Chapter 287 (1/2)

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 -