Chapter 287
Leaving the club full of mental retardation, Li Zitao breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the sound of running feet behind him.
"Who are you? Let go of Mary, come on --" the man rushed over with his eyes collapsed and his head was straight and thin.
"Howard, don't." Xu man quickly wants to stop, he has raised his fist to hit Li Zitao's cheek.
Leaning sideways, he pulls Xu man behind him, and Li Zitao calmly extends his right foot.
With all his strength, Howard couldn't hold back his strength. He was rushed forward by the inertial belt, and Li Zitao lost his balance when his right foot reached out.
Bang!
Standard dog eat shit, Howard was lying on the ground for half a day and couldn't get up.
He was not a strong man. Just now he saw a stranger holding Mary as if he was going to hurt her. He was in a hurry.
"Is he Howard Lovecraft?" Li Zitao looks at the man on the ground strangely.
If you remember correctly, his future after his death will be affectionately called "master of Arts and crafts."
The framework given by him and various stories constructed by later masters make the myth of kesulu the foundation of modern western horror fantasy.
On this basis, a large number of horror novelists, fantasists, keep adding more settings and rich content for it.
Until ksulu became a huge system of unlimited tolerance and extension.
Li Zitao didn't know a lot about the story of the master craftsman and the myth of kesulu. It was probably a word.
There are two things that I remember most clearly:
first, the founder's life was miserable, he was poor, he died young, and he died of depression -
secondly, the myth of kesulu, the most classic of which is the despair that people can't escape and the subversion of the inherent form of God.
Before the myth of ksulu, no matter what gods and how powerful they were, they always appeared in the form of human beings in words and records.
They are tall and great, holding everything in the world, but they are full of tolerance and love for human beings and guide them to the bright future.
Different from kesulu, the ancient and powerful existence in the universe holds the omniscient omnipotence of everything in the universe.
There are all kinds of nameless and unimaginable terror. They have no good or evil. Human beings are like mole ants in their eyes. It is no burden to kill them.
It's like there will never be a human being who will notice that ants are accidentally trampled to death.
In other novels, the protagonist's image is positive. No matter how difficult, struggling and torturing, the protagonist will eventually trample the enemy under his feet.
Whether it's a demon, a God, or something.
Love craftsman is different. In his setting, human beings are weak dregs, and even the strength to see kesulu doesn't exist.
Either they are dead when they can't feel it, or at the moment when they see it coming, they fall into madness and become mentally retarded.
The universe contains infinite malice to human beings. Weak slag like human beings can only shiver in fear and despair, waiting for the arrival of death.
How can such a story challenging the mainstream ideas of the society be recognized? Even if he wants to publish it in the third rate tabloids for free, people dislike taking up space.
"If you can change it into the story of the Yellow child, I'd be happy to help you with that." This is a reply from an editor of a pornographic newspaper.
Think of a group of ferocious and terrifying people with squid whiskers and a hundred meters at a time. A few Nebula sized guys turn into yellow children -
"this editor has a clear brain hole and is a talent!" Sitting in his hotel room, Li said, looking at Howard, who was covering his face with ice.
"They don't know what's in the universe. The garbage that always praises the power of human beings and the greatness of gods is disgusting."
Speaking of his works, Howard waved his hand with some excitement, showing that "except me, the writers of horror novels are all rubbish.".
"I've read your manuscript. It's so sloppy. Do I have an idea to listen to?" Li Zitao leaned back and said with the manuscript.
After looking at it, he found that there was no system, no good or evil, and he was still in the initial stage of kesulu, with extremely low readability.
Boring words, constantly emphasizing terror, despair, suffocation.
The indescribable mysterious existence hidden in the dark fog is a kind of hidden dark feeling when he read it after experiencing the information explosion network era.
The key is that in this era, people do not have such a rich imagination, for them, the devil is the most terrifying existence.
It retains human form, limbs, head, but has more horns and tail.
Like a frog in a well, how can you expect a frog sitting in a well to imagine how vast the sky is outside?
If he had not met Howard, Li could not remember to go to him.
But fate sent him in front of him, and Li Zi Tao felt that he should give him some help.
Especially after Howard transformed his canary into a more attractive little wildcat.Whether it's the way she plays, the way she dresses, or the changes in the club, it's under Howard's guidance.
She thought it would be very difficult, but Xu man showed that she was very skillful. After years of experience, the scars left in her heart,
turned into anger after meeting Howard, and the hidden darkness in her heart opened a gap, just like an open Pandora's box.
Li Zitao does not remember clearly the system of kesulu. Only the old dominator is most familiar with it.
But he didn't comment on the details. Instead, he gave him a space to imagine.
"The infinite universe, endless, gods, evil gods, good and evil camp, for some special or secret reasons, are in the hostility,
attitude towards human beings remains unchanged, but each work must have prominent points, and human beings that can not be related to it are the end of death."
Heart tired, meet gram system will die light, how does this let a person see?
It's still OK until the 1960s, but now it's a dead end. "The war between evil gods and gods, a small ant lucky to escape from heaven,
even if it's such a setting, someone must live and see them with their own eyes, and then be erased by the rules, or tampered with. Everything is fine."
Li Zitao said that it was a good start for Howard to try to describe from the initial resistance.
In autumn, the pale moon hung over the tomb, casting a long and terrible shadow. A group of strange bats flew by and circled against the moon. The ancient church full of ancient vines stood under the lead gray sky -
the object stretched out into the sky like a strange giant finger, and the phosphorescent insects flickered under the purple clothes in the corner like ghost fire -
I saw that the indescribable thing, which was magnificent, terrible, and could never be imagined, could not be explained by the tiny cognition of human beings. It was -
it left, a gust of wind blew, and the fog dispersed. I would like to tell the world what I saw, the road is ahead, and I ran forward vigorously.
"Well? Why should I run? It seems that I have lost something important -- "
put down the revised paper manuscript. Li Zitao looked at him and said," you should go to Hollywood immediately, Howard. We are going to be rich. "
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"Who are you? Let go of Mary, come on --" the man rushed over with his eyes collapsed and his head was straight and thin.
"Howard, don't." Xu man quickly wants to stop, he has raised his fist to hit Li Zitao's cheek.
Leaning sideways, he pulls Xu man behind him, and Li Zitao calmly extends his right foot.
With all his strength, Howard couldn't hold back his strength. He was rushed forward by the inertial belt, and Li Zitao lost his balance when his right foot reached out.
Bang!
Standard dog eat shit, Howard was lying on the ground for half a day and couldn't get up.
He was not a strong man. Just now he saw a stranger holding Mary as if he was going to hurt her. He was in a hurry.
"Is he Howard Lovecraft?" Li Zitao looks at the man on the ground strangely.
If you remember correctly, his future after his death will be affectionately called "master of Arts and crafts."
The framework given by him and various stories constructed by later masters make the myth of kesulu the foundation of modern western horror fantasy.
On this basis, a large number of horror novelists, fantasists, keep adding more settings and rich content for it.
Until ksulu became a huge system of unlimited tolerance and extension.
Li Zitao didn't know a lot about the story of the master craftsman and the myth of kesulu. It was probably a word.
There are two things that I remember most clearly:
first, the founder's life was miserable, he was poor, he died young, and he died of depression -
secondly, the myth of kesulu, the most classic of which is the despair that people can't escape and the subversion of the inherent form of God.
Before the myth of ksulu, no matter what gods and how powerful they were, they always appeared in the form of human beings in words and records.
They are tall and great, holding everything in the world, but they are full of tolerance and love for human beings and guide them to the bright future.
Different from kesulu, the ancient and powerful existence in the universe holds the omniscient omnipotence of everything in the universe.
There are all kinds of nameless and unimaginable terror. They have no good or evil. Human beings are like mole ants in their eyes. It is no burden to kill them.
It's like there will never be a human being who will notice that ants are accidentally trampled to death.
In other novels, the protagonist's image is positive. No matter how difficult, struggling and torturing, the protagonist will eventually trample the enemy under his feet.
Whether it's a demon, a God, or something.
Love craftsman is different. In his setting, human beings are weak dregs, and even the strength to see kesulu doesn't exist.
Either they are dead when they can't feel it, or at the moment when they see it coming, they fall into madness and become mentally retarded.
The universe contains infinite malice to human beings. Weak slag like human beings can only shiver in fear and despair, waiting for the arrival of death.
How can such a story challenging the mainstream ideas of the society be recognized? Even if he wants to publish it in the third rate tabloids for free, people dislike taking up space.
"If you can change it into the story of the Yellow child, I'd be happy to help you with that." This is a reply from an editor of a pornographic newspaper.
Think of a group of ferocious and terrifying people with squid whiskers and a hundred meters at a time. A few Nebula sized guys turn into yellow children -
"this editor has a clear brain hole and is a talent!" Sitting in his hotel room, Li said, looking at Howard, who was covering his face with ice.
"They don't know what's in the universe. The garbage that always praises the power of human beings and the greatness of gods is disgusting."
Speaking of his works, Howard waved his hand with some excitement, showing that "except me, the writers of horror novels are all rubbish.".
"I've read your manuscript. It's so sloppy. Do I have an idea to listen to?" Li Zitao leaned back and said with the manuscript.
After looking at it, he found that there was no system, no good or evil, and he was still in the initial stage of kesulu, with extremely low readability.
Boring words, constantly emphasizing terror, despair, suffocation.
The indescribable mysterious existence hidden in the dark fog is a kind of hidden dark feeling when he read it after experiencing the information explosion network era.
The key is that in this era, people do not have such a rich imagination, for them, the devil is the most terrifying existence.
It retains human form, limbs, head, but has more horns and tail.
Like a frog in a well, how can you expect a frog sitting in a well to imagine how vast the sky is outside?
If he had not met Howard, Li could not remember to go to him.
But fate sent him in front of him, and Li Zi Tao felt that he should give him some help.
Especially after Howard transformed his canary into a more attractive little wildcat.Whether it's the way she plays, the way she dresses, or the changes in the club, it's under Howard's guidance.
She thought it would be very difficult, but Xu man showed that she was very skillful. After years of experience, the scars left in her heart,
turned into anger after meeting Howard, and the hidden darkness in her heart opened a gap, just like an open Pandora's box.
Li Zitao does not remember clearly the system of kesulu. Only the old dominator is most familiar with it.
But he didn't comment on the details. Instead, he gave him a space to imagine.
"The infinite universe, endless, gods, evil gods, good and evil camp, for some special or secret reasons, are in the hostility,
attitude towards human beings remains unchanged, but each work must have prominent points, and human beings that can not be related to it are the end of death."
Heart tired, meet gram system will die light, how does this let a person see?
It's still OK until the 1960s, but now it's a dead end. "The war between evil gods and gods, a small ant lucky to escape from heaven,
even if it's such a setting, someone must live and see them with their own eyes, and then be erased by the rules, or tampered with. Everything is fine."
Li Zitao said that it was a good start for Howard to try to describe from the initial resistance.
In autumn, the pale moon hung over the tomb, casting a long and terrible shadow. A group of strange bats flew by and circled against the moon. The ancient church full of ancient vines stood under the lead gray sky -
the object stretched out into the sky like a strange giant finger, and the phosphorescent insects flickered under the purple clothes in the corner like ghost fire -
I saw that the indescribable thing, which was magnificent, terrible, and could never be imagined, could not be explained by the tiny cognition of human beings. It was -
it left, a gust of wind blew, and the fog dispersed. I would like to tell the world what I saw, the road is ahead, and I ran forward vigorously.
"Well? Why should I run? It seems that I have lost something important -- "
put down the revised paper manuscript. Li Zitao looked at him and said," you should go to Hollywood immediately, Howard. We are going to be rich. "
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