Chapter 90: Strong Desire to Survive
"I don't know how the author is doing now."
"How much do you think he has written in the past few days? It should be tens of thousands, right?"
Yang Siming's readers also entered the live broadcast room one after another.
On the day when Yang Siming appeared in the daily live broadcast room of Healing in the Underworld, many people who were interested in novels went to search for his novels.
So much so that Yang Siming's book, which had always been lukewarm, suddenly became popular.
It also fulfilled his dream of writing a novel.
After reading the chapters on the web page, many readers came to urge for updates after hearing that the author would appear in the live broadcast room today.
Some netizens also joined in the fun.
In the live broadcast screen.
Jiang Lin came to the door of Shumozhai and slowly pushed it open.
There was a slight click and the big men looked over.
The authors continued writing without even looking up.
This time, Yang Siming didn't even stop writing.
After repeated expectations and disappointments, he began to think sadly.
Lord Wuchang might have forgotten him.
He may never be able to leave here again...
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the door.
"I'm here to pick someone up."
Yang Siming's hand holding the pen trembled.
The last stroke of the word "道" on the white paper was drawn far away with a "swish".
He had imagined this moment countless times in his mind.
He also secretly rehearsed in his mind what he would do when Lord Wuchang came.
He would definitely throw away the pen in his hand, kick the stool under his butt, and then vent his anger on the big men around him.
Then he said, "I'm leaving!"
However, when the moment really came, none of Yang Siming's ideas were implemented.
He sat on the stool, trembling and excited.
"Master Wuchang, please come in!"
"He is right here, and these are the manuscripts he wrote in the past few days."
The big men gathered around and respectfully handed over a pile of manuscripts written on white paper.
"It's not a lot, only about 200,000 or 300,000 words."
The big man in the lead felt a little embarrassed.
Lord Wuchang handed the author over to them, but they only urged him to write these few words.
Sure enough, they still need to work harder in the future.
Seeing the piles of manuscripts in the hands of the big men, the netizens were shocked.
Handwritten, seven days, two or three hundred thousand words?
Oh shit!
"I couldn't believe my eyes! Is this something the authors could do?"
"As expected, as long as you push for updates, nothing is impossible (dog head)."
For a moment, readers were excited.
But the authors in the world couldn't hold it in any longer and came out one after another to explain.
If they don't come out now, there will probably be a team of people urging them to update their works.
"I'm writing a novel. Don't be fooled by the paper manuscript in front of you. A normal person can't write so much!"
"If I just write randomly it might work, but the requirement for quality, this much is killing me!"
“That’s right!”
"Hahahahaha, the authors are starting to panic. Tell us the titles of the books quickly so we can go take a look."
“…”
In the live broadcast, Jiang Lin put away the manuscripts and looked at Yang Siming.
Yang Siming tightly grasped the pen in his hand and turned around tremblingly.
He fell to his knees with a thump.
I was so excited that tears streamed down my face.
“Lord Wu Wuchang! You’re finally here!”
Yang Siming cried and howled, crawling towards the door with a pen in his hand.
He will leave this door today.
And never come back!
There is no need to worry about not finishing the novel of the day, nor to think about whether the mace will fall.
There is no need to worry about being carried back in after leaving this door.
Yang Siming came in front of Jiang Lin and looked up at him.
"Master Wuchang, please take me away!"
"I don't want to stay here anymore... I've figured it out. Reincarnation is what a dead soul like me should do. Woohoo..."
Yang Siming cried so hard with tears and snot.
Finally, I can finally leave here.
The moment has finally arrived.
Forget about taking out his anger on the big men, he couldn't think of anything else now.
Only the most instinctive desire to survive remains: get out of here!
Looking at Yang Siming's expression, Jiang Lin turned and walked out the door.
"Let's go."
“Hmmmm!”
Yang Siming quickly stood up and followed Lord Wuchang out.
This moment is like a new life!
He looked at the pen in his hand and threw it away.
In his next life, he must never write anything again!
“Hahahaha, so true!”
"If it were me, I would probably want to curse right now."
"I can't imagine writing so many words by hand in seven days. It's pretty impressive."
Friends in the live broadcast room sighed with emotion.
After sending Yang Siming to the underworld, Jiang Lin looked at the piles of paper manuscripts and suddenly had an idea.
This thing...
It also belongs to the underworld, right?
Just implement it when you think of it.
Jiang Lin returned to the cabin, took out some manuscripts and spread them on the ground, then pointed the camera in the live broadcast room at those manuscripts.
"The sequel to the novel you want to read." he said.
If this works, then I can release these manuscripts when I have nothing to do in the future.
Not only can you complete your daily live broadcast tasks, you can also go to the practice room to practice.
But soon, Jiang Lin discovered that he could only live broadcast for half an hour at most.
After half an hour, the time of the daily live broadcast task stopped.
But half an hour is fine, it 's better than nothing.
“Thank you, host!”
"I'm so awesome! I'm actually reading hellish literature!"
"This novel is going to be a hit! If it's not, I'll eat shit!"
"Fuck! Just because of what you said above, I will never search for this novel! I'll help you!"
"plus one!"
In the live broadcast room, viewers were reading novels, and those who were not reading were chatting in the room.
Anyway, in this live broadcast room, even if you don’t talk, you can still see a lot of fun things.
Everyone who posts barrage is a talent!
…
Shumozhai.
After Yang Siming left, the big men held the copies , still somewhat reluctant to leave.
"Oh, it would be great if he stayed here. Maybe we could see other new and interesting stories."
"We can't help it. He was brought here by Lord Wuchang, and we dare not keep him!"
The big men felt regretful.
I finally saw a good story, but it's a pity that it's not the complete version.
Sitting on the other side of the seat, Xu Asan finished writing six thousand words and stopped writing.
Hearing the conversation between the big men, he walked over to take a look.
"show me?"
Although the big men usually urge for more updates, they still respect the authors who can write stories.
Seeing that Xu Asan was taking a break, they handed him the copy written by Yang Siming without saying a word.
There are many ghosts in the underworld who read novels. Every time the authors finish writing, they will copy it immediately for backup.
We will wait until the time comes to distribute them to readers outside.
So, they also kept a copy of what Yang Siming wrote.
Xu Asan took the manuscript and didn't walk far. He squatted at the door and started reading it.
He had always heard the big men marveling at it before, but this was the first time he saw Yang Siming's work.
As he watched, Xu Asan's expression changed.
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