American Legendary Life

Leaving the club full of intellectual disabilities, Li Zitao was relieved, just want to speak behind the running footsteps.

"Who are you, let go of Mary, come soon--" The eyes collapsed, the head was tall, and the thin man rushed over like a stalk.

"Howard, don't." Xu Man hurriedly tried to stop, and he had raised his fist and smashed it against Li Zitao's cheek.

Leaning sideways and pulling Xu Man behind, Li Zitao stretched out his right foot calmly.

Howard, who tried his utmost, could not hold back his strength, and was rushed forward by the inertial belt. Li Zitao's right foot stretched out of his foot lost his balance.

Snapped!

The standard dog eats shit, and Howard is lying on the ground for a long time without getting up.

He was not a strong man. He saw a stranger pulling Mary just now, as if to hurt her, but he rushed up in a hurry.

"He is Howard Lovecraft?" Li Zitao looked at the man on the ground with a strange look.

If you remember correctly, his future after death will be affectionately called ‘love craftsman’ by fans. ’

The framework given by him, and the various stories constructed by the masters of later generations in this framework, make the Cthulhu myth become the basis of modern Western horror fantasy.

On this basis, many horror novelists and visionaries continue to add more settings and rich content to it.

Until Cthulhu became a huge system of unlimited tolerance and extension.

Li Zitao doesn't know much about the stories of love craftsmen and the Cthulhu mythology, which is probably a word.

The two things that I remember most clearly are:

First, the founder's life is very bleak, poor and down, early death in English, and depression-

Secondly, the Cthulhu myth, the most classic is the despair that makes people unable to escape and the subversion of the inherent form of God.

Before the Cthulhu mythology, no matter how powerful the gods were, they always appeared in words and records in human form.

They are tall and magnificent, they control everything in the world, but they are full of tolerance and care for human beings, and guide them to light.

Cthulhu is different. The ancient and powerful existence in the universe controls all the omniscience and omnipotence of the universe.

All kinds of indescribable and unimaginable horrors exist, they have no good and evil, humans are like ants in their eyes, and killing them has no burden for them.

Just like there will never be humans, you will notice ants that were accidentally trampled to death.

In other novels, the image of the protagonist is positive, no matter how difficult it is to experience, struggle, torture, and eventually will step on the enemy.

It doesn't matter if it is a demon, a deity, or something.

The master of love craftsmanship is different. In his setting, human beings are weak, and even the strength of seeing Cthulhu does not exist.

Either he died without feeling, or he instantly fell into madness and became mentally retarded when he saw it coming.

The universe contains infinite maliciousness towards human beings. Weak humans can only tremble in fear and despair, waiting for death to come.

How could such a story challenging the mainstream thoughts of society be recognized, even if he wanted to publish it in the third-rate tabloid for free, everyone would still take up the place.

"If you can replace it with the story of the yellow child, I will be happy to help you." This is an answer given to him by a yellow newspaper editor.

Imagine a group of terrible and terrible, with squid whiskers, a hundred meters without moving, a few nebula-sized guys, turned into yellow children-

"This editor's brain is strange, it's a personal talent!" Li Zitao said, sitting in the hotel room, looking at Howard who was applying ice on his face.

"They don't know what is in the universe at all. The garbage that always praises the strength of mankind and the gods is really disgusting."

Speaking of his work, Howard waved his hand in excitement, a performance of "All but me, writing horror novels is garbage".

"I read your manuscript. It's too sloppy. Do I have an idea to listen?" Li Zitao leaned back and said, holding the manuscript.

After reviewing it, he found that there is no system, no good and evil, and he is still in the grass-roots of Cthulhu, and the readability is very low.

The dull wording is constantly emphasizing terror, despair and suffocation.

The indescribable and mysterious existence hidden in the dark fog reads through the Internet Age of Information Explosion. After joining the imagination, there is a hidden sense of darkness.

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 maintains its human form, limbs, head, but with more horns and tail.

Just like a frog at the bottom of a well, how can you expect a frog sitting in a well to imagine how vast the sky is outside?

If he did not meet Howard, Li Zitao could not remember to find him.

But fate brought him to the front, Li Zitao felt he should give him some help.

Especially after Howard changed his canary into a more attractive little wild cat.

Whether it's her appearance, dressing up, or the club's changes, are all guided by Howard.

I thought it would be difficult, but Xu Man showed ease of action. These years of experience have left scars in her heart,

When he encountered Howard, he turned into anger, and the darkness lurking inside opened a gap, just like an open Pandora's Box.

For the Cthulhu system, Li Zitao doesn't remember clearly~www.readwn.com~ The oldest dominators are the most familiar.

But he did not give his opinions on the details, but directly gave him an imagination.

"The infinite universe, the infinity, the gods, the evil spirits, the good and evil camps, are hostile for some special or secret reason,

The attitude towards human beings remains the same, but there must be outstanding points in each work, and human beings that cannot be related to them are the end of death. "

Tired, when you encounter the restraint, you will die, what do you think?

It’s okay to put it back in the 1960s, and now it’s totally a dead end. "The war between evil gods and gods, a little ant lucky enough to escape to heaven,

Even such settings are fine, but someone must be alive and have seen them with their own eyes, and then they are erased from the memory by the rules, or tampered with. "

Li Zitao said with all his might, Howard's initial resistance, and now he tried to describe it, was a good start.

The pale white moon in autumn hangs over the grave, projecting an extended horror shadow, strangely shaped--

A large group of weird bats flew by, turning against the moon, and the ancient church full of ancient vines stood under a lead-gray sky--

The object stretched out into the sky like a weird giant finger, and the phosphorescent insect flickered like a ghost under the purple shirt in the corner-

I saw that the indescribable thing, the great shore, the terrible, could never be imagined, and could not be explained by human small cognition, it was--

It left, a gust of wind blew through, and the mist dispersed. I wanted to tell the world what I saw. The road was ahead, and I ran forward.

"Well? Why should I run, as if to lose something important--"

Putting down the revised manuscript, Li Zitao looked at him and said, "You should go to Hollywood immediately, Howard, we are about to get rich."