I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 596 - 596 595. Hidden accusations

Chapter 596: 595. Hidden accusations Chapter 596: 595. Hidden accusations The camera’s view began to twist and skew, everything around it seeming like the blurred sights of a drunk wandering vagabond, causing a headache and brain swell.

The perspective shifted toward Blindman Zhang, floating in mid-air, yet the tables, chairs, and ground cast no shadows.

The camera moved close to Blindman Zhang, within inches, but the latter seemed to not have noticed at all.

Stephen’s heart leaped, he knew full well that according to the clichés of genuine horror films, such hermit-like figures, when alone, would meet with danger and soon be dispatched, leaving the protagonists vulnerable and immersed in fear.

Horror films typically comprised a few character profiles.

A common protagonist with certain admirable qualities.

A woman who only knows how to scream hysterically and heedlessly seeks death.

A warrior whose combat prowess appears high but invariably dies first.

And there’s always the charlatan who seems knowledgeable, babbles on about gods, and provides the protagonists with clues to break the curse.

Beyond these, there are characters like the generous yet dim-witted beauty, the lovey-dovey couple who die quickly when it’s time to provide fan service, the wealthy company manager or student body president who initially takes charge but definitely meets a grim fate.

Right, and abroad, there must be an inclusion of black people and transgender individuals; moreover, pregnant women and children can’t be killed, so their surroundings are much safer.

Having participated in four Mysterious Monarch conflicts, Blindman Zhang appeared to know a lot, making him easy prey for danger!

Suddenly, the camera froze.

It hovered near Blindman Zhang as if blocked by some invisible barrier.

The old man tilted his head slightly as if looking in this direction.

Though it was a subtle movement, his entire demeanor changed completely.

If before one saw a wizened blind man sitting here, now, the warrior in the camera view was a veteran soldier.

Even though his eyes and expressions were not visible, the sharpness emitted immediately held Stephen’s breath through the screen.

He was certain that if he faced this man in reality, he wouldn’t last more than three minutes.

Even ghosts would find this worrying.

The camera view returned to normal, receded, and moved to the neighboring Du Ming, He Chong, and Seventh Master who were drinking tea.

They were engrossed in trivial family matters, talking about things that made it seem like these three would be completely wiped out in less than ten minutes.

Yet Professor Hu, who was watching the movie, was completely absorbed.

He hadn’t been to the cinema in a long time; this bustling place didn’t belong to an old man like him.

Professor Hu had always used an old television set until the broadcast and television lines were renovated, after which he got a second-hand one.

He invariably watched the news at seven every evening; his meals were simple. Despite being a professor at the country’s top university and a leading figure in the field, earning a substantial income, he donated most of it, living in the university staff dormitory. To unfamiliar students, he was just a retired elderly man.

As a professor of archaeology, he might be the one “most detached from reality.” He was unaware of current popular singers and actors but could detail the production technique of every pattern on ceramic pieces; he didn’t know renowned scenic spots and tourist destinations but could see through the environment and feng shui surrounding each ancient tomb.

“The last time I watched a movie was when the school organized a film showing in the square,” Professor Hu reminisced as he entered the cinema.

“Professor, that all happened so many years ago,” said Cao Manwen, who accompanied him.

When Professor Hu’s interview footage appeared in the movie, the old man didn’t seem very excited.

But when the portly, seemingly shrewd Seventh Master appeared, Cao Manwen noticed that the hands of the old man next to him began to tremble slightly.

Professor Hu remained silent, simply watching the Seventh Master, who might have seemed like a minor character to other viewers, his mouth opening and closing as if he wanted to say something.

Seeing the dialogue between Seventh Master, Du Ming, and He Chong stirred a mix of emotions in Professor Hu. He vaguely felt that as a child, he might have also heard such conversations.

Back then, he was still young, and his father was still alive.

In the years before his father passed away, the old man who lay in bed spoke mostly of apologies, of how he shouldn’t have run away, how he should have stood with everyone else. His hesitation in his youth led to lifelong regrets until his death.

From that time, Professor Hu had not understood what exactly had caused his father such regret. So when Lu Ban’s movie was released, he was the first to ask his students to take him to the cinema.

Seeing his father on the big screen was an extremely novel experience for Professor Hu.

The father in the movie was much younger than Professor Hu was now, but he recognized the man at a glance.

He cherished every scene related to his father, greedily watching everything in the movie.

In the movie, the scene shifted to the next day as everyone headed towards the mountain temple. The twisted temple made people dizzy, not wanting to look any further, while the temple’s Divine Idol seemed even more real.

The competition was bizarre; the Inheritors of the Ninth River displayed their unique powers, like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea.

Only Dai Yuanyang was still sleeping.

It wasn’t until Lu Ban obtained the token that everyone began to understand that he was the true candidate for the Mysterious Monarch.

On the other side, the foreign researchers who had appeared before came to the Taoist Temple with soldiers and found Dai Yuanyang.

Seeing this scene, Cao Manwen noticed that Professor Hu secretly clenched his fists.

“These people, they took our things just like that back in the days,” Professor Hu muttered under his breath.

Cao Manwen was stunned for a moment before realizing that Professor Hu regarded these people as those who had come to steal cultural relics.

He wanted to explain, but then he thought, if you replace the superpowered individuals in the movie with craftsmen holding cultural heritage, and their superpowers with antique cultural relics, the entire movie still made sense.

A group of highly skilled craftsmen gathered to decide the winner among them, and one of them, sponsored by foreigners, created artifacts that were not only more beautiful but also more creative.

This craftsman believed they should accept foreign sponsorship, even go abroad, and learn advanced techniques with their family heirlooms. But other craftsmen did not agree, and they rebuked him for forgetting his roots.

Latter, the foreigners followed the craftsman’s trail, looking for the location of legendary cultural relics where they competed.

It matched perfectly.

At this thought, Cao Manwen had a sudden revelation.

So Lu Ban claimed he was filming about the struggles of superpowered individuals during wartime, but was he actually talking about the great craftsmen of that era?

Thinking it over, wasn’t Mountain-moving Dragon Seeker just archaeological excavation, Yin Yang Eyes appraising cultural relics, the storyteller discerning provenance, and Star-picking stealing antiques from wealthy households? These people were a group of early protectors of cultural relics!