I became famous for writing ridiculous stories in ancient times

Zhao Le was shocked when he realized that ‘Du Runzhi’ appeared again.

Because he just recalled the first time he experienced the ghost mission, Du Runzhi’s bloody body subconsciously appeared in his mind. Who knew that in a blink of an eye, he found an identical person standing in front of him.

Could it be that Du Runzhi was resurrected?

But Zhao Le thought about it again and found something wrong.

Because he had confirmed the news of Du Runzhi’s death from the mouths of two people who were suspected to be from Yupu County. The two people had no relatives or friends with him, and it was impossible for them to deliberately deceive him, so the boy should be really dead.

Then the one in front of him might not be ‘Du Runzhi’?

After realizing this, Zhao Le looked at the man carefully, and found that although he looked exactly like ‘Du Runzhi’, there were some differences in the details.

He was taller than ‘Du Runzhi’, his body was stronger than him, and his eyes were also very different. One was clear and simple, and the other was calm and introverted, just like twin brothers with different personalities.

Maybe he is Zhao Yuzhi?

After all, Zhao Le had heard that Du Runzhi had a twin brother named Zhao Yuzhi. The two brothers drew lots after they were born, so one took his father's surname and the other took his mother's surname.

Many thoughts stayed in Zhao Le's mind for a few breaths, so to outsiders, he looked dumbfounded at the young man.

So one of the three old men on this mission, a twenty-something who called herself Mrs. She, smiled and said, "Brother Zhao, you are staring at that young man without blinking, is he actually a woman dressed as a man?"

With a gorgeously decorated sword hanging from his waist and a folding fan in his hand, Mr. Rong, who was dressed in a graceful manner, tilted his head with interest.

"There is a woman dressed as a man? Let me take a look."

But after taking a look, he frowned and stopped fanning, "He is a man."

Zhao Le knew that Zhao Yuzhi was a man, so he explained: "I just thought of something else, which has nothing to do with this young master."

Then he said to the three newcomers: "Do you understand what I just said?"

"Our mission this time is to find the murderer who killed the old man next door within seven days, If you still can't find it after the seven days, the mission will fail. You are all newcomers and have no points. If the mission fails, the ending may not be very good. If you die here, you will also die in reality. "

"People will die!"

The butcher's wife in her thirties who claimed to be surnamed Zhang said in fear: "This little brother Zhao, this mission, this mission, can I not do it? My family has several children waiting for me to cook."

"And where is the immortal you mentioned?"

"Can we ask the immortal to let us go back?"

The curious young man Shi Yi said: "After completing the mission, can I be like you?"

He was referring to the white tights on Mr. Rong, as well as his sword and fan, and his expression was very greedy.

As for Zhao Yuzhi, he asked excitedly: "You said that if you die in this dream world, you will die in reality? How did you die, and can you come back to life?"

Zhao Le answered their questions one by one.

He said to the butcher's wife, "You can go back only after completing the mission."

He said to Shi Yi, "All the things we have are exchanged for points. If you have a lot of points, you can of course exchange for the same things. And every time you complete a mission, you can take one of them back."

As for Zhao Yuzhi's question, Zhao Le thought about it and answered it.

"As far as I know, people who die in the dream world will also die in reality. For example, it will look like a sudden heart attack. I don't know if they will come back to life. Maybe you can ask the immortal after completing this mission."

"The immortal knows everything."

Zhao Yuzhi's eyes lit up, "Thank you for your advice, senior!"

After answering the questions of the three newcomers, they discussed with each other again. The key point was that Zhao Le reminded the newcomers of some taboos in doing the mission, and then they went out and walked to the next door.

The identity of their mission this time was to investigate the truth.

And when they arrived at the mourning hall next door, the intermittent crying just now became clearer.

The second son of the deceased held the tablet and cried bitterly, looking at his brother beside him fiercely while crying: "Dad, you died so tragically, who was so cruel to stab you three times."

"If I knew, I would cut him into pieces..."

The third son who was in mourning next to him was not to be outdone, and straightened his back and said: "Dad, if you are still alive, please send me a dream tonight and tell me who the murderer is. Dad, don't worry about not having money to spend in the underworld, your son found the best paper-making shop in the city and burned a mountain of gold and silver for you..."

The enchanting concubine cried all over the place, but there were not many tears in her eyes when she glanced around, "Master, Master, you are gone like this, but how can I live in the future..."

The silent eldest grandson knelt on the side and burned paper money one by one.

As for the three daughters-in-law, other grandchildren, housekeepers, maids, old women, servants...even the restless black cat in the corner had their own little actions and thoughts.

All of this fell into the eyes of the six people who had just entered the door.

Because he had already written several articles in the "Dream Man" series before, Fu Wenyu wrote the story "The Night of Resurrection" very quickly, finishing all 30,000 words in just five days. After writing it, he did not ask Li Er to take it to Zhang Er, the shopkeeper of the branch. Instead, he paid a special visit to shopkeeper Zhang when he returned to the city.

Shopkeeper Zhang immediately smiled when he saw him.

"Rare guest, rare guest."

"Wen Yu, you haven't been here for a while. Last time I asked Zhang Er, he said you were still staying at the Hot Spring Villa. Have you finished dealing with the matters there now?"

Fu Wenyu said: "Uncle Zhang, I haven't seen you for a long time."

He stayed at the Hot Spring Villa throughout the winter and only came back during the New Year holidays. The last time the two met was almost two months ago, when shopkeeper Zhang took his family there to play.

Thinking of this, Fu Wenyu handed over the newspeak book, "The Villa is on the right track. This is the new story book I wrote recently, "The Night of Resurrection", the fourth part of the "Dream Man" series."

"Uncle Zhang, please make arrangements."

Shopkeeper Zhang reached out and took it.

The "Dream Man" series was written by Fu Wenyu using the trumpet "Yin Yang Scholar". Originally, this trumpet only wrote one story called "Green Tea Cousin". Shopkeeper Zhang and others did not know that the "Yin Yang Scholar" was him. But this time, "The Man in the Dream" was relatively long, and he needed to find someone to print the book, so Fu Wenyu told the whole story.

Shopkeeper Zhang was also surprised when he first learned that Fu Wenyu was the 'Yin Yang Scholar'.

But it's not surprising.

After all, there is still the series "Collection of Deception" ahead of them. The two have known each other for so many years, and shopkeeper Zhang has never doubted Fu Wenyu's speed in writing scripts.

So he said, "Okay, leave this to me."

"By the way, Mr. Murong doesn't have time to draw the "Dream Man" series, so I'll let the scholar from the printing room draw the illustrations for "The Night of Resurrection". Do you have any objections?"

Fu Wenyu shook his head helplessly, saying that he had no objection to this proposal.

If he had anything to worry about in the past six months besides the Hot Spring Villa, Mr. Murong was one of them. I don't know what happened to Mr. Murong, who is 'a gifted painter'. After he painted "Imperial Examination Cultivation" for him half a year ago, he said that he would be very busy next and could not paint for the time being, so he asked him to hire another master. .

This was no less than a bolt from the blue for Fu Wenyu.

After all, ever since he wrote his second story "The Legend of the Divine Eye," the two have been happily cooperating. The words written by Fu Wenyu could impress the picky Mr. Murong, and Mr. Murong's paintings could also impress Fu Wenyu.

Moreover, the other party's excellent painting skills can also make Fu Wenyu's storybooks superior in quality to other people's storybooks after they are printed, increasing sales and making more money. So every time he asked Mr. Murong to paint, Fu Wenyu was very willing to pay for it. When he painted the illustrations for "Imperial Examination Cultivation" for the last time, he even paid more because it was too difficult.

It is a pity that such a good cooperation has to come to an end.

Shopkeeper Zhang also felt sorry.

So he said: "I have been reading for a while. You can write to ask Mr. Murong to see if he has finished his work. The price we are giving him now is not low, and Mr. Murong is short of money. It is estimated that when he finishes his work, he will Helped with painting.”

"Mr. Murong is short of money?"

Fu Wenyu asked curiously: "Uncle Zhang, how did you know?"

Shopkeeper Zhang thought about it carefully, and then said: "I have never met Mr. Murong, but I have met his maid."

"Let me think about it. By the way, it was about six years ago. At that time, a little maid who was only eleven or twelve years old came with a few paintings. She said that her family was in a hurry for money and asked me if I would accept paintings here. "

Shopkeeper Zhang lamented: "Our Kaiyuan Bookstore sells books and does not accept paintings. Especially the little maid said that her master is called 'Murong Bai', which is a name I have never heard in Liuzhou."

"But it was a coincidence that at that time I was worrying about the illustrations of Sanliu Newspaper, and one of the pictures in the little maid's hand was very suitable, so I asked her master if he could draw illustrations."

"As soon as she heard that she could give five taels of silver, she agreed immediately."

Fu Wenyu didn't expect such a thing to happen, and asked: "Since we are short of money, we should not reject anyone who comes. Then why did he start to be picky again?"

Shopkeeper Zhang was stunned for a moment and said hesitantly: "Maybe there will be less shortage later?"

Then he retorted, "It should still be missing. In addition to illustrating your storybook in recent years, he has also drawn illustrations for other people's storybooks. Sometimes he will draw the most expensive one first."

"So he shouldn't be too well off."

Fu Wenyu was thoughtful.

He planned to go back and write a letter to Mr. Murong to ask. If the other party was really short of money, he could advance an amount of money. After all, the two have been working together for so long, so there is still some trust.

Of course, in order to avoid hurting the other person's self-esteem, he would definitely not ask directly.

Maybe I could give you a few tickets?