Nightmare Apostle

As a fellow creator, Yang Xiao is very clear about what Mr. Wen is afraid of. Moreover, after being banned, book friends can neither participate in the rating nor provide advice to the writing ghost through comments. It is simply killing two birds with one stone.

Qu Yi died because of the book friend's informing, and Yang Xiao would never follow in her footsteps.

But now, the game cannot continue without ratings, and the keyboard and mouse are still in Yang Xiao's hands. This can be regarded as the seven-inch accuracy of the writer.

At the beginning, the writing ghost tried to coax Yang Xiao into handing over the keyboard, but Yang Xiao didn't listen at all. In order to show his determination, he even cut off several buttons on the keyboard, picking the ones with the most worn letters. , because you use it frequently.

When he dunked the fourth one, the writing ghost was convinced. He begged Yang Xiao not to dunk any more. He admitted defeat and told Yang Xiao the secret about the utility room.

"You tell me first, and then I give you the keyboard!" Yang Xiao is cautious by nature, and there are only a few normal people who can write supernatural suspense, but they are all full of selfish ideas.

"Who do you think I am? I won't lie to you in front of readers." Mr. Wen sat on the sofa with a very sincere expression.

Yang Xiao knew that what he said was true, and he could swear by readers that he had already shown his sincerity, so Yang Xiao returned the keyboard to him first, leaving only the mouse as a hostage.

"You can go to Miss Zuoqiu's home through the mirror in the utility room, a bedroom to be exact, but remember not to make any noise, and don't look into the eyes of the child on the bed." Mr. Wen warned, "Otherwise no one can save you."

"Qu Yi also passed through that mirror yesterday. She passed even if she lost, so why am I treated the same as her if I win." Yang Xiao asked back.

"Of course it's different. Miss Qu didn't know the correct way to enter the mirror, so she was doomed as soon as she passed by. The things hidden in the bedroom immediately discovered her." Mr. Wen answered calmly, unable to tell the lie. trace.

"Please elaborate."

"You need to turn your back to the mirror and retreat into the mirror little by little. There is also a big mirror in the bedroom. You will walk out of that mirror. If you want to leave, you will also pass through that mirror. That mirror can go anywhere in the apartment. A room, subject to the permission of the respective tenant."

"Thank you." Yang Xiao returned the mouse to Mr. Wen as promised, and the other party stepped aside, allowed Yang Xiao to enter the utility room, and brought Yang Xiao a lamp for lighting.

But just when Yang Xiao was ready to retreat into the mirror, Mr. Wen ran in in a panic, still holding the notebook in his hand, "Wait!"

"What, you want to regret it?" Yang Xiao instantly became alert.

"No, you are in danger!" Mr. Wen warned, shaking the notebook in his hand, "My notes have the ability to predict the future, but they are only limited to this apartment. Information about you just appeared on it. , it says... you will die.

"Show it to me." Yang Xiao was lying when he said he wasn't nervous.

But Mr. Wen put away his notes and shook his head at Yang Xiao with some embarrassment, "I'm sorry, it's not good for me to reveal such a secret. I can't let you see it in vain, unless... you and I compete again."

"More than that?"

"Yes, but this time, you can't steal my keyboard." Mr. Wen quickly added after thinking, "Not even the mouse, and you can't ban me as a book friend!"

Just now, Mr. Wen had installed the mouse and keyboard back as quickly as possible, lifted the ban, and explained it to all the book friends.

"Do you dare?"

Yang Xiao could tell that Mr. Wen was trying to regain face in front of his book friends, so he spent a lot of money to compete with him again.

Out of humanitarian concern, Yang Xiao persuaded Mr. Wen kindly, "Brother Wen, I won't hide it from you. You are no match for me. How about this? I'll apologize to you in front of all your book friends." , what do you think about getting your face back?"

"No!" Mr. Wen said with integrity, "I can't deceive them. I have my dignity, and I want to earn it back. And I promise you, no matter whether I win or lose, I will not embarrass you. How about it?"

"Why are you doing this?" Yang Xiao shook his head and agreed with a wry smile.

The third battle involving Mr. Wen's dignity began, but as Mr. Wen excitedly took off his blindfold, the contest ended at his fault.

Yang Xiao took his hands off the keyboard and looked at Mr. Wen with a look of pity. At this moment, the computer screen was completely black, with the 404 logo appearing on it. Mr. Wen's novel disappeared. To be precise, it was forcibly removed from the website.

The message box at the bottom of the screen was jumping like crazy. It was a call from Mr. Wen’s editor. He started scolding him for being crazy. How dare he write a sentence in the article that was pornographic, violent, and political. He was secretly smoking a big gun. Have you smoked?

Mr. Wen was stunned, and then he fell to his knees on the ground without any support, tears streaming down his face, "The book... has been sealed, they have sealed my book...:.:

"I'm sorry." Yang Xiao didn't want to do this, but this was the fastest way he could think of to defeat Mr. Wen. He was in a hurry.

He changed Mr. Wen's novel and added a few pornographic and political sentences. With just one sentence, these hard-working website reviewers who never sleep and rest sealed the book at 12 o'clock in the morning, and immediately Removed from shelves.

Originally, Yang Xiao was still worried that Mr. Wen would turn against him in anger, but to his surprise, after a moment, Mr. Wen raised his hand and handed the notebook to him without saying a word.

This familiar scene suddenly made Yang Xiao's heart twitch violently. When he saw the desperate Mr. Wen, it was as if he had seen his former self.

"Don't... don't be like this, brother, it was my fault." Yang Xiao panicked a little and helped Mr. Wen to the sofa, "Do you think this is good? I will tell you a few stories, very exciting stories, you You can find inspiration and continue your creation. Otherwise, I will allow you to use my name as the protagonist, and you can write whatever you want, okay?"

Mr. Wen looked up at Yang Xiao, "What a wonderful story?"

"Yes." Yang Xiao organized his thoughts and recounted several scripts he had written as quickly as possible. They were all the ones that drama fans commented were more exciting. First, The Mansion of the Huang Family, then The Murderer on a Rainy Night, and Little Shijian Village , Dahe Empress, Wang Yanhou, he has no reservations about Mr. Wen.

Yang Xiao talked about 5 words in one breath, and Mr. Wen's desperate eyes gradually glowed with brilliance. Finally, he even found a pen and quickly recorded it in his notebook.

"Okay, okay, okay!" After Yang Xiao finished telling the last story, Mr. Wen said "good" three times in a row, and his excitement could not be increased.

He walked back and forth in the room excitedly, "It's amazing. What a talent. You can think of such a wonderful story!"

"It's no loss. It's no loss if I lose to you, but one day I will be stronger than you. I have talent and work hard enough."

Seeing that Mr. Wen regained his composure, Yang Xiao's guilt gradually subsided and he stood up, "Okay, I'll wait for you. You can use my name to create the work. I look forward to the day when your work will be successful."

Mr. Wen seemed to suddenly think of something. He unfolded the notebook in his hand and turned to the page with only one line written on it. What really attracted Yang Xiao was that the line was actually red, bright as if written with blood, and crooked. It looks very weird.

"For old and disrespectful people, punch them hard."

Picking up the notebook, Mr. Wen showed the line above to Yang Xiao and gave a serious advice: "Mr. Chu, this is your only chance."