There was silence for a moment.

The relatives and friends of the Wang family who came back to their senses were simply stunned - could it be that the words written by Mr. Wang are alive, no, it should be that the protagonists in the script are alive!

Fang Ruohua said with a smile: "Your family Zhaodi is very talented, she will continue to write your unfinished book, so that Hong Xing'er can be born smoothly." ”

Red Apricot is the heroine of the last unfinished book, with a bad fate, but a happy ending.

A few tears seemed to ooze from the corners of Mr. Wang's eyes, but it was only for a moment, and when he looked at it again, he was lying in the coffin, his eyes closed, and his face was slightly smiling, very gentle and quiet.

Those around him also disappeared into the sunlight.

Fang Ruohua waved his hand and motioned to continue.

The coffin is closed, and the coffin is raised!

This time it was very simple, and the coffin was easily lifted.

A funeral, earth-shattering at the beginning, and a peaceful end.

Wang Laozhang is eighty-seven, it is a joy and mourning, relatives and friends get together, eat and drink, and there is not much sadness, Zhao Di also broke free from grief, and sat beside Fang Ruohua obediently, Fang Ruohua smiled: "You Weng Weng really put his mind into writing and spent his mind, his words have spirit, and because he is old, one foot on the yin and yang world, before leaving, he actually saw the character in his text, it is a rare adventure, but because he can see it, he can't help but worry, the unfinished words make him uneasy, go uneasy, If you can be reborn safely, you don't have to worry. ”

Fang Ruohua and Zhanzhao sat in the corner drinking.

Those guests who came to attend the funeral of Uncle Wang were ready to move, and they seemed to want to have a relationship with Fang Ruohua, but in the end, they still had scruples, and they didn't dare to come forward to disturb, and the two of them were happy.

Wang Ergou knelt on the side in despair, no one cared about him, Zhanzhao was ready to turn around and return to the mansion to remove his fame.

Zhao Di is busy, most of the guests and friends who can come today already like Mr. Wang's works, otherwise they would not have made friends, after experiencing the play just now, it was like a dream, and they all wanted to take his old man's works home to treasure them, and did not hesitate to buy them at a high price.

A handwritten manuscript is worth 100 gold, and it can be exchanged for a small house in a better location in Kaifeng. Housing prices in Kaifeng have only risen but not fallen, and many serious officials have not been able to afford them in recent years.

Wang Ergou listened to those people's offers, looked at the tattered bookcase, knelt on the ground, and suddenly cried bitterly, crying heartbreakingly, his face was distorted, he knew that why he chose those terrible things, if he chose his father-in-law's manuscript, he would not be short of money for the rest of his life, and he covered his chest with pain and sighed!

Sure enough, the dog couldn't change the way he ate, so after a while, he forgot his fear and salivated the manuscript.

Zhao Di can't take care of him, she can't cry or laugh, and her heart is less painful, of course, let her sell Weng Weng's manuscript, that's impossible, this is Weng Weng's hard work, she still wants to hone and hone again, so she will continue to write the unfinished article for Weng Weng.

Fang Ruohua also had to admire the ancients' big hearts, the Chinese characters of the book were fine, and the protagonists were turned into people, and such things could also be accepted well, and they still yearned for it.

"What is this?"

Zhan Zhao was about to get up and leave, when he turned his head, he saw Fang Ruohua raising his hand, looking at something in the sun, and there was a small beast wrapped around his transparent white fingers, only the size of a thumb, and it looked a little like a fox, but its body was much rounder, its calves were very short, and its whole body was snow-white, like a fluffy ball.

"It's a word spirit, a kind of monster."

Zhanzhao pressed his forehead, turned around and left, "Go first, Kaifeng Mansion still has official business." "Monsters or something, resolutely don't listen or watch, he just follows Baofutai to handle the case honestly, those demons and monsters, ghosts and ghosts, or leave it to the new land god to deal with.

Fang Ruohua didn't mind, chuckled, and found a small room only the size of a palm from the sleeve of his clothes, the room was carved from jade, the tentacles were warm and very exquisite, the small round ball stretched his waist, and he rubbed it in, and snorted comfortably.

1275 shook his head with a smile: "There is really such a little thing, hey, the Shengde Gate is worthy of being a famous family in the Federation, and even the 'word spirit' banned by the government is raised casually, and he is not afraid that the disciple's plaything will lose his mind, and he accidentally broke the pet bottle and let it run away!" Well, when will I have such a majestic freedom, how nice it would be! ”

Fang Ruohua didn't think it was dangerous at all, she just thought it was very cute, who loved words could not love it?

This kind of character spirit monster is a kind of little demon cultivated by future cultivators purely for entertainment.

They are pinned on the books that are in the process of creation, and the writer cultivates it with her own painstaking efforts, inspiration, and all kinds of feelings that are concentrated on the end of the pen, and she will also make the writer's works full of vitality.

If the writer writes well, the reader reads such a living book, or even like reading a life, and really substitutes it into it, or happy or sad, unable to extricate himself, reading a book is like reading a whole world, that kind of excitement is absolutely addictive, it is even more enjoyable than taking drugs.

It is said that even so, it is just entertainment, in the cultivation world, it should not attract too much attention, and at the beginning, no one really cared, just as a plaything, but later there were dozens of cases, the books that raised the word spirit died for various reasons, and they could not be finished, and the readers of the books committed suicide in batches, and countless people suffered from depression, which is the power of mental tenacity, and they were also depressed for a long time, and they could not let go.

Many people were frightened, so they issued a ban and no longer allowed private individuals to raise this kind of little demon.

1275 sighed: "In fact, most of the books that have raised the spirit of the word are impossible not to finish, and the writer has to spend a lot of effort to feed it, where is he willing to let his beloved child die?" Strangling the characters who are already alive? It's not a last resort, everyone is reluctant. ”

It's not reluctant.

Fang Ruohua thought of Mr. Wang, the spirit of words must have been attracted by Mr. Wang's words, attached to his pen, nourished by his hard work, and slowly grew, making the characters in Mr. Wang's book come alive.

Zi Ling just acted instinctively, but he couldn't let go of his manuscripts even when Uncle Wang died.

Thinking about it this way, this is really a very dangerous little demon, but anyone who loves to write, who can resist its charm? Who doesn't want to work so hard to create a beloved article as it becomes alive?

Think about it, how amazing is it that the protagonist of our pen has a life of his own?

Carefully stuff the 'word spirit' back into a newly bought pet bottle, and plan to send the demon pets back to Shengdemen after they are caught.