Chapter 66 He was afraid of death and leaving
"Is the food poisonous?"
"By the way, who knows his home address? We can't even call 120."
The netizens were stunned for a moment before they reacted.
Although they guessed that this person was the author, they didn't know where his home was!
The netizens saw Yang Siming safely get the takeaway back.
I finished the large portion of tomato beef brisket with great relish.
Then he sat there safely and continued playing with his phone.
Everyone was a little confused.
"Isn't the host just passing by this time?"
"I'm going to have a bite to eat first. Show me you're hungry."
“…Shit, I just checked my phone while going to the bathroom, and this guy seems to be the idiot author I’m chasing!”
"!!! It's over, isn't this enough to make me angry? This guy even left two chapters unpublished!"
When that netizen discovered that the book he was following contained the content that Yang Siming had just shouted out.
I was shocked myself.
After taking another look at the group of readers who were still in an uproar, he subconsciously sent the link to the live broadcast room to the group.
【Gods and Demons Readers Group】
Old Cow Eats Tender Grass: Brothers, hurry up and grab your knives, the author is inside! He still has two chapters left to publish!
Old Cow Eats Young Grass: @Group Leader, the author, you are in the live broadcast room, please go to the hospital and be ready!
Qingqing Zijin: Is this true?! This bastard author really doesn’t want to be a human being anymore!
Rabbit is delicious: Don’t get excited, if you need it come to me and get the knife.
…
Soon, another group of people came into the live broadcast room.
"I heard that the dog author is here, so I came to take a look."
"Daily Healing in the Underworld? The author's appearance in this live broadcast room, does it mean that if he doesn't update, he will have no chance..."
"Hurry up and tag the author!"
However, these readers are very annoyed to see that the author has time to watch videos but does not update.
However, when it comes to life, they still know what is more important.
Everyone quickly returned to the group and tagged the author.
Let him go to the hospital quickly to prevent any accidents.
Ding~Ding~Live broadcast screen.
Yang Siming, lying on the bed, found that the readers were tagging him again.
He reached out and brushed it off, ignoring the message.
Continue watching the drama.
Seeing this scene, the readers in the live broadcast room simply raised their knives, put them down, and picked them up again.
"This bastard author is truly hopeless!"
They tried their best.
“Hahahahahaha…”
Yang Siming, who was watching a short video, didn't notice it at all and laughed out loud.
He laughed so hard that he fell backwards and slapped his thigh.
“This UP host is really awesome hahahahaha…”
After the video finished playing once, it started playing again for the second time.
When Yang Siming lowered his head, he saw the UP host's mother being beaten again and burst into laughter again.
"Oh my god, my stomach hurts from laughing so hard, hahahaha... ugh!"
As he was laughing, Yang Siming suddenly began to feel dizzy and disoriented.
At first he thought it was caused by laughing too much, and the laughter gradually became smaller.
However, he waited for a while and found that the symptoms did not ease.
Breathing becomes rapid.
My chest started to ache.
He quickly put down his phone, adjusted his breathing, and tried to recover his body.
Big beads of cold sweat began to appear and drip into my eyes.
Stinging eyes.
But the pain in my chest is even worse.
Yang Siming gradually realized that something was wrong and turned sideways to get his cell phone to call 120.
He tried very hard but failed to reach out his hand.
"I just wanted to call 120, but I don't know the author's address."
"I really am. I just tagged you, but you refused to look!"
"Heart attack?"
"It could be sudden death. I saw it on the news before. Staying up late and having an irregular diet can cause it."
"…Does anyone know the address?"
The viewers in the live broadcast room wanted to help but couldn’t.
The most uncomfortable ones are the readers who enter the live broadcast room.
They can obviously send messages to the author, but he just doesn't even read them!
It's like meeting someone who has fallen into a quagmire. You reach out your hand, but the other person won't hold your hand at all!
Just when the readers were getting anxious and angry, two comments came out.
"Public Security Brigade: We have learned the address through the relevant channels, and 120 is on the way."
"Technician: The address has been found, the police have been notified, and 120 has been dialed."
Many netizens who have just experienced the Liang Zheng incident have already guessed the ending.
but.
They still couldn't bear to watch a life disappear before their eyes.
They looked at their phones quietly and shouted silently.
“Come on!”
“Hold on!”
…
In the live broadcast, Yang Siming's face became paler and paler.
Big drops of sweat fell down, soon soaking the hair and back.
He was hunched over on the bed, one hand tightly clutching his chest.
His expression was distorted with pain.
His pupils had begun to dilate, and he had obviously lost consciousness.
Gradually, the person on the bed moved less and less.
It's getting quieter and quieter.
Finally, even the rise and fall of breathing could no longer be seen.
No one posted comments in the live broadcast room anymore.
They watched the live broadcast silently, silently watching a life pass away.
“…”
Three minutes passed.
In the live broadcast, a wisp of dead soul slowly floated up.
Yang Siming first looked at his hands and his translucent body blankly.
Then he looked at himself lying on the bed.
After staring for three seconds, he suddenly reacted.
"Holy shit?! Am I dead?!"
He widened his eyes and looked at himself on the bed in disbelief.
"I'm dying so young? I'm dying before I've even spent all my money?"
He covered his chest, feeling some pain.
If I had known earlier, he would have ordered spicy crayfish and some steak or something.
He just ate some beef brisket with tomatoes!
There were only a few pieces of beef brisket, and it still had a smell!
Yang Siming regretted so much that he wanted to jump up and down. He never dreamed that he would die so young.
In the past, when he saw news reports of someone dying suddenly, he never took it seriously.
I didn't expect it would be my turn so soon.
Suddenly, he paused and caught a glimpse of a white figure out of the corner of his eye.
The pupils suddenly contracted.
He doesn't want to die yet...
At least, before he spent all his savings and his dream of writing a novel came true...
Yang Siming subconsciously wanted to run.
His heart was also screaming at him to leave quickly.
However.
He couldn't move his feet at all.
The fear deep in his heart made his whole body tremble.
He could no longer tell whether it was the fear of death or the fear of the white figure.
Seeing the white figure approaching, he couldn't hold back any longer.
He turned around and knelt down in front of Jiang Lin.
Cried.
"Anchor... Lord Wuchang! I can't . I haven't even finished updating my novel yet!"
He was still shaking all over and tears were streaming down his face.
Although he had spoken in the daily live broadcast room of Healing in the Underworld, but...
When you really face this Lord Wuchang.
The aura of death made it impossible for him to be as calm and composed as he was when he was posting comments in the live broadcast room.
Even laughing.
He was afraid of dying, afraid of leaving.
There are so many beautiful things in this world... He has yet to experience them all.
“…”
Jiang Lin looked at the dead soul in front of him with a subtle expression, "Are you sure you want to continue updating the novel?"
Yang Siming looked at the ground and nodded vigorously.
The sound of teeth chattering, 'bang bang bang' came into my mind.
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