I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

He flipped through it at will. Basically, it was a multi-angle one-night event. It was very long and needed to be edited to watch.

According to the career plan given by the system, this should be the material he needs to make short films in the next stage.

As for this is a melody.

It didn't exist in Lu Bian's phone, but in his mind.

Compared with the techniques of crowbars and suonas, which stick to the ravines of the cerebral cortex like cobwebs, this melody is directly engraved into the brain stem and spinal cord, and into the DNA.

In other words, Lu Bian can play this melody anywhere, with anything that can make a sound.

He picked up the phone and turned on the key tone.

L--

The fingers moved at a high speed beyond Lu Kian's understanding, and played this complex and changeable melody full of dissonance.

If there is a piano now, even if Lu Bian doesn't know how to play it at all, he can play it instinctively.

This feeling is not so much amazement, but rather a little fear.

In this way, he gained some knowledge that he had never been exposed to before, and Lu Bian felt an uncomfortable feeling that his brain was being spied on.

And this melody

Although he hadn't tried it, the knowledge in Lu Kian's brain told him that this melody had some kind of resistance to those impure things, which was also commonly known as the song to ward off evil spirits.

Maybe blowing it out with your own suona can double the effect?

Lu Bian thought.

He put down his phone, closed his eyes, and recalled what he saw and heard last night.

When he saw the dark yellow planet and the wonderful brilliance of Aldebaran, Lu Bian knew that some knowledge that should not have been obtained, like this melody, also flowed into his brain.

However, this knowledge is fragmented and unsystematic. He can only vaguely judge that the two indescribable great beings are currently inactive, and only in some extremely special circumstances can they influence and interfere with the outside world.

Thinking of this, Lu Han showed the silver revolver in his right hand.

He saw that a dark yellow bullet appeared in one of the six-round magazines.

"It was recorded."

Lu Bian was a little surprised. He just instinctively filled the last empty space in the magazine into raving, but he didn't actually remember what he did.

Unexpectedly, the recording was successful.

He lifted Lu Bian to his temple and pulled the trigger.

Then, open your mouth and try to make a sound.

"■■■■■■"

Some kind of voice that does not belong to this world rang out. No creature on earth could and should not make such a voice. Some kind of grand, indifferent, distant, and exotic ravings echoed in the theater hall.

The moment he heard this sound, Lu Bian's own brain also exploded, and the feeling of the red-hot iron rod stirring in his mind came up again, but soon, the feeling calmed down, Lu Kizuna began to think that the sound was as pleasant as the sound of nature, and even wanted to sing a song to the melody of Christmas carols.

Lu Han closed his mouth and canceled the repetition.

"It's scary. Just listening to this makes me feel like I'm going to lose my senses."

Lu Bian, who said it was terrifying, but actually had no expression at all, suddenly remembered that he had lost a lot of reason after going through those things last night, and he didn't know what was going on now.

He opened the personal panel.

【Name: Lu Bian】

【Occupation: Director】

【Bachelor's degree】

【Strength: 55】

[Physical: 65]

【Size: 60】

[Agility: 70]

【Appearance: 90】

【Intelligence: 65】

【Will: 80】

【Education: 70】

【Lucky: 20】

【Sanity: 0】

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===024. Sanity reset ===

【Sanity: 0】

Good guy.

When Lu Bian saw this attribute, he called him a good guy.

His reasoning was just one night's effort, and it became zero.

According to the understanding of the attribute, if the sanity is zero, it means that the landing trip has no sanity now.

Reason, logic, thinking, the things that make humans human, will all stumble away from the land.

In other words, if the sanity value becomes zero, Lu Jian should immediately fall into a madness that can never be recovered. How can he still maintain his current appearance.

Is there any discrepancy in this?

Lu Bian felt that he was currently healthy, both physically and psychologically.

Even, because of last night's experience, Lu Bian thought that his mental state was unprecedentedly good. After all, being able to sleep for a few hours without interruption was a great help in restoring his energy.

"Go see a psychiatrist later."

Lu Bing thought.

It was already past six o'clock, and it was almost noon. Lu Bian finally took a look at the dilapidated Jiangcheng Grand Theater, packed his things, and walked out the door.

After taking the bus to the subway to return to the city, Lu Jian did not rush home, but first transferred to Jiangcheng People's Hospital.

Putting the backpack and crowbar in the public locker, Lu Han registered, and sat on the hospital bench waiting for the doctor to call him.

"Master, it's not good for you to do this. Smoking is prohibited in the hospital."

Lu Bian saw that the old man sitting next to him was holding a homemade cigarette in his hand, lit tremblingly, and he quickly pressed it out with his fingers.

The old man glanced at Lu Bian, his eyes were empty and absent-minded, and the dark red blood vessels were throbbing under his pale skin.

Lu Bian noticed that a mother with a silent child not far away looked at him in horror, and turned the child's head over to prevent him from looking at Lu Bian, he smiled.

"Please Lu Kian to the second clinic, please Lu Kian to the second clinic."

Hearing his name, Lu Bian adjusted his clothes and came to the clinic.

Opposite is a male doctor in a white coat, about forty years old, wearing a frameless square mirror, looking very kind.

"Hello, my surname is Hao, you can call me Dr. Hao."

He introduced himself and shook hands with Lu Bian.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable or emotional?"

Dr. Hao held a recording board and a pen in his hand, and put the medical record book that Lu Jian had just received by his hand, and asked in a soft tone.

Hearing Doctor Hao's words, Lu Bian thought for a moment before speaking quietly.

"I think I might be crazy."

"?"

Doctor Hao was taken aback.

He looked up and down the landing trip, and adjusted his glasses.

"You mean, you think there's something wrong with your spirit?"

"Correct."

Lu Bing nodded.

"Any symptoms?"

Dr. Hao has been treating diseases for so many years and has seen all kinds of mentally ill patients.

There are those who become depressed because of practicing the knife skills seen on the Internet, there are big bosses who always feel that there are people who make trouble for them, and there are "killers" who use a potted plant as a friend and wear sunglasses at night.

After most of the mentally ill patients sit down, when facing Dr. Hao's inquiry, the first sentence is usually: I am not sick.

It's quite rare to say "I'm crazy" like Lu Bian.

Of course, it's not completely absent.

For example, there was a child from a wealthy family who was repeatedly crushed after hitting and killing someone with a car. Finally, he called the psychiatrist and strongly demanded that he be identified as mentally ill to get rid of the crime. Of course, Dr. Hao was truthful and saw him being sent to prison.

"I have encountered ghosts one after another recently. They want to kill me and torture me. I also saw monsters in the starry sky. As long as they open their eyes, human beings will perish."

Facing the doctor's question, Lu Bian told the truth.

"ghost?"

Dr. Hao wrote a few words on his scoreboard while patiently asked the words.

Delusional disorder, ghost direction.

"Yes, there are at least two ghosts in my house."

Lu Bian nodded.