Chapter 401 Publication
New Xili Bookstore.
Julia walked past a row of bookshelves as usual, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on her face: "The final chapter of Mr. Ring's novel has been published?"
She wasn't particularly fond of 'Mr. Ring', but having purchased his work last time, she wanted to see the ending to make it a happy one.
When I was browsing in a bookstore today, I saw that the finale had been released, so I bought it.
At this moment, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw two other novels, also written by Mr. Ring.
"Robert and Inlier, Horror House?"
She thought about it and did not turn to the book "The House of Horror". She did not like horror novels, but "Robert and Inliae" was a love story at first glance. She took it in her hands, flipped through two pages, and was immediately attracted by the pure love and the gorgeous and exquisite description of the environment.
"This lady..."
It wasn't until a clerk came over to remind her that Julia blushed slightly.
She was on the verge of standing in front of the bookshelf and reading the entire novel, which was not ladylike behavior.
"I want to buy this one, and this one, Robert and Ingliet!"
Julia held the books tightly, unwilling to let go.
She had already seen the twists and turns of their love, which felt both sweet and bitter. Now she wanted to know the final ending very much and couldn't wait even a minute.
After buying the books, Julia did not go home, but went directly to a nearby cafe, ordered a cup of coffee, and read the books in the scattered light of the afternoon.
Gradually, a trace of tears appeared in the corners of her eyes, and she felt heartbroken: "Why...why did Inliae die? What about Robert? What will happen to him next? Will he commit suicide for love? Or fall in love with another woman...I really want to see the second part..."
"Damn Mr. Ring, it's really abominable."
At this moment, Julia did have the urge to send a razor blade to Fang Xian, but at the same time, she was also eager to watch the second part, and her heart was tormented even more...
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Smith is a horror fan.
He went to a bookstore today and bought a few horror novels. After returning home, he couldn't wait to hide in bed and read them.
Because of strict family rules, he had to turn off the lights and use a flashlight instead.
In the middle of the night, Smith read "Horror House" and was immediately attracted by the exquisite design.
Most horror novels at that time only focused on describing bloody environments, similar to plasma films. When encountering works like Fang Xian, who was good at describing psychological horror, the works suddenly pale in comparison. The young man felt like he had discovered a new continent and enjoyed it endlessly.
Especially the part at the end where the real murderer surfaced, which was unexpected yet reasonable, and made him feel very excited.
"But... why did the heroine die? Ahhh..."
After reading to the end, Smith yelled, "The hero is so miserable, he is disabled... Ahhh... I am so unhappy and sad... Ahhh... Damn Ring, why don't you just write a happy ending?"
"Smith, what are you doing?"
Suddenly, the quilt was lifted, revealing his parents.
“I…I…”
Smith wanted to hide the novel, but how could he?
"Staying up late to read novels, no wonder your grades have dropped so quickly..." Smith's mother raised her hand, and his father directly grabbed the novel and tore it into pieces.
"ah……"
The young boy's screams immediately echoed in the room...
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Inside the apartment.
Fang Xian threw away the pen in his hand and looked at the messy draft paper in front of him.
The white paper was covered with all kinds of strange lines, like a child's casual scribbles. There were only a few words on it, and there was no system.
"Failed..."
"Sure enough, my 'ability' doesn't always work, not to mention... I'm too normal!"
Fang Xian looked at his hands: "This time, I didn't take drugs, nor did I lower my spirit and rationality... It seems that the chaotic power of Hei Tai Sui is in too good a state to be touched?"
He was not prepared to take medicine.
Creation can be accomplished in one go when inspiration strikes, or it can be the result of hard thinking and accumulation.
Fang Xian, who has read part of the "Secret Gu Sutra" and has faced the "Black Tai Sui" directly, can create a completely new "spell" as long as he is given some time.
At this moment, he rubbed his eyebrows and suddenly felt countless noises that seemed real and unreal coming to his ears.
They are composed of the voices of different men and women, like whispers or complaints, layer upon layer, sweeping in like waves.
Fang Xian's consciousness was slightly immersed in it, and he heard a voice: "Oh! Why did Ying Liye die? My heart hurts so much!"
"Damn Mr. Ring, I want to hit him!"
"The House of Horror is so wonderful, but it's a bit sadistic, but I still want to watch it..."
That is the resentment and pain that readers feel after reading his works!
When they cursed the pen name 'Mr. Ring', they had unknowingly established a connection with Fang Xian.
This is because Fangxian himself possesses the status of a sixth-level alchemist and can collect this kind of "faith" and "prayer".
"Prayers are not always good. Faith is just the power of emotions. This... is also faith, but it is negative... There are many evil gods in this world who like it."
The reason why Fang Xian collected this was because of the poem "The Bird with Broken Wings".
That spell requires pain, a lot of pain.
The more pain, the greater the power!
The physical pain is no greater than that of childbirth, but the mental pain has no limit!
The pain of one person cannot compare to the pain of thousands of people combined!
"These... will be the nourishment for me to practice the 'Broken Winged Bird' spell!"
Fang Xian had a feeling that when he cast the 'Broken-Winged Bird' spell again, its power would be terribly enhanced.
This was also the result of his planning.
"The bird with broken wings is my name. I will eat your pain to feed my heart."
Fang Xian muttered in a low voice, sensing that part of his mental power had been transformed. Unlike the 'Ode to the Worm' which was full of dark vitality, this part of his mental power was extremely sharp, like a knife.
Even, a black mist vaguely appeared in front of his eyes, and he saw the silhouette of the big bird .
"Perhaps... if I accumulate enough pain, I can summon the Broken Winged Bird. It is probably on the same level as Black Tai Sui... They are both very powerful guys..."
Fang Xian's eyes lit up: "But... what I should really study is the 'Immortal Poem'. It is my life, and it contains my information... Perhaps... my hope of recovering my cultivation lies in it..."
