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Lanling City settled.

An Hongyu couldn't get enough of closing the "most supernatural".

At the same time, he turned on the microcast, took a photo of the cover of "The Smallest Story" and sent it, and wrote with emotion, "Sure enough, it is a second-tier supernatural genius writer leisurely, and the supernatural novels written are always so special, like a cup of pure milk tea, just smelling it makes me feel sweet and rich, and after reading it, it is even more unsatisfying, today, have any of you gone to the leisurely signing meeting?"

"Went on. ”

"Hahaha, I like to be laid-back, too. ”

"An Dada, you finally posted a micro-broadcast! It turns out that you also watch the most supernatural?"

"I went! I can testify that Youran herself is really super beautiful! I have now completely become a fan of Youran. ”

"I just watched "The Ghost in the Dark" today, highly recommended!

After the fall of Mo Shaofeng, many reviewers of magazines or novels began to emerge on Weibo, and An Hongyu was one of them.

Although he has only been playing self-media for a short time, he is now also a small broadcaster with hundreds of thousands of fans.

Seeing so many fans interacting with him, An Hongyu felt great satisfaction in his heart, and if he wanted to sum it up in one word, this feeling would be...... Refreshing!

The comments are still increasing, although he knows that he can't finish it, but An Hongyu is still happily flipping through it.

Five-of-a-kind.

Ten of a kind.

Fifteen.

Thirty articles.

The content of the comments is mostly the same, and An Hongyu didn't look at it very carefully.

However, just as he closed the comment section, there were several comments that caught his eye.

"Although Youran wrote it well this time, it still feels a little less interesting than "Corpse Transformation". ”

"Did you watch "Corpse Change" upstairs? I was scared to pee! I highly recommend people with strong tolerance to watch "Corpse Change"."

"Although Youran is a second-tier writer, I feel that in terms of pen power, I am far less stable than Chenyang, although the latter is not so high on the famous Internet. ”

"The real supernatural! I will definitely regret not watching it!"

"After watching "Corpse Transformation", I finally understood why Chenyang classified "Fengshen List" as a torrent, it really wasn't a supernatural! ”

"Predict that if there are a few more "Corpse Changes", I will have a heart attack!"

"I highly recommend An Da to comment on the next issue of the Night Whispering Story Meeting, and to comment on Chenyang's "Corpse Transformation" in an important way. ”

……

"Corpse mutiny?"

An Hongyu frowned.

Although he is a self-media, he has always hated those who advertise under his comments without asking the owner.

Even if Chenyang's popularity and number of fans on Weibo are beyond his reach, can this be a reason for him to condone fans to advertise?

Angry, An Hongyu wrote, "Chenyang fans, please don't come to my comment area to advertise, please use private messages to push books, it's really boring for you to write soft articles like this, I won't go to see any stories!PS: If the Yang God in your mouth is really confident, you won't condone fans to harass others unscrupulously!!"

Although An Hongyu's microcast fans are not very many, they are also fans, that is, there is no zombie number and there is no phenomenon of buying fans.

Before he didn't post this microbroadcast, fans didn't think there was anything to recommend novels, because anyone would do this, and it was actually nothing if someone came to push it with Chenyang's fame.

But now that An Hongyu said this, fans immediately became indignant and helped An Hongyu to those who recommended Chenyang's novel.

"That's right, Chenyang fans, please don't come and harass us!"

"Hehe, do you need fans to be so busy recommending it if you write well? ”

"I wanted to see this a few days ago, but I didn't want to watch it at all as soon as I was recommended by you fans, Chenyang is a hype monster!"

"A fifth-tier writer is a fart! Chenyang has no market at all if it is not hyped, and fans are also well versed in it, every time they publish a new book or something, they start to scare others, come on, there is a kind of scolding!"

In less than fifty seconds, the book pushers who were attacked by the fans began to fight back.

"Hehe! It's really funny, we just saw the book and came to leave a message to push, and you still scare people?

"Originally, I thought that An Yu was different from other fiction magazine self-media people, but now it seems to be the same superficial. ”

"Garbage!

"Is it good to push books with tap water? Label them without asking, the first time you see this kind of person, do you have paranoia about being victimized?"

The war of scolding is about to break out.

The two sides quarreled.

At the same time, An Hongyu's micro-broadcast attracted the largest de-fanning in history.

Three hundred.

Five hundred.

Thousand.

Eye-piercing kung fu, An Hongyu's micro-broadcast has thousands of people taking off fans.

Seeing his hard-earned popularity fall like this, An Hongyu's intestines were full of regret.

Picking up the magazine that was placed next to the bed and ready to be used as a toilet reading material for the company tomorrow, An Hongyu couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Is this magazine really that good-looking?

Is it worth advertising it for your own fans?

What kind of story is this?

Thinking about it, An Hongyu opened the "Night Heart-Whispering Story Meeting" along the catalog.

……

[An old man in Yangxin County, who lives in Caidian in this county. This village is five or six miles away from the county seat. Father and son opened a small roadside shop for passing merchants. There are a few coachmen, who come and go to sell things, and often live in this shop.

One day at sunset, four coachmen came to stay at the shop, but the shop was already full. They estimated that there was nowhere to go and insisted on staying]

"Cut, what's this, isn't it just four people living in the hotel?"

As soon as he watched a paragraph, An Hongyu pouted.

Of course, he knows very well that his current disdain is just angry that he just made a micro-broadcast indiscriminately that made many fans lose their fans.

But if objectively speaking, such an opening is enough to whet everyone's appetite, and such a bland beginning will be refreshing.

After all, nine times out of ten, the supernatural will be connected with the power of all things, and the fashion will be related to the system, and the protagonist has a plug-in of the system and the power of all things in his head at every turn, as if it can't go on without a narration story.

This is true for long stories, and it is also true for short stories.

The protagonist and the supernatural are only connected with various powers.,In the end of writing, everyone seems to have done nothing.,It's just groping forward in the process of finding power.,It looks like it's supernatural.,But in fact?

It's really boring.

Even the feeling of coming back to find the king when the queen died in "Fengshen Bang" is not as good.

Thinking of "Fengshen List", An Hongyu began to be depressed again, why was he so impulsive just now, what kind of micro-broadcast did he post!

While depressed, An Hongyu continued to read.

……

[The old man thought for a while and thought of a place to stay, but I'm afraid the guests are not satisfied.

The guest said: "Any cottage is fine, I don't dare to choose." At that time, the old man's daughter-in-law had just died, the body was parked in a hut, and the son had not yet returned from going out to buy a coffin. The old man walked through the streets and led the guests to the little house. 】

[When the guests entered the house, they saw a dim oil lamp on the table, a tent behind the table, and a paper quilt covering the deceased, and looked at their residence, which was on the Chase bunk in the small room, and the four of them were tired and very sleepy all the way, and they just put their heads on the pillow and fell asleep. 】

[Only one of them was still hazy and not asleep, and suddenly he heard a sound on the spiritual bed, and quickly opened his eyes and saw that the lamp was bright in front of the spirit, and he saw things clearly.

Then the female corpse lifted the quilt and got up, then got out of bed and slowly entered their room. The female corpse had a pale golden face and a raw silk tied on her forehead, walked to the front of the bunk, leaned over and blew three breaths at each of them. 】

[The guest was so frightened that he was afraid of blowing to himself, so he secretly covered his head with a quilt, and didn't even dare to breathe, and listened quietly. After a while, the female corpse really came over and blew him three times like someone else. He felt that the female corpse had walked out of the room, and when he heard the sound of paper quilts, he reached out and peeked, and saw the female corpse lying there as it was. 】

[The guest was so frightened that he didn't dare to make a sound, and secretly kicked the other three with his feet, but the three remained motionless. He had nothing to do, so he thought to himself that he might as well put on his clothes and run away! The guest quickly retracted his head into the quilt, felt that the female corpse was coming again, and blew him several times in a row before leaving. After a while, I heard the sound of the mourning bed again, and knew that the female corpse was lying down again. 】

[He slowly felt his clothes in the quilt and put them on, got up suddenly, and ran out barefoot. At this time, the female corpse also got up, as if to chase him. By the time she left the tent, the guest had opened the door and ran out, followed by the female corpse. 】

[The guests shouted as they ran, but no one in the village heard them.] I wanted to knock on the shopkeeper's door, but I was afraid that I wouldn't have time to be caught up by the female corpse, so I ran as fast as I could along the road leading to the county seat. When I arrived in the eastern suburbs, I saw a temple and heard the sound of knocking on the wooden fish, so the guests hurriedly knocked on the temple door. But the Taoist priest was surprised, thinking that the situation was abnormal, and refused to open the door in time to let him in. 】

[He turned around, and the female corpse had already been chased, and it was only a foot away. The guests were even more scared. There was a big poplar tree outside the temple gate, and the tree was four or five feet around, so he used the tree to block his body. When the female corpse came from the right, he hid to the left, and when he came from the left, he hid to the right, and the female corpse became angrier. At this time, both sides were sweating and very tired. The female corpse suddenly stopped, and the guests gasped and hid behind the trees. Suddenly, the female corpse rose up and stretched out her arms to catch the merchant across the tree. The guests were immediately intimidated. The female corpse failed to catch the person and stood there holding the tree. 】

[The Taoist priest listened for a long time, and then heard that there was no movement outside the temple, and then slowly walked out of the temple gate. I saw the guest lying on the ground, and when he took the lamp, he was already dead. But touching his heart, there was still a little pulse, so he carried it to the temple, and it took the whole night for the guest to wake up. Feed some soup and ask what's going on. The guest said it as it was. At this time, the temple morning bell had struck, and the sky was already dark. The Taoist priest went out and looked at the tree again, and sure enough, he saw a female corpse standing there. The Taoist priest was shocked and immediately reported to the county magistrate. The county magistrate personally came to inspect the body and asked someone to pull out the woman's two hands, but they couldn't pull it out firmly. If you look closely, the four fingers of the left and right hands of the female corpse are like steel hooks and are deeply caught into the tree, and even the nails are inserted into it. I asked a few people to pull it out, and I saw that the marks on her nails were like chiseled holes. The county official ordered the official to inquire about the old man's shop, only to learn that the female corpse was gone, and the other three guests in the hotel had died, and people were talking about it. The official told the old man the reason, and the old man followed the official to the temple and carried the female corpse back.

The guest cried and said to the county magistrate, "The four of us came out together, and now that I am going back alone, how can I make the villagers believe me?" The magistrate wrote him a letter of proof, and gave him some silver to send him back. 】

……

The night was dark.

On the bed of An's family, An Hongyu held the "Night Storytelling Story" and couldn't come back to his senses from the story for a long time.

Hotel.

Old man.

Dead daughter-in-law.

Four guests on the way.

A Taoist knocking on a wooden fish in the temple.

He looked out the window at the night, as if the individual character in the book was jumping in his mind, what had he just experienced?

Running away from the hotel?

Escape under the supervision of a female corpse?

For a long time, An Hongyu didn't know whether he was in the modern era or came back from that murderous night under the leadership of the power of all things.

Taking a deep breath, An Hongyu turned on the microbroadcast, and now he finally knows why those fans would highly recommend this story!

……

11 o'clock.

Capital University.

208 female dormitories.

Xu Jing and Fang Mengmeng were crowded on a bed, and under the light, the faces of several girls were pale, and Fang Mengmeng, who was the least courageous, was still trembling slightly.

Wang Yujie: "Xu ...... Xu Jing, don't squeeze me. ”

Xu Jing: "Who squeezed you? It's clear that the boss is leaning on your side." ”

Zhang Jia: "I feel cold, can't you lean over?"

Fang Mengmeng: "It's all Xu Jing's fault, why don't you let us read such a terrifying novel." ”

Xu Jing said aggrievedly, "Who let you see it, it was because of your own curiosity that you ...... I just saw it. ”

Fang Mengmeng said, "Then if you don't be scared like that, can we be curious to see it?" ”

Xu Jing said, "How can you blame me, it's clearly that Chenyang, I like him so much, what kind of "Corpse Transformation" he wrote! I won't like him anymore!"

Wow!

The dorm lights are out.

Almost at the same time as darkness fell, from a window in the women's dormitory, several girls erupted into the most terrible screams in the history of the capital university with the milk energy they had accumulated for more than twenty years......

Yet tonight.

An Hongyu is not a special case.

Xu Jing's reaction is not a special case.

Because in many places in China, there are many people like them.

Or because I didn't bother to turn to this one, but I suddenly came back to my senses after ten minutes and found that my back was already soaked with sweat, or I opened this article with some purpose and expectation, but I was so frightened that I couldn't help myself because I saw the female corpse chasing the guests, and even in the end, I couldn't let go.

Many people on the Internet are promoting, but no one has made specific statistics, how many people are acting as tap water tonight, let alone statistics, how many times have the words "Chenyang", "Night Heart-Talking Story Meeting", and "Liaozhai Corpse Change" have been mentioned in those post bars, forums, and microbroadcasts, PP groups.

But obviously, tonight, these three words have taken root in the hearts of many people and become irreplaceable!