I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 144 Zhang Cheng Slays the Plague Dragon

“Night Tour Fengdu City”

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This is the data of Ji Zhuo's new book one night after the non-ink novel was released.

After waking up at noon, Ji Zhuo got up from the bed, touched his phone and looked at it.

Ji Zhuo has not seen such clean data for a long time.

It only increased by more than 100 collections in one night. It is said that the collection of non-ink novels has moisture,

But looking at this recommendation, it seems to be similar?

Ji Zhuo felt that he was a little numb to this data,

He can fully accept the first-day increase in this collection and other data.

It would be great if he also rose at this rate in the future, maybe he can really squeeze out the system for a few months.

But even if he doesn't reveal his trumpet's identity in the near future, the biggest difficulty will still come later... when he is recommended.

Thinking of this, Ji Zhuo felt a little drowsy and became more energetic.
Get up from the bed, hold the phone and watch again.

Click on the five new comments and take a look,
In the comment area, except for the first and second, such unnutritious comments as advertising,
There are really two serious comments,
"I've read the book and it's pretty good. The writing style and the story are excellent. The problem is whether the writing is a bit too steady. I feel that the style of writing is not suitable for online novels. I feel that the author is imitating the writing style of a 'dog author'. ? But after all, I’m not a dog author, so it’s easy to rush to write like this.”

Thank you, what a blessing!

Ji Zhuo didn't delete this comment. Although this comment mentioned 'dog author', people who read the comment would just separate him from the dog author.

That's fine.

Further down, Ji Zhuo looked at the last comment,

"I've finished reading the six chapters. It's very interesting. I feel that the author's description of the underworld is very good. In addition, I disagree with the above statement. What's the matter, if you are not a dog author, you can't write this style of novel? You dog author is the best in the world? Hey , I have a bad temper!"

Looking at this comment, Ji Zhuo fell into deep thought,
It seems that there is no big problem.

What's the matter, you are allowed to write by the dog author, but I am not allowed to write by "Big Brother 123"?

If your dog author writes a book that is biased toward publishing, I, 'Big Brother 123', can't write it well!
joke!

Ji Zhuo now supports 'Big Brother 123'.

Ok……

After reading these comments,

Ji Zhuo then glanced at the only tipper,
It's a reward from someone who is not familiar with the name, it should simply like this book,
Also, the reader who deleted that comment yesterday,
It didn't appear in the comment area again. Obviously, I left messages everywhere by myself, and I forgot long ago.

Turn off the background of the writer,

Look at the reader group and the author group again.

There are still people in the reader group who are rereading it, and so are the author group.

Nothing special, very peaceful.

Well...everything is fine,
Just fine.

Ji Zhuo nodded in satisfaction, put away his phone, and started to wash.

……

"...Uncle Yu, I will put the signed book of "The Bird in the Cage" on the far left of the second row of the bookshelf for you."

"Um……"

The old man is wearing half earphones, sitting on the seat,

The sunlight just outside the window fell on half of his body,
The nurse next to him put the "Bird in a Cage" that he had just taken out back on the bookshelf.

The second row of the bookshelf is full of Ji Zhuo's books, from "Seven Days of Hell" to "The Shepherd Boy Seeking Immortals" to "The Bird in the Cage".

"...Uncle Yu, I'm listening to novels."

The nurse came back and spoke to the old man,

The old man nodded, paused, and replied,

"...I'm listening to Shepherd Boy Xunxian. Besides the Seven Days of Hell, this is my favorite book."

"...Every time I listen to this fairy tale, I feel like it was when I was young, when my parents were still there, and my grandparents were also... At that time, I was still someone else's grandson, son."

"...In the evening, my parents, grandparents also told me stories...but the stories they told were much scarier."

The old man said and smiled.

The nurse stood by, smiled too, and then responded with a hum.

The old man paused, then raised his head, facing the direction where the warmth of the sun came from.

……

"...Bi Mo, I think you are a little worried, what are you worried about?"

The editor-in-chief wandered out of the office,
I saw pen and ink sitting at the desk, looking at the computer,

There was a little hesitation on his face, as if he couldn't make up his mind.

"Didn't the author publish a book on our website again? I'm thinking about what kind of recommendation for his new book to test the waters."

Bi Mo turned his head, looked at the editor-in-chief of Fei Moxiang's novel, and answered.

At this time, next to him, Yun Xinxin, the inner ghost in Feimo's novel, caught the key word 'that author',
He also looked calm, but secretly pricked up his ears, eavesdropping with concern.

"...Hey, give me a push."

The editor-in-chief laughed, what a big deal.

Although there is no guaranteed recommendation in the contract signed with Ji Zhuo,
But after signing such a generous contract, I am still reluctant to recommend it.

Even Ji Zhuo's own grades are worthy of this recommendation... and the recommendation of non-ink novels is not that valuable.

"...The author told me before, asking me to keep him a secret. He wrote this book under a trumpet, and I hope it will not be exposed for the time being."

"He wants to see the real performance of his new book without the influence of old readers."

The pen and ink were talking and sighed.

That's why he hesitated, it's quite appropriate to send a big push directly,
But in this way, isn't it equivalent to violating the author's subjective wishes?
The editor-in-chief was stunned when he heard what the pen and ink said.

What kind of operation is this? I deliberately don’t want old readers to know when writing a new book.
I want to see my real results... It seems that the subscriptions of old readers are fake.

The support of old readers will make a book have a guaranteed score and enthusiasm in the early stage.

But whether a book can explode or not depends on the quality of the book itself.

Otherwise, even the master platinum writers wouldn't rush?If you want to pounce, you should still pounce.

Hmm... Although Ji Zhuo's criminal record makes his readers more blind,

Regardless of the subject matter, just look blindly.

However, the editor-in-chief still can't understand this operation.
Who would dislike that their grades are too good and the average rate is too high?

But vaguely admiring Ji Zhuo's miraculous operation,
There are a large number of authors who stay in the comfort zone after writing grades by category and type, and eat their money repeatedly.

But Ji Zhuo broke through the limitations of the subject matter time and time again. Although the classification of subject matter became more and more biased, he was still making progress.

This kind of continuous improvement and continuous breaking of limitations and courage is indeed admirable.

Momentarily stunned,
The editor-in-chief had a smile on his face again,
"It's inevitable that people who engage in literary and artistic creation will have a little hobby. Since this author wants to do this, then let's cooperate with him."

"Based on the fact that the book published by his alias is a novice author's recommendation. If the test results are good, then he will make a better recommendation. Just follow the usual practice."

"That's fine."

Pen and ink nodded, and didn't hesitate any longer.

He still believes that the quality of Ji Zhuo's book itself can support the results.

……

Here, the weather in Shanghai is relatively cool today.

Ji Zhuo sat in the study, facing the turned on computer,
Already starting today's codeword.

"Crackling..."

The sun outside the study window is blocked by clouds from time to time, and then drills out from time to time,

The sunlight swaying under the study window disappears from time to time,
Wisps of cool breeze pass through the window, bringing the rustling of branches and leaves in the neighborhood,

Mixed in the continuous sound of keyboard tapping in the study.

on the computer screen,
In the new chapter, words are already emerging.

The plot of "Night Tour in Fengdu City" continued,

In the text,

As I wrote before, the protagonist Zhang Cheng has arrived in the City of Death with the Duke of Land.

During the conversation with the land master, Zhang Cheng noticed a woman next to him who was vomiting pus.

The woman sang an indistinct ballad.

"Lord of the Land, what is she?"

"She's waiting for someone."

Zhang Cheng turned around and asked the land master, and the land master answered.

When the woman heard the sound, she turned her head and asked,

"Young student, have you seen Lu Wang on the way here?"

Zhang Cheng hesitated, turned his head and looked back at the land master first,
Shaking his head at the woman again,

"No... Maybe there is, I didn't ask the names of other people I met."

"He's a strong man, so tall..."

The woman gestured, but pus still gushed out of her mouth as she spoke.

The figure drawn by the woman is probably a head taller than her, and he should be a tall and strong middle-aged man.

"No."

Zhang Cheng did not see it, so he could only shake his head.

The woman turned her head again and asked other passing souls,
It's just that the other dead souls passing by, suffering in pain, and in a daze, how few people answered the woman's words.

"...This is a widow from Qian Village. When she was young, her parents found a husband's family and married her. Not long after that, her husband passed away."

"Ten years later, the parents-in-law she supported have passed away one after another. At that time, when I was helping people in the fields, I met Lu Wang from the neighboring village, and we have met many times since then."

"Women give men clothes they wove by themselves, and men help women with rough work in the fields."

The land master seemed to know what was going on, and told Zhang Cheng,

The woman next to her stopped her movements when she heard the words, and listened obsessively.

"The two love each other so much, so they should get married after that. The widow's parents-in-law have already provided for her, and she has nothing to worry about, so she should be able to remarry. It's just that the parents in the man's house are hesitant that the woman is a widow, and they are afraid of being judged behind their backs. "

"And sure enough, someone in the man's village started talking nonsense, and there was a gossip woman behind her back, saying some pointing words... It's the so-called evil words that are always cold, and the words are as sharp as a sword."

"In the end, the man's house disagreed, and some people in the widow's village said some unpleasant things behind their backs. The man is also a fool. When his parents disagreed, he hesitated to make up his mind."

"The widow couldn't bear the humiliation, and agreed to die in love with the man, so she bought medicine and endured it."

"It's a pity that I grew up with such a big man, but I turned out to be a coward!"

Hearing this, Zhang Cheng was a little angry.

The woman who was listening obsessively by the side did not refute, but pus was rolling in her mouth, and tears rolled out of her eyes, pattering down.

But the land master's words have not finished here,

"The widow drank a bowl of poison and poured it out in the house. First, she came to the city of death in vain, but she didn't see the man she loved for a long time."

"So I stayed in this dead city for a long time, unwilling to reincarnate, and asked everyone if I had seen the man, and sang a vague song or two from time to time."

"It's been more than sixty years now."

After the land master said, the woman remained silent, but her tears were falling.

Hearing this, Zhang Cheng became angry and felt sorry for the woman.

"...Eldest sister, why don't you go to reincarnation, I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for such a person."

"I made an agreement with him that whoever goes to the underworld first will wait here so that he can be his companion in the next life."

The woman just wept, but refused to move.

Zhang Cheng really felt sorry for the woman, so he tried a few more words of persuasion,

But in the end, he was still not persuaded, and in the end he could only follow the land master and go on.

"...Later, in this city of vain death, there are mostly obsessive men and women, stubborn people, some people are not reconciled to the results of the mortal world, waiting for an ending, some people died wronged, and they still have to wait A justice."

"Some people are still not reconciled after waiting for a hundred years. There are always some nobles and great virtues who persuade them when they pass by, but these are not persuasive. You can only wait for the result they want, and the person they are waiting for arrives. , only to be willing to leave.”

At the end of crossing the dead city, the land master said this to Zhang Cheng to comfort him.

All the way out of the dead city.

Along the way, Zhang Cheng also saw many figures lingering in vain death,

There are many entangled grievances, and some died in vain.

Ji Zhuo spent a lot of brushstrokes to describe the scene of the dead souls in the city of vain death.

Most of these dead souls who died in vain suffered here,

The state at the time of death is still not liberated, just suffering day after day, but unwilling to reincarnate,

Willing to bear this pain, but also wait until you want to wait,
Or the truth of being wronged, or a justice, or a person.

The plot is here,
keep going down,
Here comes a new chapter,
The protagonist Zhang Cheng is about to enter Fengdu City across the land master,

But he was stopped outside Fengdu City.

A dark, dragon-shaped soul body lay across Huangquan Road,

spread to both sides,

I saw that the body of this black dragon was full of sores and rotten flesh.
Like corrosive pus dripping on Huangquan Road,

The black dragon's head was lying on the side of Huangquan Road, panting weakly.

This dragon is not big, and it does not avoid the sun on this day as in the legend.

It seemed to be only tens of meters long, and the dragon's head lay on the ground just a little higher than Zhang Cheng.

But Zhang Cheng was really taken aback.

"dragon?"

"...This is an evil dragon, and it is also a plague dragon. Although he is still sick and weak, once he rises, he will lie dead for thousands of miles."

But the land master told Zhang Cheng so.

"Hell?"

"No, the world."

The land master told Zhang Cheng again,

"There are many correspondences between the underworld and the yang world, but the plague dragon is the reflection of the plague in the yang world in the underworld. At this time, the plague in the yang world has just risen, so the plague dragon is still alive at this moment. When the plague is together, the plague dragon will fly into the sky. At every hour some dead souls are brought from the ground."

"This plague dragon appeared in front of Housheng's Huangquan Road. I'm afraid the plague is not far from Housheng."

Hearing this, Zhang Cheng was shocked even more.
He had heard of a plague in any city, where the people were in dire straits and corpses were everywhere.

If this plague appeared near his village, it would be fine.

"Then if the plague dragon is removed from the underworld, won't the plague in the yang world dissipate?"

"This underworld also corresponds to the Yang world. If the plague dragon is gone, the plague will not gather, and naturally it will not be able to gain momentum."

"It's just that this is a matter of the underworld, but it is inconvenient for the Underworld to intervene."

"Then I'm a Yangren, what can I do?"

Zhang Cheng asked,
"Young people are Yang people, but you can get rid of this plague dragon."

"But Land Lord, this plague dragon is so big, I..."

Zhang Cheng looked at the plague dragon, although the plague dragon was dying,
But the length of tens of meters is difficult for him to deal with.

"The younger generation is a noble person, and noble people naturally have noble aura. If you step forward, this plague dragon may even shoot you."

"If you do this, go forward and blind the plague dragon's eyes. The plague dragon will naturally disperse if he can't see the person who wants to harm the plague."

"Thank you, Master Land, for your suggestion."

Zhang Cheng responded to the words of the land master,
Although he is still afraid of the evil dragon that is tens of meters long and taller than him even when lying down,

But thinking that when the plague broke out, the people would be devastated, so he bravely walked towards the plague dragon,

As expected, the plague dragon is still afraid of him as the land master said,

Although lying on the ground, panting feebly,

But when Zhang Cheng went forward, he still shrank his head and body back.

And the plot of this chapter,

That's all for now,

Next is naturally the plot of 'Zhang Cheng Slaying the Plague Dragon',

But Ji Zhuo didn't write it, that's a chapter that can only be written tomorrow.

Looking at the content of the words and sentences in the chapter,

Ji Zhuo pondered for a while,
In other words, is this a broken chapter?
No, it’s just too appropriate to stop here,

I really can't blame him.

(End of this chapter)