I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 585 - 585 584. Paper Person and Real Person_1

Chapter 585: 584. Paper Person and Real Person_1 Chapter 585: 584. Paper Person and Real Person_1 “???”

What shocked Cao Manwen the most was the conversation between the two men.

What was this?

Was the old man Professor Hu and his father had met forty years ago still alive now?

Wasn’t this a bit too preposterous?

If Cao Manwen didn’t know that Lu Ban had not known Professor Hu before, he might have thought the two were playing a prank on him.

“Wait a minute, both of you, this old gentleman…”

Cao Manwen was at a loss for words.

But Lu Ban had obviously endured bigger challenges before.

“Old Zhang, how have you been?”

“Not too well.”

Blindman Zhang answered languidly.

“How many years has it been since then?”

“Almost ninety years, I guess.”

Lu Ban replied.

“It’s been that long.”

Blindman Zhang seemed to reminisce.

“We all thought you had stayed there forever. Later, as the war spread, everyone scattered, and we gradually lost touch. I stayed here to set up my stall, hoping to encounter someone destined. Last time, I even saw Seventh Master.”

“That was forty years ago.”

Lu Ban answered.

“Ah, my memory… Ever since the struggles of the Mysterious Monarch ceased, my impression of time has become fuzzy,” Blindman Zhang lamented.

He was like a man frozen in time, existing in that era for so long that even time couldn’t leave deep marks on him.

Watching people he knew pass away, and everything changing, was this happiness or misfortune?

Lu Ban wasn’t sure.

“Old Zhang, was there really only you as the Paper-cutting Official?”

Lu Ban suddenly asked.

Blindman Zhang was silent for a moment.

“Not really. Before me, our sect continued as per normal with births, aging, sickness, and death, unable to escape reincarnation.”

“But I later took part in the struggles of the Mysterious Monarch twice, gained some knowledge, discovered some things, and ended up like this.”

“Our sect can give life to paper cuts, the more lifelike they are, the more vitality they hold.”

“Then, I cut out my own likeness.”

“When the paper cut and I looked exactly alike, what difference was there between me and the paper cut?”

“My true body probably no longer exists, and I have only remained until now by continuously cutting paper. What stands before you is nothing more than a paper man,” Blindman Zhang said calmly.

“Moreover, my relatives in the northeast were gone long ago in the wars. I am the only one left in our sect. Should the struggles of the Mysterious Monarch restart, the Paper-cutting Officials cannot be without a representative.”

“Comrades who fought side by side with me in those days are gone. Someone must remember these things.”

Hearing Blindman Zhang’s words, Lu Ban quickly understood.

“Old Zhang, I plan to make a film that tells the story of the Nine Streams, to make sure everyone remembers you all,” he said.

Blindman Zhang was taken aback.

“These matters, even if you talk about them, people will only take them as a joke and won’t believe them. Besides, we of the Nine Streams didn’t do these things for vain glory,” Blindman Zhang protested.

“Old Zhang, there’s not only Jiangcheng Mountain in this world. There are more beings like the monsters suppressed beneath that mountain. What I want to do is to make everyone recognize this fact,” Lu Ban said earnestly.

“…more?”

Blindman Zhang seemed to be hearing this for the first time.

“Yes, did you see the heavy snowfall at the beginning of this year? That was the result of those creatures stirring. The times have changed; we need more attention,” Lu Ban replied.

“… I understand.”

Blindman Zhang answered.

“Whatever you want, I can cooperate with you.”

The two continued to chat, leaving only Cao Manwen on the side, feeling as if his entire worldview had been overturned.

What what what?

The heavy snow at the beginning of the year?

The monster suppressed under the mountain?

Could there really be monsters in this world?

Lu Ban said he wanted to make everything public, not as some film promotion, but to actually talk about these things in front of everyone?

Is there something wrong with me being here listening to all this?

After communicating with Blindman Zhang, Cao Manwen drove Lu Ban back to the hotel.

On the way, Cao Manwen felt incredulous.

“Is what you two discussed real?”

Yannan’s evening traffic jams were the norm, and during a stop in the congestion, he tentatively asked.

“Of course, it’s real.”

Lu Ban replied as if it were a matter of course.

“You’re not filming some kind of prank show, are you? That in a minute a few cameras will come out and film my face, telling me I’ve been had?”

Cao Manwen looked around apprehensively and asked.

“No.”

Lu Ban answered honestly.

“So, there really are supernatural abilities in this world? Not the qigong kind, but that kind…”

Cao Manwen didn’t know how to describe it.

Lu Ban saw a lighter in the car, and with his right hand materialized a silver pen, “Testament,” on which he wrote a word.

[Cat].

The next moment, Cao Manwen’s lighter suddenly hopped out of Lu Ban’s hand, jumped in front of the steering wheel, and rubbed against Cao Manwen’s hand like a cat.

The young doctoral student was visibly shocked.

Soon after, the lighter quickly lost its animation and reverted to the appearance of a common lighter, falling into Lu Ban’s palm.

“Is this the kind you’re talking about?”

Lu Ban asked.

“…”

Cao Manwen felt as if his materialist beliefs were about to collapse.

After sending Lu Ban back to the hotel, Cao Manwen returned to his dormitory, turned on his computer, and immediately began searching for keywords like Jiangcheng Mountain and Nine Streams.

Then Cao Manwen came across a web novel titled “I Crafted the Myth of the Ancient Dominators.” He glanced at it and found it quite well-written, reading until midnight before he suddenly realized what he was doing.

“Damn, what am I doing?”

He cast two monthly votes for the book, then went on to look up information about supernatural abilities.

But basically, on the internet, there were only things like “Qigong Quick Success Technique,” “Three Sentences That Make the Opposite Sex Fall for You with Superpowers,” “So This Is How Magic Works,” and such, obviously deceptive book recommendations, along with some pseudo-scientific supernatural research combining relativity, quantum mechanics, and string theory.

There was not a single trace of the things Lu Ban and the others had mentioned.

But what Cao Manwen had seen tonight was real, and he looked again at the lighter he had brought upstairs.

“Transform for me!”

He spoke to the lighter, but it remained unmoving, as if mocking his foolishness.

Elsewhere.

Lu Ban quickly contacted Du Danping’s family through Song Yunyan, and through Tang Que’s letter, he found the Hundred Miles Walkers Sect’s transnational trading company, obtaining precious interview footage.

As for Dai Yuanyang, Lu Ban checked and it seemed that the remaining members of the Dai Family had all gone abroad at Dai Yuanyang’s invitation during the time of war, and there was no further news of them afterward.

Lu Ban didn’t know the final outcome of these people, but if they were introduced by Dai Yuanyang, then they probably got in touch with foreign organizations researching pollution by supernatural abilities, and the outcome was likely not good.

After collecting the materials, Lu Ban was finally able to start producing the film.

One month later, in June, before the summer solstice, Lu Ban posted an announcement on the account of Silent Media, revealing the basic information about his upcoming film “Nine Streams.”

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