I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

In a basement somewhere in the county, the black figure suddenly felt that something was looking at him.

It subconsciously looked behind itself.

But there was nothing there, just an empty wall.

It is not an evil spirit, and there is nothing that must be done. It is just that it still cannot let go here.

There are some old, abandoned radio equipment in this room that have no energy to operate them.

Its will has not yet died, and when it was still a human being, it liked to tinker with private radio stations.

At that time, the authorities were not strict about these controls. As long as you carefully selected a hidden frequency band, you could play it yourself and connect it to another station somewhere far away.

At that time, television was still one of the "three major items" along with bicycles and sewing machines. Very few people could own it. Most people would be pretty good if they could get a radio. That was the era when radio stations were most developed. To this day, Many people who came from that era were still used to holding a dry-cell radio in their hands and listening to the programs played on it while walking.

It was also one of them, but it died with hatred due to some unexplained accidents, and was contaminated by something hidden underground in this quaint town, turning it into a weird thing.

What it does on a daily basis is not a big deal. It just uses its own power to influence the radios in the county and play some popular content in its era.

However, nowadays, except for people who drive and often listen to the radio, other people rarely come into contact with this radio. And there are few cars in this rundown town, so fewer and fewer people are aware of it.

Qi Lin was able to find it on the Internet only because someone drove late at night and passed by this county before. He heard the scary broadcast and almost got into a car accident and hit a tree.

It's strange today. It feels like there's always a sense of unhappiness, as if the flow of the airwaves is changing.

For some reason, it had a strong premonition that if it continued, something bad would happen.

Just as it was preparing to end tonight's broadcast early and hide, it felt that someone was watching it from behind.

But even this room has been buried deep down, and no living person can enter.

Thinking this, it turned around.

A face faced it.

"Hey, I found you."

The other party said.

The next moment, it was suddenly startled, and its body made of black mist couldn't help but tremble, and a huge sense of crisis enveloped it.

Will die, absolutely will die.

No, he was already dead. This is something more terrifying than death.

It immediately wanted to escape and follow the signal, but unexpectedly, the man stretched out his hand and tried to catch him.

How can one grasp the incorporeal weirdness?

However, it watched helplessly as the man's hand passed through the narrow space, stretched out and grabbed itself.

Caught myself.

"I have something to discuss with you."

The other party said very sincerely.

It doesn't understand.

Is this really human?

Or is it some kind of monster in human skin?

It once listened to the voices from the ground. In the depths of this land, some kind of eternal call is awakening the evil that has been dormant for a long time.

For a few moments, it even felt that the man in front of it was the essence of that indescribable great existence.

Got caught.

It was unable to move, like a sparrow being stared at by a wild cat. The instinctive trembling made it unable to move.

"I want to lend it to you for a while. Then we can write a script and do one. What do you think?"

Qi Lin felt that his proposal was perfect.

If he can complete the task, the other party can go to a new world, and this county will also have a peaceful night.

A world where everyone can be happy has just been achieved.

It felt terrified. It was difficult for it to understand the meaning of Qi Lin's words. There was only a sense of urgency like a ray on its back and a lump in its throat, as if it would be torn apart by the opponent's hands in the next moment.

"If you don't speak, does that mean you agree?"

Qi Lin raised the corners of his mouth.

"■■■■■"

It understood this time. It struggled hard and wanted to refuse, but it no longer knew human language.

Countless black mist filled the air and penetrated into those devices, emitting a miserable and tragic sound that was intertwined with various broadcasts.

"......don't want......"

"......let me go......"

"......reject......"

Hearing this, Qi Lin frowned.

After all, he is not a devil, so how could he do things against the wishes of others.

"I see."

Qi Lin nodded.

The weirdness seemed to relax a little, and the originally billowing black mist relaxed.

Then, Qi Lin swung his fist and smashed all the equipment in the room.

"Okay, I know you can't worry about these things. Now they have gone to another world. You don't have to worry. When the time comes, you will go on the road together and you will have company."

"■■■■■?"

The black mist seemed to have turned into the shape of a question mark.

In an instant, it felt the space around it change, and it came to the surface.

The moonlight was cold and there was no one on the street.

Qi Lin took out an empty jar from somewhere, grabbed the black mist and stuffed it inside. Soon, he stuffed all this weird stuff into the jar.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of physical restraint is absolutely impossible to block the weirdness, but when it tried to escape, it found that the glass jar was like an urn, difficult to break through.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine after a little sleep."

Qi Lin patted the jar gently.

When he returned to the guest house, the man at the front desk had fallen asleep on the chair. Qi Lin was careful not to wake him up and returned to his room.

The next day, Qi Lin bought the earliest train home.

At the same time, he also called the home of a wealthy businessman whom he had helped before and asked them to pay and rent the school street in the name of shooting advertisements. In two days, he made it look like what Qi Lin was familiar with in the past.

Three days later, in the evening.

After the curious students outside had become accustomed to this scene, Qi Lin came here.

He looked at the time and waited for midnight to fall.

At eleven o'clock, Qi Lin decided to let this weird thing out for a breath of air, so as not to look like a sick man and the system determined that it was unsuccessful.

As soon as he opened the glass jar, the black mist immediately fled into the distance, trying to escape Qi Lin's control.

But when the black mist tried to leave the street, it discovered that there seemed to be an invisible barrier outside, blocking its progress.

Out of the small bottle and into a bigger bottle.

At this time, it remembered that there was another guy here.

It turned around and saw Qi Lin sitting on the nursery fence on one side of the alley, looking boredly.

"Get familiar with it and we'll start right away."

Qi Lin showed a kind smile.