Daughter-in-law

Chapter 154 The Guy Who Writes Novel
"Let's leave, everyone, this is nonsense."

"Damn, the village disappeared in 1939. You went in last year. I'm afraid you went to hell!"

"Let's go, let's go. This guy is a writer of supernatural novels. If you don't believe me, take a look at his official account. It's his ID. They're all supernatural novels, just a liar."

The replies on that floor were full of doubts from netizens. It seemed that the guy's identity had been exposed, and he was a writer who specialized in supernatural novels.

As a result, no one believed me, and most of the subsequent replies were mocking him, saying that he was stupid when writing books.

It's just that the guy's last reply was just a grimace, and then there was only one sentence: Believe it or not, there are really those things in this world.

Not surprisingly, there was another layer of ridicule below, but the guy whose ID was 'Angry Guy Smoke' didn't reply.

I frowned when I saw this. If I had seen this post before, I would have thought that guy was just a person with a broken brain who wrote novels, but now that little boy is right in front of me, which proves that anger What Delao Yan said was true, he really might have been in that place!
I'm a person who is afraid of trouble and very salty, but I think I have to take care of this matter today.

First of all, this little boy's soul is incomplete and cannot be sent to the underworld, so I want to help him find all his soul. After all, I am a bad guy, and this is my duty.

Also, that Caomiao Village is in Jishui, and there is a ghost of the village in it. I can't ignore such things.

Now there is no Caomiao Village in Jishui. Judging from the situation, it should be the evil done by the little devils after they entered Jishui in 39. Caomiao Village was destroyed by them, and it is very likely that all the villagers in Caomiao Village died back then. But the strange thing is that their ghosts did not go to the underworld, but still stayed in the village.

I don't know what's going on, and I'll have to wait until I go to find out.

"Contact that bastard Yan." I said to Duanmuqing.

Hearing what I said, Duanmuqing nodded. That guy has been exposed as a writer of supernatural novels. His ID is the name of the public.public.name, so Duanmuqing found him easily.

Sure enough, there are several supernatural novels on that guy's account, all written by himself, some are completed, and some are being serialized.

But we're not in the mood for novels, and we're not interested in knowing whether the guy can write good or bad.

Duanmuqing searched in the menu bar, but there was no contact information, so he clicked on the text input and typed two words: Are you there?
It's early in the morning, and most people have gone to bed early, so I don't have much hope for Duanmuqing's greeting, not to mention it's too late, even if it's still early, that angry guy Yan might not be able to see it.

These authors usually have a lot of followers and don't have time to read private messages, let alone reply late at night.

But to my surprise, the phone lit up within 5 minutes after Duanmuqing sent the message.

Duanmuqing took a look at the phone, and then said to me: "That guy has replied!"

I was a little surprised, I don't know if that guy was too idle, or just saw it and hurried over.

"My beauty, what's the matter?" This was the guy's reply, followed by a smiley face.

I was a little speechless when I saw this news. Duanmuqing’s wechat. Qing was regarded as a beautiful girl.

Damn!

I cursed in my heart, and the image of a slightly bald middle-aged man with a slightly fat figure suddenly appeared in my mind. While sitting in front of the computer and replying to Duanmuqing, he clasped his feet and smiled wretchedly, thinking that I had met another Fanatical beauty fans, chatting with themselves in the middle of the night, even looking forward to getting to know each other better.

I think this guy has this image nine times out of ten, and he is still chatting with readers at such a late hour. He is probably a poor writer. You know, there are so many fans of the great god, so how can he have time to chat with readers?

This guy's messages in the middle of the night are basically replied in seconds, what else can it be if it is not rushing to the street.

"I want to ask you for help with something, may I meet you?" Duanmuqing returned with a smile on his face.

The message had just been sent out, and the other party replied immediately: "Sister, are you also from Jishui?"

"Yes, is it convenient for you tomorrow?" Duanmuqing continued to ask.

"It's convenient, it's convenient. Even if I don't have time, I'll go there anyway. Who made you so beautiful!" There was a grimace behind that guy.

Duanmu Qing, who was holding the mobile phone, bent over with a smile, I was a little speechless, it seems that the guy is really a wretched and greasy guy.

"Bah, old pervert!" The old man glanced at him, with a look of contempt on his face, and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground.

"Okay, Brother Yan, let's meet tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning, at Li's shop on Linfeng Street." Duanmuqing returned a playful expression.

This time, it took a long time for the other person to reply: "Linfeng Street, where are you going?" followed by a questioning expression.

It was obvious that this guy felt that places like Linfeng Street were a bit awkward.

"Yes, it's on Linfeng Street. Why can't you come? If you don't come, people will be sad." Duanmuqing sent a weeping expression.

"Sister, don't cry. I will be there on time tomorrow. Also, is the profile picture your own?"

Seeing this, I finally couldn't help but took a deep breath, and then I couldn't help not laughing.

Obviously, the guy on the opposite side has already been tempted by Duanmuqing. He is very old-fashioned and criticizes him. He actually wants to have a story with Duanmuqing, but he doesn't know what will happen to that guy when he finds out that Duanmuqing is a man after meeting tomorrow. Feel.

The gentle and beautiful female reader turned into a cute girl in the end. I guess that guy will collapse.

"That stuff is so fucking wretched, I feel ashamed to be an old dao." The old dao who watched the whole thing couldn't help but sigh with admiration on his face.

"It's done, that guy will be here at ten o'clock tomorrow morning." Duanmuqing said to me with a smile on his mobile phone.

That guy just now gave Duanmuqing his personal contact information, and he has already agreed that he will be at the shop on time at ten o'clock tomorrow morning.

I nodded and glanced at the little boy, he is a ghost, I won't let him wander outside, so I had to take him back to the shop.

After Duanmu cleared the bill, we returned to the shop by car.

I asked Xiaoyu to look at the little boy, and now I can only wait until the guy comes tomorrow to find out where Caomiao Village is.

(End of this chapter)