I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 799 - 799 Look why not take a look_1

Chapter 799: Look, why not take a look!_1 Chapter 799: Look, why not take a look!_1 Watching everyone line up and sit down, with their hands resting on their thighs, just like primary school students preparing for a sports day, Lu Ban felt extremely gratified.

It seemed that these mental patients were indeed wealthy, having received a good education; as for why they ended up in such a state, Lu Ban believed that, apart from personal effort, it was inseparable from the support of the country.

After tinkering with the machine, Lu Ban quickly got ready to start the screening.

The first movie contained elements of thriller within a folk theme, but the folklore from Europe and America was really quite basic—essentially an enhanced version of spirit channeling, with many symbols that were more disgusting than terrifying.

Eyeballs, blood plasma, severed limbs, all sorts of restricted images emerged.

Having watched the movie, Lu Ban thought its theme held a certain novelty, while the plot was comparatively common; the character performances, on the other hand, were quite good. Overall, he felt it was a movie worth spending time to watch.

He wrote down his review comments, then glanced over at the mental patients.

These patients were indifferent, like middle school students standing on the playground under the scorching sun of thirty-five-degree weather, listening to a principal talk about his work achievements and past glories.

It seemed they didn’t care much for this movie.

He pondered that perhaps many of these mental patients were master criminals in their own right, and the number of people who died in the movie might not even equate to the number some patients had killed. To them, this probably didn’t count as horror at all.

Lu Ban noted this down as well.

A movie should consider the experiences and needs of various audiences. Even an extremely violent murderer, when incarcerated, might watch this movie, and at that time, the film would be unable to evoke sufficient emotions in them. This was a deficiency.

An excellent movie should enable audiences, whether they have relevant experiences or not, to feel something different and be moved after watching it.

However, Lu Ban also thought that the special effects of this movie were quite common; the ghosts looked like cheap slides. This aspect was a letdown for the film.

For a surreal movie, special effects are very important. They require not just imagination but also texture. Once the texture is right, even if it seems crude to audiences decades later, it can still resonate and touch hearts.

Especially now, these wealthy individuals might have seen Lu Ban’s movies or, at worst, might have come across similar clips on short video apps. Their threshold for appreciating special effects is already high. Under such circumstances, poor effects will further lower the film’s rating.

But to bring these movie’s special effects up to Lu Ban’s standard, without meaning any disrespect, he felt he might need to prepare them for brain stem intubation.

At that thought, Lu Ban felt he couldn’t just sit idle—he needed to take some action.

So, he placed his hands on the projector, and myriad characters appeared.

[An ancient projector, that managing to start is a victory]

[Don’t expect too high quality image, being able to see the colors clearly is already quite good]

[It’s advised not to run for too long, the bulb might burn out]

It appeared this projector also had significant problems; with such subpar playback equipment, the movie’s images certainly couldn’t be great.

So, Lu Ban added a few strokes to it.

In the blink of an eye, the projector was transformed, as though it had been enhanced with Zenith Star technology.

Lu Ban began playing the second movie.

This movie’s theme was more common; it was about a serial killer case featuring more blood plasma and more violent imagery, but it wasn’t really terrifying.

Even halfway through, Lu Ban was curious whether the movie was possibly based on one of the patients present.

However, after Lu Ban’s minor modifications, the projector had gained some extraordinary powers.

For example, when it was playing, and the killer in a plastic raincoat, wielding a chisel, dismembered the victim piece by piece on a chopping board, the sensations of pain and fear spread over those mental patients as though they were genuinely present.

Several people clasped their arms, shivering, and some even tried to cover their eyes, not daring to watch.

However, some of them rolled their eyes back and fainted, as if memories that seemed already dead were attempting to attack them.

After one movie, barely one out of ten mental patients who had been sitting nicely in their chairs remained conscious.

It was like high school seniors, who had just gone through a month of intense summer tutoring, studying hard from six in the morning until midnight for the college entrance exams, suddenly being told the exams were postponed for three more months.

“The structure of this movie does have a lot of innovations, shooting from the killer’s perspective, and it incorporates misleading elements and tricks. Although the cinematography is common, the creativity is quite excellent.”

Lu Ban made this comment.

He believed that the mental patients felt the same way.

Another movie finished playing, and Lu Ban was ready to continue.

Baobao beside him was already dozing off.

“Is this the level of your human movies? Not funny at all,”

she muttered.

“Were you looking for laughs?”

“The monsters in it were kind of funny.”

Baobao nodded obediently.

“Actually, it’s even more enjoyable to see these people being scared.”

She looked around, and the mental patients were all crouching defensively, trembling, as if they had seen something indescribable and horrifying.

Seeing this, Lu Ban picked up the gun again and fired a warning shot into the sky.

Bang—

“Sit properly, how are you supposed to watch a movie like this!”

he shouted, and the mental patients, frightened by Lu Ban’s gun, obediently sat back down.

The third movie began, and Lu Ban was enjoying it, but he noticed that the audience below him was distracted. Some were even picking up their phones and looking at them.

This felt just like when students in a university elective would either sleep or play with their phones, doing everything but listening to the lecture, while the professor, standing at the podium, still had to seriously interact and finish the lecture.

“Watch, why aren’t you watching!”

Lu Ban reminded them.

He approached a patient who was looking at his phone, silent, just observing what the patient was viewing.

Then, Lu Ban saw that the patient wasn’t distracted but was sending a message to his lawyer.

[Find a way to get me out of this damn mental hospital, to jail, anywhere is fine. Can I confess? I’ll admit to any crime, I’ll turn myself in, this place is too frightening!]

It seemed he wanted to escape the asylum by admitting guilt.

Though Lu Ban did not know why the patient decided to turn over a new leaf and confess to his crimes, if a prodigal son returns to the fold, it is indeed a joyous event.

Lu Ban waited for him to finish communicating with his lawyer, then gently patted his shoulder.

“You’ve done well. I’ve decided to show you another movie,”

Lu Ban said. Upon hearing Lu Ban’s words, the patient’s face turned ashen.