Chapter 069 Do you want to consider staying?
"In a flash, Xiao Tianjing rushed out from behind the demons, catching them off guard..."
Under the gaze of several big men around him, Yang Siming forced himself to recall the previous events.
Although he was not used to writing with a pen, fortunately he had made an outline before and quickly figured out what to write next.
As I wrote, my confidence grew.
According to what these big men said , you can take a break after writing three chapters.
Each Chinese character appears on the paper.
"Under the scheme of the demons, the gods suffered heavy casualties. The goddess looked at the tragic scene of blood flowing like a river and decided to sacrifice herself to restore peace to the three realms."
"Xiao Tianjing noticed it and immediately used his ultimate skill, knocking away the demons around him and rushing towards the goddess..."
“…”
"OK! Three chapters are finished!"
Yang Siming withdrew his hand and moved his wrist.
Although my hands feel a little sore from writing so many words at once.
But being able to finish writing the plot smoothly in one breath made him feel much better.
I also temporarily forgot about my surroundings.
"You finished it so quickly? Great! Thank you for your hard work!"
The big man next to him flipped through it and although the handwriting was a little ugly, the page numbers were correct.
When he saw the big man, Yang Siming remembered his situation and his body suddenly tensed up.
He asked cautiously, "Um... I've finished writing three chapters, can I take a break now?"
"Of course hahahahaha..."
The big man patted his shoulder carelessly and said, "There will be chicken legs as a snack for the next meal. You can move around for a while now."
Seeing this, Yang Siming breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that as long as I finish writing what needs to be written, there will be nothing to worry about.
He glanced at the other ghosts who were still busy writing, and felt relieved.
Fortunately, he has always been very fast and rarely encounters bottlenecks.
After walking around the room, he opened the door and breathed in some fresh air.
Behind.
After Yang Siming finished writing, the men gathered in groups of three or four and began to read it with great interest.
"Goddess..."
“I haven’t seen a story like this before.”
Although I haven't read the previous plot, but as a decades-old bookworm, especially in this underworld where stories are scarce...
They are not picky at all.
I read it page by page.
"Gods and demons fight, this skill is so powerful!"
"Xiao Jingtian is awesome! He can actually sneak into the enemy territory quietly!"
"Eh... the goddess is actually going to sacrifice herself for the three realms?!"
The big men subconsciously turned the page, but found that there was nothing after that.
The plot is stuck here.
For a moment, they just felt itchy as if they were being scratched by a cat.
Did the goddess offer sacrifice or not? Did she die?
If we offer a sacrifice, will the demons suddenly cause trouble?
By then, what will become of the Three Realms?
Action speaks louder than words.
They immediately found Yang Siming who was looking in curiously at the door.
"Author, is this Xiao Tianjing the male protagonist?"
Yang Siming, who was stretching, suddenly froze and nodded stiffly.
The big men circled around Yang Siming for several circles.
I want to know what the goddess is like, but I have to abide by the rule .
because……
Although it is exciting to know the following plot in advance, it will become boring when you read the later chapters.
This is a big taboo for them who are short of stories.
“…”
Yang Siming looked at the big men around him and was somewhat confused about the situation.
Why do you keep revolving around him?
The hand raised because of stretching was just raised there, not daring to move.
After walking around twice more, the big men couldn't help but say, "Mr. Author, writing must be tiring, right? Let us give you a massage."
"I……"
Yang Siming didn't have the time to refuse.
The big men had already approached and stretched out their rough hands.
Just when Yang Siming thought his neck was going to be broken, a pair of hands were placed on his shoulders, waist, and legs.
I actually started massaging.
“——?!”
Yang Siming opened his eyes wide, feeling incredible.
This place... doesn't seem that scary.
As long as you write the article well, you will get delicious food and massage services.
Maybe these guys just look fierce, but they are actually pretty nice?
“Hehehe…”
"Author, are you feeling comfortable?"
"Uh-huh!"
"Now that you feel comfortable, let's continue writing, shall we?!"
“Hmm…eh???”
After Yang Siming nodded, he realized what the other person had just said.
The next second, he was lifted up by the big men.
Walk towards Shumozhai.
"???"
what's the situation?
Didn’t he just finish three chapters?
It's only been less than ten minutes, right?
Are you going to write again?
Looking at the pen and paper stuffed into his hands, Yang Siming was stunned.
He looked at the big man beside him with a bewildered look on his face.
The big man gave him a big smile in return.
Then, just like ten minutes ago, he held the mace and looked at him with a 'kind' face.
“Come on, author! We are all waiting for your update~”
Yang Siming: “…”
This, this is the devil, right?
If this continues, will his hand really become disabled?
Is this how people in the underworld urge for updates?
He picked up the ballpoint pen tremblingly and sniffed.
I miss the time when I was writing in the human world and my readers urged me to update my works.
At that time, readers used threats, bribes, cuteness, or serial tagging him...
But, that was all done through the screen!
Instead of like now...
They carried him directly into the house, pressed him on the seat, and watched him while holding a mace.
The pen in his hand fell on the paper, and each Chinese character constructed a series of fantasy pictures.
After some hard work, three chapters with six thousand words were completed again.
This time, before he could say anything, the big man next to him reached out and took the papers covered with words.
“Thank you for the hard work, author!”
"No, it's not hard..."
This time, Yang Siming deliberately wrote a little more.
There are no stuck points and no suspense at the end.
While the big men were reading with great interest, Yang Siming noticed that someone else in the room had also finished writing.
Walking towards the door.
He hurriedly followed, but found that the person was gone when he went out the door .
Yang Siming's heartbeat began to speed up.
Could he...
"Don't think about it. It's useless." A voice sounded beside him.
Only then did Yang Siming realize that the man did not run away, but was squatting to the right of the gate.
He also squatted down and asked in a low voice: "Why? Do you know what I am thinking?"
When he looked closer, he realized that the man in front of him had sunken cheeks, drooping eyelids, and a numb expression.
It's the look and state that only people in big cities who have become numb to the hardships of life have.
"My name is Xu Asan, what's yours?" the other person asked.
"My name is Yang Siming."
Xu Asan glanced at him, then looked forward, "I know what you are thinking."
"I've been writing here for decades. Whatever you've thought about, my colleagues here have thought about it. You can't get away from it."
Every time he ran away, he would be carried back by the big men and readers.
He pointed to Shumozhai behind him, where many authors had not finished their works.
"You think we write too slowly? No..."
Xu Asan sighed, "We don't have any new stories anymore."
In the underworld, you can also earn income by writing books.
It could be food, props, or ghost money...
As long as it is useful, it can be traded.
So, although everyone was resistant to this place at first.
But later on, in order to be able to update steadily and have a stable income.
They gradually accepted it.
It's just that they've been writing this story for too long.
The ghosts here have seen too many clichéd stories.
But here, stories are still in short supply.
Because, after becoming a ghost.
Sleeping is not necessary, and readers can finish reading new chapters quickly.
And in these long and lonely years, everyone needs this seasoning.
"Your story should be quite novel and they like it very much. Would you like to consider staying?" Xu Asan said.
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