I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 582 - 582 581. Signature_1

Chapter 582: 581. Signature_1 Chapter 582: 581. Signature_1 Lu Ban sat in the café waiting but was not idle. He took out his notebook and started typing up the storyboard script he had in mind.

According to his plan, the movie would be divided into two parts—one portraying the modern narration and the other depicting scenes from the past.

The modern narration should complement and add authenticity to the scenes from the past.

Lu Ban had seen some similar war and disaster documentaries that interviewed survivors and eyewitnesses. Through their words, a sense of immersion was created, gradually sketching out the full panorama of the events.

In Lu Ban’s view, the Inheritors of the Ninth River choosing to follow Mysterious Monarch should be the climax of the entire film. At the same time, this part should also serve as a cliffhanger. Therefore, the modern narrations should also guide the thoughts of the audience.

After ordering a drink, Lu Ban continued typing and working.

About two hours later, he finally lifted his head.

He suddenly noticed that the number of people around him had increased.

Several girls sat near Lu Ban, whispering among themselves with their cell phones in hand.

Others were furiously typing on their phones while taking photos.

“I forgot…”

Lu Ban then remembered.

He was a celebrity, after all. Just sitting in a café without a disguise meant he was bound to be recognized. Word would spread from one to ten, ten to a hundred, and soon enough, fans and journalists would come flocking.

He blamed it on the mission from Foreign Domain.

After all, decades ago in Jiangcheng, people didn’t recognize him, which had led to some bad habits.

“Uh, Director Lu, could you give me an autograph?”

A girl summoned her courage and handed Lu Ban a notebook covered in colorful tape.

“No problem.”

Lu Ban graciously agreed, took the pen, and signed his name in a blank space in the notebook.

This prompted the fans present to get excited, quickly forming a long line.

After signing autographs for over an hour, Lu Ban’s phone vibrated.

He saw a message from Tang Yu.

Lu Ban initially wanted to reply that he’d be at the hospital entrance, but given his current situation, he thought he should be cautious.

It didn’t matter much to him, but if Tang Yu was photographed alone with Lu Ban, the entertainment journalists would likely create a buzz with new gossip.

After some thought, Lu Ban sent Tang Yu the address of the restaurant.

He then paid the bill and got up to leave the café.

Behind him, journalists were in hot pursuit, intent on figuring out what Lu Ban was up to.

But Lu Ban just kept walking on his own. After a few minutes, he suddenly disappeared around a corner.

“???”

The entertainment journalists who had been tracking Lu Ban with their cameras were suddenly at a loss, none of them able to pinpoint the exact moment he had vanished.

Meanwhile, in an alley near the café, a drop of Lu Ban slowly coalesced, taking on human form.

He took off his coat, put on a mask, bought a pair of sunglasses in the neighboring mall, and quickly arrived at the dining place.

Tang Yu had only removed her lab coat, underneath which she wore a casual shirt and jeans. Perhaps due to exercising, she maintained a good figure, the kind that would require ten dollars to describe in detail.

She was twenty-eight years old, considered quite young among doctors. Leveraging her family’s heritage, she was far superior to the average person in medicine, achieving smooth sailing in her studies and career.

It was precisely because of her work, and her ordinary mannerism, that she didn’t have a boyfriend—unfamiliar men were wary of a forensic doctor, and the ones who knew her well tended to treat Tang Yu as one of the guys.

After all, besides being a doctor, Tang Yu was also top-notch in combat, not like those online trolls who only know how to throw insults. Miss Tang was a genuine martial artist who could knock out three Qin Tiantians with a single punch.

“I heard you started doing autograph sessions in the café opposite the hospital, quite popular, aren’t you?”

Tang Yu was not the least bit shy. From the fact that she didn’t hesitate to offer Lu Ban a lift, it was clear that the doctor had an outgoing and straightforward personality.

Of course, it was also possible that Tang Yu felt if it really came down to a fight, Lu Ban wouldn’t be a match for her.

“I didn’t notice I was recognized.”

Lu Ban roughly ordered some dishes with Tang Yu—local cuisine. Jiangcheng dishes are known for their salty and fresh but mild flavors, especially the duck. It is said that no duck can escape Jiangcheng, and having lived here for some time, Lu Ban wholeheartedly agreed.

“Actually, not many people invite me out to eat.”

While waiting for the dishes to be served, Tang Yu remarked somewhat sentimentally.

“Why? I think dining with you would be quite fun.”

Lu Ban retorted.

“Because of my job, forensic medicine, people always feel like I deal with the dead, and carry bad luck. Back in high school, there was a guy I got along with pretty well, but once he found out I studied forensic medicine during our first university summer break, he dared not meet with me any longer.”

Tang Yu spoke quite lightheartedly, with not a hint of gloom.

“I actually think forensic medicine is quite amazing. You see, many people die, and others don’t know how they died, or what they encountered before death, but forensic scientists can tell everyone the truth.”

Lu Ban said.

“And, today, when I was queuing in your department, I saw that you don’t just deal with the dead. Many injured people also need your assessment to claim compensation, and in a way, that protects those who are vulnerable.”

Upon hearing Lu Ban’s words, Tang Yu showed a rare, serious expression.

“You are indeed rare in your understanding of our work.”

She said, and then suddenly laughed.

“Right, you mentioned you wanted to discuss something with me. What is it? Surely it’s not because you want to make a film about forensic science and need to consult me for materials?”

“It’s not that.”

Lu Ban was interrupted by the waiter bringing the dishes. Two dishes were placed on the table, and both decided to start eating first.

Tang Yu, true to her lineage from Tang Que, ate robustly—with bold and hearty movements, showing a kind of straightforward Northeastern vigor. Lu Ban immediately felt that these delicate Jiangnan dishes didn’t quite suit her; perhaps spicy hot pot or Northeastern barbecue would be more up her alley.

“What I really want to ask about is your family situation.”

After eating a few bites, Lu Ban finally spoke.

“My family?”

Tang Yu put down her chopsticks. She paused to think, and then spoke as if teasing.

“Are young people nowadays all so direct?”

“Direct?”

Lu Ban was startled, then he quickly explained.

“No, you misunderstood, Dr. Tang. I wanted to ask about the Corpse-sewing Craftsman.”

“!”

Upon hearing Lu Ban’s words, Tang Yu’s expression immediately turned much more serious.

“Where did you hear about that?”

She asked with a lowered voice, no longer in a joking mood.

“Looks like it is so.”

Lu Ban finally confirmed that Tang Yu was indeed a descendant of the Lineage of Puppeteer Craftsmen.

He had wondered before if Tang Yu, like He Jiaoyang, had only inherited abilities without knowledge of her family history. Now it seemed that Tang Yu was aware.

“Here’s the thing, Dr. Tang. I want to make a film about the Inheritors of the Ninth River, and I would like to consult you for materials, asking about some ancestral matters.”

At the mention of the Nine Streams, Tang Yu’s expression grew even more solemn.

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