I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
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Chapter 382: 381. Can you translate for me, what does cure_1 mean? Chapter 382: 381. Can you translate for me, what does cure_1 mean? Lu Ban arrived in Cannes half a day before the premiere began.

He was naturally going to attend the premiere.

In the evening, dressed in a black suit, Lu Ban arrived at the theater of the premiere, where the seats were largely filled with bigwigs from the French film and television industry, theater chain executives, and journalists and media professionals from all over the world.

There was a routine interview segment before the premiere, where Lu Ban talked about the movie.

“What was your original intention in creating this film?”

The interviewer was a blonde woman in a strapless evening gown who spoke in fluent Chinese and then translated it into French.

“I’ve always wanted to bring everyone a story that heals the heart. Audiences who have seen my other works definitely know that my past works can be more stimulating, not soft enough, and with this work, I’ve consistently threaded warmth, growth, and the healing of the heart into the creation process. I hope that through my films, everyone can feel the love and hope this world has to offer.”

The interviewer translated Lu Ban’s response into French, which made the audience laugh.

Others may not know Lu Ban well, but how could these old hands in the movie circle be unaware.

A film that managed to turn Mrs. Meritt from a furious rant to high praise surely had some mystery to it.

“It was mentioned before that you wanted to win some awards at the film festival with this movie. Some people think this is your transformational work. What do you think?”

The interviewer asked again.

“Actually, I haven’t transformed. I’m just a common director, presenting some interesting stories to everyone. My creations, every single one, always show something beautiful, something that, even in the face of adversity, still manifests beautifully. From this point of view, I believe I have always been a director who heals people’s hearts.”

Lu Ban answered as if it were obvious.

Upon hearing the translator’s words, the faces of the audience present looked a bit odd.

They all felt that Lu Ban’s understanding of ‘healing people’s hearts’ was a little different from theirs.

But this was not a significant issue.

Even if Lu Ban had deceived them and this was a horror film masquerading as an art film, then at worst, they’d just get scared. After all, those present hadn’t been immune to being spooked by “Cry” or “The Madman’s Mouth.”

“Finally, is there anything you’d like to say to the audience?”

The interviewer asked again.

“I hope everyone can enjoy the movie, enjoy life, and enjoy all the beauty it has to offer.”

Lu Ban said earnestly.

Laughter rose once more.

The interview segment ended, and the movie soon began.

The audience was filled with anticipation, wondering what kind of heart-healing story Lu Ban would present.

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Bai Qiquan was going to see the second screening.

The premiere was for the big shots – all sorts of film industry moguls, media elite, and big corporate bosses, who had to don formal attire.

As a tourist, Bai Qiquan didn’t need to bother with that.

“There are so many people.”

His girlfriend, Pang Zhen, latching onto his arm, commented on the crowds. In May, Cannes was humid; standing for a bit in the afternoon heat could leave one feeling sticky and clammy, while the evenings were slightly better though still rather hot.

Pang Zhen wore a dark-colored dress, having made herself up nicely, seeming much more attractive than when she was at school.

Bai Qiquan, holding their movie tickets, found their seats; next to him, a foreigner was speaking a language he didn’t understand – perhaps French or some other European language.

Right before the film screening, Pang Zhen checked her phone for reviews.

“It seems like the movie’s got great reviews. Don’t spoil it for me, okay?”

She said.

“What’s there to spoil? Isn’t it just a common love story? It’s a movie that heals the heart. You’ll understand once you see it.”

Bai Qiquan was nonchalant.

He had seen all the highlights of the movie and thought it might scare him on the big screen, but there weren’t many such scenes.

It wasn’t a big deal.

The auditorium dimmed, and the movie started.

Bai Qiquan leaned back in his chair, focused on the movie.

In the first half, when those monsters appeared, Bai Qiquan still felt the sensation of Pang Zhen gripping his hand tightly.

By the middle section, he could feel the entire theater soften with sentiment.

A nameless melancholy drifted through the cinema, and even Bai Qiquan, who had seen it countless times, was moved to become sentimental.

He even heard sobbing, likely moved to tears by the impending separation that was to come.

He also knew very well what was to come in the latter part of the movie.

Despite this, watching it on the big screen felt different.

Especially since he liked the character Amber very much and had longed countless times to have such a lover.

Therefore, when the two parted ways, exchanging a glance during the ceremony, with memories flooding back, Bai Qiquan still sighed with emotion.

As for Pang Zhen beside him, such a sentimental girl had already been moved to tears, continuously wiping her nose with a tissue.

Was this what Director Lu meant by healing hearts?

Bai Qiquan was indeed touched, the fleeting and beautiful love, the longing for freedom, the warmth and growth, the movie captured it all perfectly.

Such movies are often said to be ‘poisonous’, because they’re addictive and leave a deep impression, and every time you revisit them after a while, you can gain new insights.

As Bai Qiquan silently handed a tissue to his girlfriend, the scene shifted to night.

“?”

His movement suddenly froze.

Because this segment, this scene, he was certain he had never seen it before.

It was not in the original cut that had been played internally!

What’s going on?

Was the wrong film shown?

Was there a problem with the submitted original?

Bai Qiquan found it almost humorous that at this moment, he thought of the possibility they had made a mistake during the encoding process.

Yet this segment seemed natural, a continuation of what followed.

Bai Qiquan remembered that in the version he had watched, after the ceremony, Lu Ban left amid the cherry blossoms and nothing more happened that night.

Was this part added later by Director Lu?

A director’s cut?

He saw the protagonist enter the main hall, the bone ash boxes of past chief priestesses, and the desolate, uninhabited courtyard.

Bai Qiquan’s heart began to race.

The entire cinema was silent, everyone holding their breath, awaiting the protagonist’s exploration.

Everyone was curious, what was there, under such circumstances, above that attic?

The protagonist arrived in front of the attic, and Bai Qiquan, upon seeing this scene, suddenly smelled something scorched.

Bai Qiquan saw the lock on the door.

Click—

His heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.

All around him faded away, turning cold.

Those voices were layered upon one another, as if calling from a distant world.

Goosebumps spread from his spine to the rest of his body, he wanted to close his eyes, not wanting to see the upcoming plot, but his eyes stayed wide open, taking in everything.

Then, Bai Qiquan saw it.

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