Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
With the help of the memory retrieval capsule, Fang Yuan quickly wrote the beginning of the first chapter of “The Lost Tomb”.
The ink flowed down the iridium tip of his fountain pen as his beautiful cursive words appeared on paper.
“As an international student, your handwriting is pretty good.”
Sakazaka Rion was chattering on the side while she read the words Fang Yuan just wrote. As a scriptwriter, her style of working was different from that of novelists. Scriptwriters usually wrote as a group, so it was rare for them to sit alone in the study like novelists.
Sometimes while writing their lines, they had to look from the perspective of the characters and read the sentence out loud.
Scriptwriters were often the best actors at a table read.
Thus, Rion was rambling on and wanted to tell some nonsensical stories.
Rion did not believe that someone could write a novel just by sitting at a desk without getting writer’s block for a few hours.
Some people could not even finish writing before the deadline to submit the manuscript.
Being able to write at will as soon as one held a pen was nothing more than an urban legend.
However, Fang Yuan demonstrated this ability to Rion at made her realize that this urban legend was true.
From the moment the tip of his pen touched the paper, Fang Yuan’s hand never stopped.
A story that carried the essence of Chinese classic folklore was spewed out on the blank pages of a notebook.
“50 years ago at Sand City’s Dart Ridge.
Four rugged men were squatting on top of a mound. No one said a word as they stared at the shovel on the ground. The head of the shovel had aged soil on it because they were digging an old grave, but the strange thing was that the soil was constantly oozing a bright red liquid, as if it had just been dipped in blood.
‘Great! Now we’re f*cked…’ The old chain-smoker threw his tobacco pipe on the ground. ‘There’s a bloody corpse down there! Let’s get the hell outta here lest we get buried with it!'”
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Rion had only read a few lines, but she was deeply engrossed in this story. How could she not be attracted to the plot?
A group of tomb robbers had just dug up a dead person’s grave, but blood was oozing from the shovel.
This was less than 200 words, but this scene written on paper was evidently impactful.
‘Wow! I can really visualize it!’ This was Sakazaka Rion’s first thought.
As a scriptwriter, the manuscripts Rion created would eventually have to be presented to the audience in the form of film and television.
To them, the most important thing was imagery.
Without imagery, it would be impossible to convince the director, let alone an audience.
The beginning of “The Lost Tomb” truly gave Rion the feeling that she traveled through time and space to that grave in Sand City fifty years ago. She could see this ominous scene and was instantly baffled.
‘Who are these people? Why did they want to rob the tomb? Since it was a corpse lying in the grave, why would it bleed? Most importantly, what was buried underground that they just dug up?’ Rion thought and finally stopped talking.
This story was so enticing that she did not dare to interrupt Fang Yuan’s train of thought. She was afraid that she would break his concentration and ruin his inspiration, which would make it impossible for the story to be presented in the best form.
In the film industry, Sakazaka Rion could already see the value of this work if Fang Yuan were to sell it.
Fang Yuan’s work was definitely fresh blood to the American horror scene.
If such a good story was ruined, Rion would never forgive herself for all eternity.
Thus, Fang Yuan sat at the desk and wrote while Rion stood by his side and watched him in silence.
The story progressed very quickly.
Out of the four grave robbers, only one person survived because they stole something that should not have surfaced on Earth.
In chapter two of the book, time jumped to 50 years later.
The scene was at an antiques market.
The protagonist of the book was a young man named Wu Xie.
On that day, he had an unexpected guest, which connected his fate to his grandfather’s experience 50 years ago.
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When Fang Yuan finished the first half of “The Lost Tomb”, the story had developed to the point where Wu Xie was about to embark on a tomb robbery journey with his third uncle.
The novel came to an abrupt end.
It was mainly because Fang Yuan was exhausted.
He did not stop writing from the morning until it was almost dinner time.
Even with the body strengthening supplement, Fang Yuan felt a little tired.
He turned to look at Rion.
She was still standing next to him seemingly in deep thought. When Rion read his work, she was already extremely sure that his work would cause huge waves in the United States and even in the entire world.
Rion had actually witnessed the birth of this miracle.
She even had the title of a mentor, what an honor!
Thinking of this, Sakazaka Rion changed her usually frivolous tone and asked in a pious and reverent tone, “Can you tell me the name of this book?”
“It’s called ‘The Lost Tomb’,” said Fang Yuan.
Rion nodded. “Yes, yes! It’s simple and catchy. What a great name! You must write this well. I’m sure Hollywood will love this story!”
She even said that she would contact her network of people in showbiz.
Fang Yuan was not too concerned about this.
After writing for a whole day, he was a little hungry and wanted to have a meal first.
Just as he pushed the door open and left, a hand reached out from the room across the hall and dragged him over to the bed.
There was steak and wine on a tray in bed, coupled with a beautiful woman.
It was Sherry!
“You went out to fool around for a whole day when I wasn’t paying attention, right?” Sherry jumped down from the bed and hit Fang Yuan on the shoulder. “You can’t go out anymore. I’ve already prepared all that you need to continue writing, so you can just stay here and write ‘Candle in the Tomb’!”