Somewhere in Africa.

A slight sigh could be heard from a slightly dilapidated hospital.

The doctor shook his head helplessly after giving a patient a booster shot.

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"Where is this?"

A teenager walked in the mist, and the boy felt a little chill with his hands clasped around his chest.

"Well, someone! I'm not alone!"

The boy suddenly let out an exclamation, and a figure in the distance quickly approached, and a young man came to him.

"What is this place? How did you get here?"

"It could be the underworld! I went downstairs to buy cigarettes, and a big truck hit me! And here we are!"

"Hell hell, me!"

The young man scolded fiercely, and continued in his mouth.

"I was bitten by a mosquito in Africa, I had a low-grade fever at first, then I went to the hospital, and then I didn't know it. ”

"Well, you died from mosquitoes, and I died from a big truck. ”

"Oh?!, this is the so-called inherently a human being, and the cause of death is either heavier than Tarzan or lighter than Hongmao?"

The young man held his head high and closed his eyes, and dozens of ~ grass and mud horses~ ran around in his heart. The two walked more than 100 meters, and a figure flashed not far away.

"There's someone here!"

A sound of surprise came, and a middle-aged man in the distance ran in front of him in a few steps.

"There must be people here, but why is there nothing in this underworld? ”

The young man asked, and the middle-aged man immediately showed a cramped expression.

"Oh~ I don't know about this, I'm an otaku, I write novels at home every day, and I really don't know about demons and monsters. ”

"Writer, which station?"

The young man asked urgently, a smile on his face.

"Contemptible people are not talented, and they live in the creation of the world~"

"Damn, I'm writing a novel in Genesis!"

"What a coincidence! Me too!"

The three creation writers looked at each other with tears in their eyes, and moved forward speechlessly, and finally saw a building half an hour later.

"Well, this is 100% a place of reincarnation, and if you have a good birth, you won't have to write novels in the future!"

The three of them climbed the stairs, and after a few minutes, they stood on a high platform, and a large hall in front of them was quite spectacular, just like the Forbidden City.

"Oh, here, it's finally the three of you~"

Out of the main hall was a white-bearded old man, holding three slender bamboo sticks in his hands.

"I'm the manager of this otherworld, and the three of you were chosen to get a great chance. If you perform well, you can return to the world, and if you don't perform well, you will become a ghost in this endless space. ”

"Do the task? three tasks, one for each person?"

"Well, I deserved to be a writer, and I guessed it when I saw the three bamboo sticks in the old man's hand, and I was smart. ”

The white-bearded old man stroked his beard, and he really didn't need to bother to talk when he met a smart person.

"One for each person, after drawing it, you will go to the world in the bamboo stick. There are endless mysteries in the heavens and the earth of all parties, and it may be possible to become an immortal and attain the Tao. ”

"You should try to live as well as possible in another world, and each of these three bamboo sticks is a book. ”

"Don't stick to clichés, you are the main character in the book, the better you behave, the better the book, the greater the chance of reincarnation, if you are plain and indifferent to everyone, there will be no good end. ”

The white-bearded old man stretched out a bamboo stick, and the three of them looked at each other and drew one each.

"Well, there's a typo, Journey to the West?, shouldn't it be "Journey to the West"?!"

The young man opened the bamboo stick in his hand, and three small characters appeared.

"It's "Journey to the West", there are too many themes for writing Journey to the West, so it's called "Journey to the West". ”

The white-bearded old man disagreed, and reached out to retrieve the bamboo stick.

"You want to play me to death?! There are at least 1,000 books written about Journey to the West! There are dozens of classics! How can you live a wonderful life? "The Legend of Wukong", "Journey to the West: Crossing the Heavens", and "Journey to the West", which one is not a classic? This is a sign of death!

The young man roared to the sky, his shoulders moving slightly, revealing the extreme grief in his heart.

"Why do I have a typo here, Red Mansion is confused? It's "Dream of Red Mansions", right?"

The middle-aged man hugged the young man for comfort.

Slowly opening his bamboo skewer turned out to be one of the four famous books.

"It's "Red Mansions", not many people write about the Dream of Red Mansions, so they will be stunned when they see this sign. Are you confused now? ”

"To live a wonderful life, but not to be yellow, a little exposure of flesh will tarnish the elegance and holiness of this "Red Mansion". Don't evolve into a harem and stallions, don't change your far-reaching intentions, get out of the mud without staining, you must be wonderful~"

"Two brothers, I'm a little confused~ I'm a male frequency writer~ Let me live a wonderful life in "Dream of Red Mansions", this is also a dead sign~"

The middle-aged man stumbled slightly, and none of the two signs was good.

"Two of the four famous books have come out, I'm this~"

The boy's voice fluttered, and his hands trembled slightly.

Whether it is the world of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" or "Water Margin", you must have a strategy in order to live a wonderful life.

"One, one day, slaying the dragon? This is the same person of "Heaven and Dragon Slayer"? This has a copyright problem! Old Man Jin just came down, let Old Man Jin change it himself~"

The young man opened the bamboo stick in his hand, and the same famous book was also changed by one word.

"There is no copyright problem, there is no Zhang Wuji and no Jiuyang magic in it. ”

"Our ~day~ is an adverb of time, and ~slay~ is a verb phrase. Mr. Jin is writing other books, and he will never sue you~"

The white-bearded old man laughed and reached out to retrieve the bamboo skewer from the young man's hand.

"One day to slay the dragon?One day and then go to kill a dragon?Isn't this just going to die?Everyone else is long, so I can live for ten or eight years, and I have to die one day!Short story?Is there any other sign? Is there "The Legend of the Bird Shooting Heroes"?"The Divine Bird Heroes"~~"

The boy collapsed instantly, almost fainting directly.

"Hold on, little brother, don't be ashamed of the creation writer!

The middle-aged man and the young man hurriedly stretched out their hands to support the young man, and a sad air slowly dispersed.

"It's destined for a few days, if you don't want to, you don't force yourself. How many people can't wait for this opportunity, you look back. ”

The three of them turned their heads to look, and at some point thousands of wandering spirits crowded under the high platform.

"These are eunuchs, and when you go down the steps, someone else will come up to replace you. Think about it, I'm counting dozens, ten~~nine~~"

"Yes! Isn't it "Journey to the West"! No matter how much you squeeze it, you can squeeze in!"

"'Red Mansion Stunned'! After Lao Tzu entered, everyone was confused! Don't show your flesh! Never show your flesh!"

""One Day of Dragon Slaying"! Okay! Half a day is enough! Who will you slaughter after slaying the dragon?!"

The eyes of the three of them lit up, and the six hands slapped a ~bang~ sound on their chests.

"Well, that's right, go forward boldly, there are wonders in all sides of the world, and there are golden fingers for you. ”

The white-bearded old man was quite satisfied, and the sleeves of his robe shook away the dense wandering spirits.

"There's a gold finger?oh, that's okay, when to go?!"

"Then let's go, I'll recite the incantation, and the door of space will open under the feet of the three of you, and you will fall into your own world. ”

The white-bearded old man stretched out his hand and flicked it, and a faint circle immediately appeared under the feet of the three people.

"Okay! two brothers, meeting is also fate, my name is Xiao Weitang, if the reincarnation is successful in the future, we will see you in the world!"

"Definitely!My name is ~"

"Alas~ There's a lot of nonsense~ It's so watery~ Go straight to the text!"

The white-bearded old man silently recited the mantra and attracted three mana.

Before the three people standing on the top of the circle could tell each other their names, they instantly fell into the endless darkness.