The devil that had controlled Yang Dong had been completely imprisoned by a Mythical big shot. In order to know how the creator's death would affect the creator's fantasy creature, many Mythical creatures had planned to kill Yang Dong.
However, in the end, they decided to give Yang Dong some face and wait on Earth for decades until Yang Dong died of old age.
After all, decades were nothing to them.
However, what should they do during these decades?
Most Mythical creatures chose to travel through the stars. They did not give up on exploring the truth of this world. The one leading the way was the Dao Lord. The Dao Lord had once said that even if this world was a comic world or a movie world, he would transcend it again.
They left to explore the mysteries of this world. After Yang Dong died of old age a few decades later, they would return to Earth to confirm the relationship between the creator and the fantasy creature.
Only Wei Huo, Lu Qiqi, Chen Xuanyue, the Snake God, and Xiao Cheng stayed behind. There was only one reason for them to stay: to ensure that Zhang Zhiwen would not die due to an accident or some other reason.
However, Wei Huo and the others did not follow Zhang Zhiwen all day. Their mental strength had gradually enveloped the planet, so it did not matter even if they did not follow Zhang Zhiwen. As long as there was life, Wei Huo and the others' mental strength could touch it.
Zhang Zhiwen had modified his genes with Wei Huo's help. This allowed him to have a longer lifespan than ordinary people, greater strength, and … his previous intelligence.
Zhang Zhiwen had completely turned into a small superman. However, he had not become a superhero. He had devoted himself to the film industry and started a life of self-writing and self-acting.
Zhang Zhiwen's "self-acting" referred to him playing all the roles in the movie alone. This was what "Zhang Zhiwen's self-acting" meant.
How could he do it? It was very simple. Wei Huo had built a bridge between reality and illusion in his mind, so fantasy creatures could run out of the illusory world. Similarly, real creatures could also run into the illusory world.
That was what Zhang Zhiwen did. However, he could not enter his fantasy world himself. He could only throw living creatures or objects into his fantasy world.
Moreover, he could change his fantasy world at will. In this case, as long as he threw a camera into his brain, he could take pictures of all the scenes and stories he imagined. Then, he could take out the camera and make a movie out of those pictures.
However, it was a pity that his fantasy world no longer had the River of Time and the River of Destiny because he wanted to build a bridge between reality and illusion. Therefore, no fantasy creatures could be born in that fantasy world. Although he could control that fantasy world and create scenes, realistic dolls, and very real animals in that world, those were lifeless and soulless objects. As long as he stopped imagining, those things that he created would all disappear.
They could also throw cats, dogs, and even humans into Zhang Zhiwen's imagination. This was indeed a puzzling thing. Where was the boundary between the virtual and the real? Why could one freely transform between the virtual and the real after building this bridge? Zhang Zhiwen's eyes widened. His eyes widened. His eyes widened, and his eyes widened. Wei Huo and the others were quite interested in his movie, as they could study the mystery of the Creator's soul.
No one could understand.
Zhang Zhiwen started filming his own movie. Wei Huo and the others would occasionally help him.
When the movie was completed, Zhang Zhiwen bragged. "The characteristics of my movie are definitely unprecedented. It's definitely the best in the world."
Wei Huo asked, "Isn't the most important thing about a movie the actors' acting skills?"
Zhang Zhiwen was speechless.
What kind of truth are you spouting?
The acting skills of the actors in Zhang Zhiwen's movie were completely out of line. After all, the actors were just products of his imagination. The actors' acting skills were stiff, and their lines were awkward. They did not feel like they were watching a movie at all.
However, there were also outstanding parts in the movie. Wei Huo and the others had made cameo appearances in the movie. The feeling of age they exuded was something no actor could achieve. They stood there like an eternal monument. No one could film such a scene. Wei Huo and the others looked at each other. Wei Huo and the others looked at each other.
Wei Huo suggested, "If you want to take this path, you need to learn."
Zhang Zhiwen's method of using his imagination to film was very novel, and the special effects could definitely beat the world. However, he was not a director, a screenwriter, or an actor.
A director who did not know how to write a script was not a good actor. Zhang Zhiwen still had a long way to go.
Fortunately, he had a lot of time. Just as Zhang Zhiwen was working hard on this, two foreigners flew all the way from the M Nation and found him.
The two foreigners were a man and a woman. They were about 27 or 28 years old. They were wearing black suits and sunglasses, and they walked with the wind. As they walked through the lively street, people could not help but stop and watch. The old man selling fried dough sticks and soy milk even forgot to shout.
It was worth mentioning that Zhang Zhiwen lived in an old neighborhood. The streets were very narrow, and many people usually set up stalls to sell fruits, fried potatoes, soy milk, and fried dough sticks in the morning and tofu in the evening.
This was a food street. Usually, most people who came there were old men and women. Now that two men in black had arrived, everyone's eyes were on them.
The two of them were wearing sunglasses, and their faces were expressionless. They walked into the neighborhood with familiarity, circled around a few times, and came out again.
At that moment, they finally could not hold it in any longer, and sweat appeared on their foreheads. The woman in black asked in English, "Are we back at the door?"
The man in black's eyebrows twitched as he said, "Could it be a Taoist array from Country Z? Was it set up by the person we're looking for? "
Wei Huo and the others discovered the two of them as soon as they entered. Zhang Zhiwen asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Did you set up an array in the neighborhood? "
Wei Huo said, "No, I don't know anything about arrays."
The others shook their heads. "No, there's no need."
Zhang Zhiwen was speechless.
That meant that the two of them were lost!
Zhang Zhiwen asked, "Are you sure you're here for me?"
Wei Huo said, "Their intentions are very dreamy, and their thoughts are very clear … Yes, they seem to be special agents from Country M."
Zhang Zhiwen got nervous. "No way. I don't remember doing anything out of line. Did I get discovered just like that?" After a while, the two special agents from Country M were still wandering around the neighborhood.
After a while, the two special agents from the M Nation were still wandering around the neighborhood. It was no wonder. After all, the roads in this neighborhood were too complicated. The buildings here were basically the same, and the style was almost the same. Most importantly, the network signal here was not very good. Any intelligent navigation system would not work here. On the map, it was a right-angled trapezoid with the words "Chunhui XX District" written in the middle. There was no internal road map at all.
The two special agents from Country M were sweating profusely. The more they believed that they had entered a Taoist array, the more they could not find the right path. At that moment, the complexity of the road was no longer the main reason. The main reason was that they had given themselves hints.
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