousness into it.

That wasn't the starry sky; Zhou Changqing immediately snapped out of it.

This is the abyss.

He raised his gun, preparing to break through.

In an instant, Zhou Changqing's world spun around.

He saw himself and Valerie being pulled up by an invisible force, followed by immense pain.

Zhou Changqing felt a little pain in his buttocks, but the pain subsided quickly.

Because he saw his own buttocks flying in the sky.

As his consciousness faded, he saw Valerie's body, a bloody mess, disappear into the air.

……

Is she alright?

Scott glanced in the direction Valery and Zhou Changqing had left, while tidying up the barbecue grill.

"Don't worry, we've argued countless times. She'll be back in no time, crying and begging for my forgiveness."

James answered as if he knew everything, not taking it to heart. He finished the can of beer in his hand, threw the can into the trash can, and burped.

He glanced at the street corner and was surprised to see a figure walking towards him.

When the streetlights illuminated the other person's face, James realized that it was his ex-girlfriend, Valerie.

Chapter 782 The Black Goat of the Forest

"came back?"

James made a joke, but seeing that Valerie seemed to have calmed down, she didn't respond and went straight back to the car. When James turned around, he found that she had already lain down.

"This guy's throwing a tantrum."

He chuckled, but instead of going in to comfort her, he discussed the upcoming filming schedule with Scott.

"...Let's film the church tomorrow. This kind of religious building will definitely give the audience a unique experience. Also, the opening ceremony, is it possible for us to sneak in?"

"...I know the script by heart, so don't worry. We'll improvise on the spot, and it'll be absolutely authentic!"

"...Those citizens may indeed be very hostile to outsiders, which is why they treated Wes that way. Don't worry, once the tourists arrive, we can go to the vicinity of Miskatonic University."

“…Valery? Don’t worry, I’ve known her for a long time, she’ll be fine.”

Listening to the two's discussion, Lu Ban remained silent, but he had already vaguely guessed what was going on.

These college students making the film are indeed key to solving the problem, but it's not always necessary to guarantee their safety.

While they were still enthusiastically discussing how to film next and choosing filming locations using a map, Lu Ban got into the car, went to the old television and player, and found the videotape that the old man had given him earlier.

Wes had already lain down, while Valerie was curled up on the other side, and Talia was still outside in the wind. The car was quiet.

Lu Ban put the videotape into the player, turned the volume down slightly, and watched the video he had already seen.

The last filming stopped after capturing the strange rituals performed by the people at the opening ceremony. Lu Ban wanted to see if the videotape would evolve along with it.

As expected, the subsequent scenes did indeed exist on the videotape, and were not Lu Ban's hallucinations.

"Look, what is that?"

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

The men dressed in black surrounded a man in a suit who was tied to a platform. Then, a hooded man slowly walked out from the crowd, raised his right hand, took a silver knife from someone next to him, and then plunged the knife into the man's chest without hesitation.

A moment later, the blood gushing from the man's body spread along the indistinct outline of the ritual on the ground, slowly covering it and making the ritual circle appear crimson and bewitching.

Lu Ban saw that this blood was surging towards the back of the stage, defying the laws of physics, and even floating up, forming a complex network of blood.

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

The statue resembled the Virgin Mary, who had compassion for humanity, yet its appearance was extremely sinister and filled with a sense of blasphemy. In her embrace, flesh and blood converged, as if a new life was being brewed from the void.

The cub was born into this world amidst heart-wrenching wails, and all the believers prostrated themselves before the idol, worshipping and chanting prayers.

"Yay! ■■■■■! The Black Goat of the Forest, which has given birth to millions of offspring!"

The name of the deity was uttered in a voice incomprehensible to humans; the voice was so polluted that it was impossible to discern which deity it belonged to.

This is likely a kind of protective mechanism for living beings. Directly calling upon the names of the Great Old Ones or beings of higher order can drive humans to madness, and mad humans are unlikely to spread their faith in these deities widely.

Although as deities they are indifferent to whether believers spread their fame, believers naturally want to show their faith as much as possible, and they preach and spread their teachings, so the names of the gods become important.

So, those less fanatical believers developed a set of pronunciations that referred to the Old Ones, and through these pronunciations, the prayers were passed down and became what they are today.

"The Black Goat of the Forest?"

Lu Ban carefully observed the creepy, terrifying monster and felt that it did indeed resemble a goat in some ways.

The numerous hoofed legs dangled in mid-air, while its body, those writhing clumps of flesh that resembled a mixture of blood and gore, with its gaping maw and the spreading tentacles above, directly revealed its malice.

The man who was sacrificed died quickly, and all his blood was drained, giving birth to only one monster. The monster fell to the ground from the arms of the statue of the Virgin Mary with a huge crash. Despite falling from that height, the monster was completely unharmed. It struggled for a moment before getting up and moving towards the area below the stage.

The monster appeared among the crowd, and everyone looked at it with awe and worship. No one dared to disobey its will. Its tree-like tentacles wrapped around a man in a suit, and in the blink of an eye, he was grabbed and put into the monster's mouth. It crushed his body without chewing and completely merged with the monster.

The remaining people seemed to be still offering sacrifices, preparing to repeat the process.

"This is so exciting! This is a sacrifice! This is a sacrifice! I knew it would happen!"

The photographer's voice sounded extremely fanatical, like that of a true zealot.

“More sacrifices will follow, taking place throughout the city, and Miskatole will become the new Garden of Eden.”

He said this as he climbed down from the backstage area and came outside the university auditorium.

The audience outside had no idea what was happening and were even dressed up as characters from the movie, gathering on the street. Suddenly, the auditorium doors were kicked open, and the eerie and terrifying monster appeared on the street.

The handheld camera was a bit shaky, but it faithfully recorded everything.

The crowd screamed and fled in terror, but many more just stared at the monster, screaming hysterically, remaining where they were, waiting to die.

The monster's tentacles grabbed a tourist, threw him into its mouth, and chewed and crushed him like a sunflower seed, causing blood to splatter and making the scene even more chaotic.

"More and more, more and more, the Miskatonic Film Festival has officially opened!"

The person filming shouted, and the videotape then became filled with static, and the television screen quickly went black.

"It seems that things will indeed change as we explore."

Lu Ban concluded.

Those monsters were clearly the minions of some evil god, summoned here by the people of Miskatonic during a ritual; they were the same ones Zhou Changqing had encountered before.

But what year's film festival was this videotape filmed at? Why is there no news record of such an incident at the film festival? What exactly happened in this city?

As Lu Ban was pondering, he suddenly noticed that inside the RV, in the darkness, a pair of eyes were staring at him.

Chapter 783 My Dear

The eyes, reflecting the dim light of the streetlights outside, looked somewhat ferocious.

"you're awake?"

Lu Ban looked at the owner of the eyes, Wes.

"Am I going to die?"

Wes suddenly asked.

"All men must die eventually."

Lu Ban answered decisively.