I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 798 - 798 797. Line up and sit down_1

Chapter 798: 797. Line up and sit down_1 Chapter 798: 797. Line up and sit down_1 As the incarnation of an Ancient Overlord, Baobao certainly understood supernatural powers better than Lu Ban and should find it a trivial matter to read memories without harming anyone.

But for Baobao, rather than saying she deliberately killed the patient as a vigilante act that would please the public, it was more accurate to say she hadn’t even realized she had just killed someone.

You’re walking down the street, happily enjoying hotpot and singing songs, when suddenly a few ants block your way and wave their antennae at you. They’re trying to tell you that you’ve just stepped on one of their comrades. Do you admit guilt?

Baobao, this person, is good in all aspects except for one: she’s too carefree.

It might be because she hasn’t quite adjusted to life in human society yet and occasionally makes careless mistakes.

After all, pretending to be human is truly exhausting, and without some sort of amusement, it’s difficult to keep these incarnations of Ancient Overlords consistently engaged.

Now, in the courtyard of Arkham Asylum, the armed guards seemed to notice something was wrong. They looked this way, and a few of them sprang into action.

Realizing what she had done, Baobao quickly came up with an idea, but just as she was about to act, Lu Ban suddenly stopped her.

“You’re not planning on killing all the witnesses next, are you?”

“Can’t I?”

Baobao looked at Lu Ban with innocent, big eyes.

“Of course not, we still have to show them a movie.”

Lu Ban replied matter-of-factly.

“Oh, right.”

Baobao found Lu Ban’s words very convincing and changed her approach.

Then, the “mental patient” with the blown-open head, whose head had just burst open, saw his head come back together again.

He came back to life.

This patient seemed unaware of what had just happened, he didn’t notice Lu Ban and Baobao, and he focused on the computer in front of him. With rapid keystrokes, he spent all his money in an instant. Whether he donated it to a charity or simply bought tens of thousands of balloons to contribute to the hole in the ozone layer over Antarctica, that was beyond Lu Ban’s knowledge.

However, Lu Ban noticed something dirty on the back of the man’s neck.

It was as if some white, sticky substance had gotten stuck there.

Upon closer inspection, it was apparent that the substance had oozed out from under the skin of the patient, like a pimple, and within that trail was a single thread.

This thread hung vertically, extending into the boundless heights of the sky, an end unknown to all.

This person, like a marionette, had no further actions after completing the task at hand and just stared blankly at the screen, akin to an uncontrolled puppet without a master.

Seeing this, the security guards didn’t come over—they went back to their positions.

The patients had no sympathy for the spectacle, thinking it better to mind one’s own business; they might as well treat what they had just seen as a hallucination.

That’s what they thought in their minds.

“Minor issue, minor issue.”

Baobao puffed out her chest with an “aren’t I impressive?” expression.

The other patients, unsure of what they had just witnessed, watched the two individuals warily.

Lu Ban made his way to the doctor’s office and caught a doctor slacking off, who was engrossed in a game of Solitaire and almost at the final stage.

“Doctor.”

The sudden interjection by Lu Ban startled the doctor, who immediately closed the game. The doctor tilted his head, looking at Lu Ban, relaxed upon realizing it wasn’t a supervisor, but then he became puzzled.

“It’s like this, we are staff from the Miskatonic Film Festival, and we want to show movies to the patients in the hospital to bring some joy to their hospital stay.”

Lu Ban said straight away.

“Show movies? Have you made an appointment with the Dean?”

The doctor asked.

Lu Ban saw Baobao preparing to move forward, ready to smack this slacking doctor’s head with her palm, but he hurriedly stopped the girl.

“I’ll handle it.”

Lu Ban said, then casually tore off a piece of paper from the desk next to him. Afterward, the silver “Testament” fountain pen swiftly scribbled words on it.

[A slip of paper that would make whoever read it agree to the words written by the signer, simple and practical]

Lu Ban signed his own name on the paper and, as he handed it to the doctor, said,

“We have an appointment with the dean. Please give us the equipment; there should be the gear needed for an outdoor screening here.”

Taking the note from Lu Ban, the doctor appeared bewildered for a moment.

Then, as if he semi-understood, he nodded and pointed towards the keys hanging on the wall.

“The third key from the left is for the storeroom, where you’ll find the projector. The storeroom is at the end of the corridor.”

“Thank you very much, please give me that proof.”

Lu Ban said, taking the paper back.

Until Lu Ban and Baobao left, the doctor hadn’t seemed to react, only looking blankly towards the direction of the door.

The two quickly retrieved the projector and a huge screen.

North America has a fondness for outdoor movies, especially with its tradition of car culture. Often, the first dates for sweet young couples aren’t at some dim movie theater but at an open-air drive-in theater playing old films. A little money, some popcorn, and two large cups of cola are all it takes to enjoy a wonderful evening.

Therefore, the hospital had such equipment as well.

Lu Ban and Baobao quickly set up the screen.

This caught the attention of many patients.

Outside, these patients were criminals, extremely violent and ruthless, and the people they’d killed together might almost match the numbers of an enhanced battalion. Money allowed them to barely survive in the psychiatric hospital. Facing Lu Ban’s actions, they showed some disdain.

“Everyone take a seat, don’t scramble for spots, the movie’s about to start,”

Lu Ban shouted out.

No one responded to him, everyone kept to their own activities.

Lu Ban thought for a moment, then approached a security guard.

Handing that note with his own name to the guard, Lu Ban also spoke up.

“Lend me your gun for a moment.”

The guard picked up the note with a puzzled look, but soon became stupefied and mechanically handed his shotgun over to Lu Ban.

Lu Ban took the gun, stood in front of the screen, and without hesitation, fired into the sky.

Bang—

The gunshot quickly grabbed the patients’ attention. Several Black men even instantly placed their hands behind their heads and squatted down, as smoothly as if these movements were encoded in their DNA.

“Everyone, come over and take your seats. Don’t scramble for spots, the movie is about to begin,”

Lu Ban said kindly.

“Who are you?”

A bald patient, who looked like he could handle himself in a fight, shouted at Lu Ban.

Lu Ban didn’t answer, only fired a shot near the man’s feet.

Bang—

The bald patient immediately jumped up, looking incredulously at Lu Ban.

“Please find a seat.”

Lu Ban revealed a smile.

The patients looked at each other and then, one by one, they moved to the courtyard, taking their seats as obediently as kindergarten children.

After all, compared to themselves, this man looked more like a madman.

No one knew why he was showing them a movie; better not risk getting shot and then, through a lawsuit, becoming ward-mates in the same hospital.

Seeing this, Lu Ban was very satisfied.

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