This strange behavior made Xiang Ling a little stunned, if she changed her world, she didn't buy the goods after seeing them, and threw them on the ground, those vendors would have to pull themselves to ask for a price, so that they couldn't buy the things.

Now seeing that the stall owner was indifferent, Xiang Ling was embarrassed, but she would never dare to buy the necklace, so she walked over, picked up a small snakeskin pocket on the shop, and said magnificently, "Boss, I want this pocket, and the account will be recorded on the Dihuang Pavilion." ”

Speaking of Dihuang Pavilion, the stall owner raised his head slightly, his gaze glanced at the yellow shirt on Du Kang's body beside Xiang Ling, lowered his eyebrows a few times, and continued to lower his head without saying a word.

"This boss, how did you do this business, you didn't even say a word!" Xiang Ling saw that the stall owner didn't react, and knew that he agreed, but his thunderous silence made her a little uncomfortable.

"Have you bought it? Once we bought it, we left. Zhou Su stepped forward, took the snakeskin pocket in Xiang Ling's hand directly, and put it in his pocket, "This is a good thing, let's give it to our little fox." ”

"You -----" Xiang Ling was quite annoyed by Zhou Su's habit of always taking the favor of others, but when she heard him say that it was for Liu Jing, she did it, and it was not her own money that was spent anyway.

"Are you looking for something good?" Not far from the shop, Xiang Ling and his party came to them with their heads bowed and a man in a linen coat with a hat bowed.

"What are you going to do!" Xiang Ling looked at the person in confusion, his eyes were slightly stunned.

The radio waves on this person's body are flowing slightly.

Moreover, not only him, but also Zhou Su, Du Kang, Xue Xue, and the man, the radio waves on his body began to move, and although the radio waves on his body could not be seen, there was no need to ask, it must be flowing.

In other words, what will happen next is that the consciousness of the author is dominant, and they can only be a follower.

"Hey, what's going to happen again!" Xiang Ling discovered this phenomenon, and Zhou Su naturally knew about it.

"I'm just taking you to see the real baby!" The man slowly looked up.

"You------ you don't ------ -------- face." Xiang Ling couldn't help but gasp when he saw the hollow above the man's shoulders.

"People, how can you have no face!" Before Xiang Ling could take a closer look at the strange face, a face suddenly flashed in the empty hat of the person opposite.

That face, which looks like a young man's face, is white and plain, with sharp edges and corners, and at first glance, it is quite good-looking.

It's just that no matter how good-looking the face is, this sudden appearance, anyone will be more or less frightened, Xiang Ling looked at the face in front of him, and his heart pounded uncontrollably.

What's going on? Isn't this a fantasy world? How does it look like a ghost story?

"Can I go now?" The man was a little stunned when he saw Xiang Ling, and smiled at Xiang Ling, his eyes revealing a kind of expectation.

"Let's go, I want to see what you pretending to be ghosts are up to!" Xiang Ling said with a grin.

Seeing Xiang Ling agreeing so readily, the man seemed to be relieved, he made a gesture of invitation, then turned around, and led the way.

"Are you really going?" Zhou Su couldn't help but feel a little strange when he saw that Xiang Ling agreeing to that person's request so simply. He walked over to Xiang Ling, who was walking with the man, and asked softly.

Zhou Su's words made Xiang Ling suddenly stunned.

Just said that she was going to go, but she completely rushed out, in fact, her heart refused this strange invitation. "I don't want to go either, but why do you want to go?" Xiang Ling was puzzled, and looked at Zhou Su as if asking for help.

Zhou Su glanced at Xiang Ling steadily, then sighed, his expression became unusually solemn, "You said something against your heart, because what you said was the author's intention, and we can't disobey it." ”

"What does the author mean? Do you mean that we are all at the mercy of others and not under our own control? Zhou Su's words made Xiang Ling's heart chuckle.

"That's all there is to it. However, although those words are meant by the author, in reality we only think that the idea is our own. All decisions are also made from our hearts, and this is the result of the author's strong consciousness poured into us. Although it is very likely that you can reverse the author's intentions with your ability, I advise you to be obedient. The author has already thought about the next response to this sentence and the follow-up plot brought by this sentence when asking each character to speak, and if the original meaning is suddenly changed and a sentence comes out that the author was not prepared for, then the originally planned plot will be confused, which is what the author often calls Kavin. Once the author is gone, the author will often give up writing, and the plot will drag on for too long, and if you are unlucky, if you meet a lazy author, you may abandon the text permanently, then the novel world he originally built will be completely frozen, and all the characters in the novel world will lose their lives, which is a very serious matter. ”

"There is such a thing?" Xiang Ling was taken aback, he didn't expect that a small sentence would bring such serious consequences.

She remembered that when she was writing online articles, there were many like-minded authors cheering together at the beginning, but because of excessive false propaganda and packaging, people who didn't go in saw a few very few gods with beautiful scenery, so they wanted to go in one by one, but when they really went in, because of the huge gap between reality and ideals, not many people could insist. The authors who used to encourage each other with themselves are now less than 10%, and most of them have abandoned their writings.

It's just that what Xiang Ling thought was very simple, abandon the text and abandon the text, it's not a big deal, but now according to Zhou Su's statement, once the author abandons the text, the entire novel world will freeze, how terrifying will it be?

When the world freezes, does your consciousness also freeze? It means that you can't go back.

sighed in his heart, Xiang Ling let out a sigh of relief, fortunately the articles he wrote were finished, in case he also abandoned the articles because of his dismal grades, how could he be worthy of the people in this world? Although they are virtual, after all, they have already felt this real existence, and even if they are virtual, they have virtual emotions.

"That's not right!" Xiang Ling thought a lot in his heart, but suddenly realized a problem, "The radio waves in our body now are all flowing, and all actions and words are subject to the author, but the words we just said are all our subjective consciousness speaking, and it cannot be part of the plot of the author's novel, so how should we explain it!" ”

Zhou Su smiled and said, "You forget, after the author creates a character, the character has his own consciousness, not all behaviors are in accordance with the author's consciousness, only when the author needs this person, at a specific time and place, he will act according to the author's consciousness, and the rest of the time is in accordance with his own autonomous consciousness." Because when the author writes the plot, he just writes a rough idea and promotes the flow of the entire plot, he will not write down every sentence that everyone says, nor will he affect the consciousness of all the characters in every aspect. Zhou Su said as he glanced at the man in white shirt standing at the back, "For example, that guy is the main character of the author's pen, but the author will only think of him when the plot needs it, when he needs the scene where he appears, and the rest of the time, he acts autonomously according to the character the author gave him." Otherwise, according to your logic, everything has to be set up by the author, so that man gets up every morning, washes and eats, does the author have to explain everything in detail, that is impossible. ”

Zhou Su patiently popularized the world of the novel with Xiang Ling, although there were still some doubts in the middle, but Xiang Ling understood the general knowledge.

"In other words, the author is not omnipotent, he is only responsible for the part of the people and things he needs, and other people or things are completed by the independent consciousness of the characters."

"Not bad!" Zhou Su saw that Xiang Ling understood the meaning of his words, and felt very satisfied.

"We're here!"

Zhou Su and Xiang Ling were whispering as if no one was around, but they suddenly found that the person leading the way in front of them had stopped.

Xiang Ling ended Zhou Su's conversation, and his eyes subconsciously looked ahead.

In front of them, there was a wide clearing, and there was not a single building, not even a single grass.

"What kind of place is this? Are you sure we're here? Xiang Ling looked at this place that could be described as a hair-wrenching, and looked at the person suspiciously.

"I'm sure, we're here." The man turned around and smiled at Xiang Ling, then turned around again and walked forward again.

"What kind of place is this? It's empty, what did he bring us here for? Xiang Ling was strange.

Du Kang had been accompanying the man in white shirt to walk at the end of the line, and when he saw Xiang Ling stunned, he stepped forward and said, "This is not empty, this is a residence." ”

"Residence? Where do you come from? Xiang Ling rubbed his eyes vigorously, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he was still empty opposite.

"Is it my hallucination? There's nothing in front of me? Xiang Ling was sure that he had seen nothing, and looked at Du Kang in confusion.

"Soon it will be." This time, it was Zhou Su next to him who was talking.