I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 127 - 127 126. Gao Neng Jun has already fallen_1

Chapter 127: 126. Gao Neng Jun has already fallen_1 Chapter 127: 126. Gao Neng Jun has already fallen_1 The more Xu Duchong watched the film, the more he felt something was off.

Especially when he saw Lu Ban asking around for information in the restaurant, following those two guys who brought their own food, chatting while eating, Xu Duchong actually smelled the aroma of the food.

People say a well-made food movie can make you feel like you can smell the aroma, but this time Xu Duchong really did smell it.

The milky scent of a fried egg, the charred smell of grilled fish, the pungent odor of cumin and chili pepper, and the fragrance of alcohol—there was no doubt that if he closed his eyes right now, he would definitely feel like he was in that eerie canteen, surrounded by eating guests, occasionally hearing conversations, and smelling the tempting scent of barbecued seafood.

The nauseating sensation brought by the painting of the missing artist Wan Ye was swept away, and saliva secreted unconsciously under his tongue, making Xu Duchong feel a bit hungry.

He could only pick up a mooncake and take a bite.

“Five-nut filling???”

Tasting the flavor in his mouth, Xu Duchong felt that something was not right.

He paused the video, ran to the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator.

He hadn’t eaten at home for the past couple of days; there were no leftovers. Except for apples and milk, there were only eggs and raw meat in the fridge.

“What are you looking for so late?”

His mother, who was watching TV in the living room, asked a question and poked her head in.

“Is there anything to eat?”

Xu Duchong continued to rummage through the fridge without looking back.

“Eat, eat, eat, that’s all you know. Wait until you grow into a little fatty; no girl will want you then,” his mother muttered, then sat back down on the couch.

After searching, only five-nut mooncakes were left.

There was nothing he could do, so Xu Duchong sat back in front of the computer.

He watched the bustling festival, saw Red Leaf with a mask hanging on her head, following Lu Ban up the mountain, and they arrived at the road lined with torii gates.

“It’s a bit chilling…”

Xu Duchong immediately lost track of Red Leaf. The camera was shaky as if filmed with a handheld camera, which felt very immersive.

He saw the camera move along the road ahead, only a small area was visible, the rest was covered in a white fog.

This feeling was somewhat thrilling; Xu Duchong even thought that every time the camera moved forward, moist fog would hit his face.

“…did my phone just ring?”

Suddenly, Xu Duchong heard a melody. He instinctively thought it was his phone. But after a glance at the dark screen of the phone by his computer, he realized otherwise.

Only then did he discover that the sound was coming from behind him!

“Damn!”

Xu Duchong quickly turned around, only to see the wallpapered wall; there was nothing else.

“This surround sound is pretty amazing.”

As he slowly turned back, he saw on the screen a pale, grudge-filled face.

[Watch out, high energy ahead!]

For a moment, the barrage swept through.

“Damn it!”

Xu Duchong was so startled that his heart skipped a beat, and he couldn’t help but curse aloud.

This person in the shrine maiden costume seemed to appear as the viewpoint shifted; after the camera swept past her, she was slowly engulfed in fog and disappeared.

Maybe it was just his imagination, but Xu Duchong felt like the moment the shrine maiden appeared, it was as if something had grabbed his heart, sending chills all over his body.

“This movie is enough to give someone a heart attack.”

He commented.

Fortunately, Lu Ban quickly reunited with Red Leaf and reached the shrine at the top of the mountain.

At this moment, the film had no background music, and Lu Ban and Red Leaf were not talking. In the dimly lit shrine, they advanced step by step, with sometimes a spirit niche and sometimes a standing pillar emerging from the darkness. The appearance of each new thing instinctively made one gasp.

This feeling of the unknown was very stimulating.

Xu Duchong, fearing the eerie shrine maiden’s reemergence, subconsciously distanced himself a bit from the screen.

Then, Xu Duchong saw in the path beyond the worship hall, those figures standing by the road in hunting attire, wearing masks—they were the priests, and the likewise masked, seated shrine maidens.

They stood in a row beside the path, and before them, there was a Shrine Maiden, her body already decayed, draped in opulent attire.

At that moment, the music started, the ancient song resounding by Xu Duchong’s ears like a kind of incantation. He recognized it as the tune he had heard while climbing before, but the details were different. This song was more solemn, hallowed, and sacred.

The deceased Shrine Maidens now constituted a scene imbued with religious significance. Combined with the melody, it evoked a sense of insignificance, as if facing the majestic creations of nature, feeling sadness, helplessness, and despair.

Xu Duchong was profoundly shaken; in the first few seconds, his mind went completely blank, unable even to comprehend what was happening. The scene hit him like a sledgehammer, leaving him dazed.

But after a while, he came to his senses, and as he listened to the music and saw Lu Ban and Red Leaf approach the centrally seated Shrine Maiden, he felt a tremor of emotion.

It was like the feeling humans get when they witness something spectacular, the irresistible, all-destroying force that smashes into them, indefensible.

When the fog surged forward, Xu Duchong felt something else.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

He coughed twice, despite the spreading of the fog as mere plot in the film, Xu Duchong felt as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat, a burning sensation flowing through his nostrils into his respiratory tract, swirling in his lungs.

He had experienced this sensation before; like watching someone scratch a blackboard with their fingernails, a diving board breaking during a dive, or crashing into a clear pane of glass, just seeing it made him feel pain.

“These special effects are too realistic.”

Xu Duchong believed that it was the actors’ performances, together with the lifelike special effects, that gave him such a sensation.

Even when the fog cleared, Xu Duchong still thought he could smell that pungent odor in the air.

All the plot points were telling Xu Duchong that the disappearance of this painter and the situation on the island were not so simple.

“The game of One Hundred Poets? Nailed the theme…”

Upon seeing the four playing the game of One Hundred Poets, Xu Duchong grew curious.

While searching for information about the game on his phone, he continued to watch the screen.

Then he saw the faces of Tachibana Masamune and Ginpei, who had turned into monsters.

“Ugh—”

Xu Duchong felt his stomach churn and almost threw up the five-nut mooncake he had just eaten.

However, what was more severe than these feelings was when Red Leaf approached the strange Shrine Maiden who had appeared in the corner at some unknown time.

Xu Duchong found that he could not look away.

“Holy shit, what the hell…”

In the frame, Xu Duchong felt himself drawing closer step by step to the Shrine Maiden, he wanted to close his eyes to avoid the scene, but surprisingly found he couldn’t close them at all. He could only stare wide-eyed at his own approach toward the pale-faced Shrine Maiden.

It was as if his body no longer belonged to him and was being controlled by some unknown force.

The short few dozen seconds of the scene made Xu Duchong feel like it had lasted an hour.

More strangely, during this time, even the barrage of comments disappeared.

It seemed like everyone was captivated by this part of the story, their hands leaving the keyboard.

Buzz—

Only after a buzzing noise did Xu Duchong regain control of his body. He breathed heavily, clicked open the comment box, and rapidly typed a barrage comment.

[Was I cursed just now, why couldn’t I move at all?]

Unexpectedly, the screen, which had been empty, suddenly lagged.

A moment later, a flood of comments streamed out.

[Holy shit, I just froze in real life]

[Is this some kind of psychological suggestion? Why can’t I move?]

[Where’s Gao Neng Jun, that last scene was so creepy, why was there no warning?]

[Reporting to command, Gao Neng Jun is also down!]

[My closet just moved, I’m too scared to keep watching!]

[No way, 30,000 people online and we’re all experiencing sleep paralysis?]

[This movie is cursed, it’s full of these Netherworld stunts!]

[Let me tell you a joke, I just wanted to light a cigarette to calm my nerves, but then I realized, I don’t even know how to smoke anymore!]

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