Kapitel 128: 127. Art can be down-to-earth_1

If Xu Duchong thought watching a movie was too terrifying, then the opening of the Poem Festival completely convinced him that ordinary folks really couldn't organize such an eerie event.

In the past, when Xu Duchong watched those horror games and movies, at most he saw things like zombies, ghosts, blood splattering everywhere, and chilly breeze gusting—those gave a strong visual impact.

But now, on his computer screen, those monsters dancing to what seemed like sad music from Yellow Springs, those human-shaped things contorting into inhuman postures, Xu Duchong felt a different kind of terror.

It was the horror of normal things inching towards destruction, and the helplessness of knowing the outcome but not being able to do anything about it.

Like being hit by a car while walking down the road doesn't sound too terrifying because one moment you're alive, and the next, everything's over.