Magic City.

In a small apartment, a fat man, drunk and drunk, took out the key and was about to open the door.

"Grandma's, I'm also an editor-in-chief, why look down on me!!"

"Drag, I'm an editor."

The fat man kicked the door open.

After taking a shower, the little fat man opened his laptop and logged in to the editing background, which read:

Supernatural Editor-in-Chief: Chubby

Editor-in-charge: None

Thinking of the words of the editor-in-chief, Chubby burst into tears, his dream since he was a child was to be a writer, but unfortunately his talent was too poor and he became an editor-in-chief.

However, if he has zero writing talent, his talent as an editor is minus 100.

Originally, the online literature in this world was in decline, and the supernatural was even more niche, and in recent months, he has only received a few submissions.

Yesterday, the editor-in-chief had already spoken, and he would completely merge the supernatural classification into suspense, and he, the editor-in-chief, should also go back to the countryside to farm.

"Wozhi, it's another dream!! If you write a ghost story, you'll die, either mentally ill or vegetative dreaming. ”

"I'm a Buddha."

Chubby scratched his ears and cheeks, looking like he had nothing to love, looking at the few submissions.

"Forget it, the supernatural novel is scrapped, and the horse gas continent next door is the first best-selling list."

"That guy Lao Li, I don't know how many times I've won the bonus, I'm envious."

Xiaopang sighed, and was about to close the computer, it is not easy to be a social animal!

Suddenly.

The last review message attracted him, "Hey, the title of this book is very awesome, but I don't know what the content is?" ”

Xiaopang clicked on the review, and it said Author: The Most Handsome Shortbread, Title: "Ghost Blowing the Lamp".

Xiaopang had already thought about it, if he was still mentally ill and made up a few stories, he would carry a forty-meter knife and rush to the author's house.

Let him run thirty-nine first, and then send him to make up a story with God with a knife.

"Ancient civilizations, lost treasures, mysterious tombs."

Xiao Fat read these words, his heart was shocked, and he immediately sat upright, putting away his playful expression.

Although he has poor writing talent, as a senior editor, he manages the entire supernatural novel by himself, and his ability... That's still a little bit.

Just these three sentences are enough to arouse most people's curiosity about this book, and this is everyone's writing.

"Hiss~~~ Jade Emperor, Grandpa Pangu, Sister Nuwa, Sanqing Ancestor, God Dad, Little Fat, I'm kowtowing to you here."

"Don't be a mentally ill person dreaming, please."

Chubby solemnly clasped his hands together, his body trembled with nervousness, and closed his eyes and prayed.

Mouse gradually move down:

"A 36-character Tianxing Secret Technique, three generations of Jinxiao Lieutenants, the protagonist Hu Bayi, in the bizarre and mysterious underground world, explore mysterious ancient tombs."

"What is the nine-story demon tower under the Kunlun Great Glacier? Do the strange bloody eyes and the resurrected demon queen in the depths of the desert really exist? What is the holy relic that the mountain movers have been looking for for generations? ”

"Chapter 1: The Blank Paper Man."

"My grandfather's name is Hu Guohua, and the ancestor of the Hu family is a famous landowner in ten miles and eight townships......"

Minute by minute.

Only the creaking and screeching of the chair were heard, and Chubby swallowed a few mouthfuls of spit, and there was nowhere to put his hands.

"Bang".

"Ahh Chubby screamed instantly, and goosebumps all over his body rose.

There were rows of fine sweat on his forehead, and he didn't dare to look anywhere else, staring at the light from the computer.

"Chubby, what are you, I'm your Uncle Wang, do you have soy sauce to lend me."

A deep voice came, and Chubby breathed a sigh of relief and ran to the kitchen to get soy sauce.

Doorway.

"Uncle Wang, why are you knocking on my door in the middle of the night, it scares me to death." Fatty handed over the soy sauce and said speechlessly.

Uncle Wang is a middle-aged uncle, with a pair of glasses and polite manners, he saw that the little fat was sweating profusely, his hands were trembling, and his eyes were dull.

Naturally, they understand in seconds~~~ are all adults.

"Little fatty, Uncle Wang is also from here, you are still young, be modest!!"

"Look at your hands, how are they shaking? Tsk, you can't do it, I think you Uncle Wang, that's called a.."

Uncle Wang patted Xiaopang's shoulder and said earnestly.

Chubby: "??? Temperance?? Reading a novel also has to be temperate, there is no human rights?? ”

"It's good to do it yourself, be careful that you can't pay the public food in the future." Uncle Wang showed a meaningful smile, pinched his face, and turned to leave.

Chubby's face darkened, Nima, where's my knife?

He looked down and saw why his hands were shaking so much, and he was scared like this.

Ten minutes later.

"it, broken dog!! What about the plot after the avalanche? Why is it gone?? ”

Xiao Fat slapped his thigh violently, and his heart seemed to be scratched by a cat's paws.

He finally knew that those readers were looking up, and suddenly they didn't feel the following!!

"Chubby, I'm going to spiral to heaven!! This novel is definitely a phenomenal masterpiece!! ”

"Approved!!"

"Signing station short delivery!!"

Chubby snapped down the two buttons, closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and smiled lewdly.

He closed the doors and windows around him, and covered the quilt tightly, so that he dared to sleep.

.......

Love Apartments, 3601.

Chen Meijia and Lu Ziqiao's room.

In the middle of the night, a ray of ghostly light came out of the quilt, and there was the sound of teeth chattering.

"Lu Ziqiao!! What are you doing!! If you shake me again, I'll squirt you to death with a mouthful of salt soda! ”

Chen Meijia finally couldn't stand it anymore, lifted the quilt, and glared at Lu Ziqiao, who was curled up.

"Old.... Wife, I.... I'm fine, you... Keep sleeping, I'm fine. ”

Lu Ziqiao curled up, his voice trembling, as if he had brain cramps.

"The old lady sprayed you to death with a mouthful of salt soda, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing with your mobile phone!!"

"Isn't it that you have a woman outside, afraid that I know, oh~~ You big bastard."

Chen Meijia saw Lu Ziqiao's nervous appearance, her eyes were hazy with tears in an instant, and the big pillow fell down.

Lu Ziqiao immediately sat up, held his mobile phone, and looked at her very seriously: "Wife, you... Are you afraid of ghosts? ”

"Ghosts??" Chen Meijia waved her hand and sneered, "The old lady is the Buddha, the god blocks and kills the god, the Buddha blocks and kills the Buddha, you pervert has been subdued by me, do you think I will be afraid?" ”

"Okay, you said it!"

Lu Ziqiao nodded, handed him the phone, and then covered himself with the quilt, his body trembling.

Ten minutes later.

"Old.... Husband, you.... Are you still alive? You're not a blank slate, are you!! ”

"I... I'm afraid, do you think there will be a female corpse here? ”

Lu Ziqiao's face was flushed, and Chen Meijia hugged him tightly, fighting fiercely.

"I... Let's not sleep, Lü's Spring and Autumn Records say that if you encounter this kind of thing, don't sleep, just wait until dawn. ”

Lu Ziqiao and Chen Meijia hugged each other tightly, looking ahead with a creepy look.

.....

It's dawn.

"Ahhh!!hhh It's dawn, it's liberated, rush!! ”

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