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Liu Tong thought.

At this moment, Yang Chuying suddenly spoke.

"Let me die......"

This sentence surprised everyone for a while, but then they all understood.

Needless to say, you can understand how painful it can be to lose two close relatives in a row.

Especially Liu Tong. She lost her parents in a short period of time, the heart-rending pain, the impulse to follow them, is still unforgettable, and she also empathizes with Yang Chuying's pain at the moment.

If it weren't for the fact that she met Shi Yuan, she didn't know if she would still have the desire to survive.

"Sakura ......"

Liu Tong felt a heartache and held Yang Chuying's hand.

Her hands were as cold as a dead body.

"Let me die......" Yang kept repeating the phrase.

"Pick up the cherry, you listen to me," Liu Tong looked into Yang Cherry's eyes and said, "I can understand your pain, but you have to know that you still have parents." If even you die, don't you think they're too pitiful? You have to live well, try to live, even your brother and sister, and live together. ”

"Daddy...... Mother ......" Yang Chuying's eyes changed, and the blank look gradually disappeared.

She no longer looked sluggish, but lowered her head and said in a low voice: "Mom said that my sister and I are her angels, our brother, and the patron saints of angels......"

"Yes, yes, you are an angel to your parents."

"But now, my sister and brother are ...... in hell"

Hearing this, Shi Yuan and the others' faces changed.

Angel...... Hell...... Angels of Hell?

Could it be related to the task?

However, then, no matter how much they asked, they did not get any valuable information.

It really seems like it's just a coincidence. After all, this is just a girl's reminiscence-style monologue, not an event encountered during the mission. Moreover, the mission has not yet begun.

In the following time, Fang Yisheng and the others continued to enhance their special abilities, while Shi Yuan came to a location not far from the third aunt's house and used his perception ability to investigate.

The result left him feeling a pang of horror and despair.

There are only two black human figures in the third aunt's house.

Not only that, within his perceptual domain, most of the people could no longer see the white humanoid.

This village is dying, and it is becoming a deserted village step by step.

The second black sheep village?

Shi Yuan gritted his teeth and walked to the hillside of the mound again.

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Xia Yan sat back in the computer chair, and the image of the crazy woman just now kept coming to his mind.

He thought the two wings on the woman's back were very strange. Is that really the flesh cut from the back? If so, even if he is a madman, it is too terrifying.

Perhaps, it must be an illusion.

As a paranormal writer, he often writes about things he has experienced in his life, or what he has seen on the Internet and in the news. And in all life experiences, dreams and illusions are definitely the best material.

Can this crazy woman be the material for the following plot?

He opened the document, thought for a moment, and began typing.

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August 30, the day before the mission begins.

Shi Yuan and the others rushed to Haiyuan City and found a hotel near the Yinguang Building.

At the same time, Xia Biao pulled a small black suitcase and found the 22nd floor of the Yinguang Building according to the text message sent by the organizer, which is the accommodation arranged by the organizer.

"2214......" glanced at the house number, Xia Yan put his hand on the handle, trying to turn.

The door didn't open, and it was locked from the inside.

What's going on? Could it be that there is someone inside? However, I was informed that I had already arranged a single room......

Xia Yan thought.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door. There was a sound of footsteps inside.

Xia Yan frowned slightly.

Did the organizers deliberately deceive people, or did they forget my request?

"It's coming, it's coming!" A voice sounded inside, sounding like a rather cheerful young man.

Then, the doorknob turned, and a face appeared in the crack of the door.

The man froze.

He looked at Xia Yan outside the door, his eyes didn't blink, and he thought, could it be the star of the invitation?

But it soon occurred to him that it was impossible for a star to be in the same room as a writer.

"Hello...... ...... you live This room...... Is it? The person inside asked hesitantly.

"Yes. Hello. Xia Yan nodded.

"Oh...... Yes? Yes! Come in! Come in! Somehow, the people inside got nervous and scrambled to open the door completely.

Then he quickly ran into the room, tidied up the things on the couch, and said, "Sit down!" Have a seat! You...... You are? ”

Xia Yan put his suitcase aside, sat down, and said calmly, "My pen name is Bing Yan. ”

"Ahh It turns out that you are Bing Yan! The man's eyes widened, "Hello hello! I'm Moloy! ”

"Molloy? I always thought Molloy was a female writer...... Excuse me. ”

"It's okay, it's okay, I thought you were a female writer...... Oh, by the way, my real name is Shen Xunkun. You...... Target...... Is it convenient to say? ”

"Xia Yan."

"Good...... Good name...... By the way, senior, are you thirsty? I'll pour you a glass of water. ”

After Shen Xunkun finished speaking, he didn't care whether Xia Yan needed it or not, so he stood up and went to pour water.

Xia Yan was a little helpless.

When Shen Xunkun came back with water, Xia Yan said: "I'm not a senior, I've only been writing for two years." ”

"I'm a year!" Shen Xunkun immediately said, "By the way, Senior Bingxuan, I have read all your books, and I like them very much." ”

"Turns out you also like the supernatural. But, I remember you were writing history, right? ”

"Yes, it's history. I wanted to write about the supernatural, but I always felt like I was missing something. My friends all know that I like supernatural novels, and they always say that I have a dark heart, a twisted psychology, and that I have masochistic tendencies. Senior, you've been writing about the supernatural for so long, what do you think about the supernatural? ”

"What do you mean?"

"Hmm...... For example, what kind of person is a person who likes to read and write about the supernatural? ”

Xia Yan thought for a moment and said, "People are always looking for what they lack in books. The faint-hearted will look for courage in books; Ordinary people will look for wealth and power in books; People who are tired of ordinary life will look for adventures in books. Therefore, I think that people who like the supernatural are people who are sunny and cheerful in their hearts. ”

"Original...... I see......" Shen Xunkun said thoughtfully.

After a few seconds, Shen Xunkun came back to his senses and asked again, "Senior, what are you going to write in your next book?" ”

"I just got the inspiration yesterday, and now I've already thought of a name for my next book, which is called 'Hell's Angels.'"

"I want to see it now! Oh, by the way, senior, are you tired? Oh, look at me, I'm so embarrassed to just talk......"