It was as if someone had pushed me hard, and I fell out of my chair to the ground.

I scrambled to my feet and sat on the bed staring at the computer that crackled again.

That was the first time I felt the presence of ghosts so truly. It doesn't communicate with me, it doesn't seem to want to harm me, it just takes over my computer, and it writes stories that happened 400 years ago, and moreover, stories that we don't know...

I can't understand all the classical Chinese, and I can't write the original text, anyway, the general meaning is like this:

"The world says that the Ming Dynasty was buried in the hands of eunuchs, but in fact it is not like that. After Emperor Chongzhen killed Wei Zhongxian, the Donglin Party was revived, and the Confucian ministers only knew how to talk loudly, but they blamed each other on the national situation of external and internal troubles, which led to the peasant uprising of the Manchu Qing and Li Zicheng outside the Guan.

In the end, Chongzhen realized the unreliability of the literati, and wanted to change but found that there was no one around him, so he had to send eunuchs to supervise the army in various places. But there are good and evil in people, and eunuchs are also human beings, and there are also good and bad. It is true that some eunuchs delay the fighter plane and make a big mistake for their own selfish desires, but not everyone is the same. History has scandalized the image of all eunuchs, which is unfair.

The Battle of Songjin lasted three years, the Ming army was 130,000, and the whole army was annihilated. Governor Hong Chengchou surrendered, and several commanders were martyred, but no one mentioned that several eunuchs of the overseer army at that time also refused to surrender and died. It is unrighteousness to know only to criticize and not to know righteousness.

In the current world, the same traitors are in charge, but no one dares to be angry, let alone speak. Righteous people are rare, but they are bullied, blindly seeking peace, and the land is difficult to recover, which is disloyal. ”

Anyway, it is all kinds of dissatisfaction with modern times, people, feelings, law, and country, all of which are critical words.

I just sat and watched, afraid to do nothing, unable to do anything. Because I don't know when I found that my body couldn't move, and all my senses were there, but I was completely out of my control.

There was more and more text on the computer, nearly 10,000 words, and then, and then it was sent.

After a month of interruption, my novel uploaded such a thing.

I can't remember what happened afterward, but I felt my eyelids sink deeper and deeper, and I fell asleep in bed.

The moment I closed my eyes, I vaguely smelled the unique smell...

Early the next morning, I was woken up by the sound of a QQ message.

My editor woke me up with more than forty comments "scolding":

"Do you have in your head? Write about that mess? Are you aware that is reactionary rhetoric? If you want to die, die quickly, don't bother me! ”

"I've already taken it down for you, why don't you send me a new chapter today, otherwise Lao Tzu and you won't be finished!"

。。。。

It's probably that kind of stuff, I remember, I did see these words last night, but I was in a trance, and I wasn't sure if I wrote it myself. Fortunately, very few people read my book, and it didn't make any difference, otherwise I'm afraid I would have been humanely destroyed.

One more thing, don't take freedom of speech too seriously. The former car "Fortune Sword" is the master of the future!

I've always felt that it's not that simple, otherwise it wouldn't have been necessary to write those things in my novels, wouldn't it be better to get them directly in the news broadcast?

I had been reading the book that my grandmother had left me for the past few days, trying to find something useful for me in it, and to my despair, there were hardly a few words I knew. At that moment, I felt like all these years of tuition were a waste!

In the evening, I smelled that smell again, the smell of that thing I met in the mountains that night, and I was pretty sure. Even now, I can vividly remember the stench, and I feel sick just thinking about it.

But I didn't encounter anything abnormal for a few days, until Shen Mo found me.

When I saw her, I was shocked.

The eye sockets are deep-set, and the description is withered, as if there is a serious illness.

On top of that, I smell that stink on her!

When she saw me, she seemed to grasp the straw that saved her life, and she clung to me and refused to let go.

I wanted to ask her what was going on, but as soon as I opened my mouth, her emotions immediately went wild.

Hitting the wall like crazy, I quickly held her down, and I vaguely saw injuries on her arms as I pulled.

I flickered for a moment, then ripped off her coat.

She had only one lingerie underneath, and her bare skin was covered in criss-crossing scars.

Each wound was not deep, it seemed to be cut by a fingernail, and a foul smell emanated from those wounds.

Obviously, the thing didn't want her life, but instead used her as a toy, playing a game of cat and mouse.

I felt my anger start to burn in an instant.

I turned around and went to the idol, even though I didn't even know what to call it, let alone what I was supposed to do.

But soon I was desperate to find that the idol was gone!

I guess I lost it when I ran down the mountain that day.

To be honest, I was very depressed at the time, not because I expected the idol to protect me, but because I lost something that my grandmother had told me to keep!

At that time, I was really carried away by anger, so I immediately picked up the sharp knife used to remove meat on the table, pulled Shen Mo and walked out.

But the door won't open!

I was startled, turned around and pushed the window.

Suddenly it was pitch black in the room.

My hand had just touched the window when suddenly a man appeared in my sight.

Head on chest!

Malegobi! Lao Tzu fought with you!

It was the most courageous thing I've ever done in my life.

I pushed open the window and jumped out, the sharp knife in my hand was forty centimeters long, and I raised my hand and stabbed it.

But it seemed to be stuck on the iron plate, and his hand slipped and scratched his tiger's mouth.

Blood dripped down the handle of the knife and fell to the ground, and the thing seemed to swallow a saliva.

At the time, I only saw two results:

One is to be eaten alive by it.

The second is to die and be eaten by it.

I would like to choose the second option.

So I pounced on it again, and the thing seemed to be playing tricks on me, allowing me to stab myself with a "ding" sound.

Maybe it's because of my personality, I'm naturally stubborn, and the more frustrated I am, the more I refuse to admit defeat.

The thing's playfulness fueled my anger even more, and the knife in my hand stabbed it like crazy.

After a while, I couldn't hold the knife in my right hand, so I put the knife in my left hand, and the thing just turned its head over.

I didn't think much of it, and I raised my hand and slapped it on its tattered face.

Blood splattered.

I was overjoyed, and then I realized that it was my own fucking blood!