In that post, the title is a text composed of lines, and the inside is a picture composed of dots.

As for the content of the work, it is nothing more than the producer stepping on the stone and criticizing some comics and online literature works with major flaws in his eyes from the perspective of God.

He's supposed to have been doing it for a long time, and he's done a full series.

He should also live by criticizing others, because these criticisms not only make him have many more supporters around him, but also make him a high-ranking person in the eyes of his supporters.

You see, his lines of exaggerated titles, and the comics and online books that he haughtily trampled under his feet, didn't he scream in the end, torn to pieces by the crowds, and use their pale bodies to build a white building for him to live in?

This white and tall building is looked up to by hundreds of thousands of people every day.

I don't know how many of those hundreds of thousands of people are alive and how many are dead.

You can only vaguely see these people in colorful coats, stopping to look up, or coming and going between the buildings.

When they entered, most of them frowned, angry, gritted their teeth, and sighed.

When they come out, most of them are smiling, hippie smiling, dancing, and happy!

Yang Zheng looked at this change in their faces with some fear.

He also subconsciously counted the tall building, and counted it more than a dozen times before he determined that this tall building had a total of eighteen floors!

He subconsciously thought again, this... Each floor of an eighteen-story building should be different, right?

He didn't know what layer Huanhuan's book was on!

Because there are bursts of overlapping laughter coming from every floor!

He hesitated for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to hold the dusty knife in his hand, and closed his eyes to follow the crowd and melt into this strange building.

……

First floor.

It's called the tongue-pulling world.

The four big characters of the antique are outlined little by little by the colorful powder.

At that time, the golden light, and the green light, shook people's eyes.

Yang Zheng had his eyes closed, he couldn't see the light, but he could hear the sounds around him.

The voices around him, although I couldn't hear the content clearly, could still be heard from the tone, he was elegant, luxurious, and seductive.

These voices seemed to be following Yang Zheng, sometimes they turned into black smoke, sometimes like white light mist! They were all clinging to Yang Zheng's ears.

The voices followed for a long time.

Until he saw Yang Zheng about to walk to the exit of this floor and go to the second floor, these sounds gradually melted into a puddle of sewage.

A dark figure emerged from the water.

He looks very elegant, and his well-fitting half-arm shirt and the Confucian fan in his hand can make almost everyone who sees him for the first time have a good impression of him.

"Stop."

"I'm right."

"Open your eyes and look at my clothes, and then look at my fan."

"If you don't have to, open your eyes and look at my shoes."

"On my cloth shoes, the left side is embroidered with morality, and the right side is also repaired with the bottom line!"

"I said he was wrong."

"He's wrong."

"Because, I know better than anyone else, the word quintessence."

The loud voice not only did not make Yang Zheng open his eyes, but made him show the knife in his hand.

The dusty knife seemed to question the man behind him, and the long knife also seemed to be waiting, waiting for the man behind him to draw his sword.

But the black shadow behind him looked at the knife and retreated!

He retreated in such a hurry that he even opened his mouth!

Two tongues and three long tongues protruded from his mouth!

There are two and three long tongues, one is written with the word taste buds, the other is written with the word eyeballs, and as for the last tongue, it actually says the word cannibalism!

Yang Zheng didn't see these three tongues, he walked to the second layer with a calm face.

……

The second layer is called the Scissors World.

On this floor, except for the sound of tinkling scissors cutting back and forth, there was only a dazzling white light.

This dazzling white light, this piercing sound, forced Yang Zheng to open his eyes.

Beside him, there were dozens of more scissors of various sizes.

A dozen scissors on his left were cutting beautiful cartoons, and the beautiful cartoons seemed to be howling and resisting, and in the end their sound seemed so insignificant in the click of the scissors.

The pictures that were cut off by scissors and fell to the ground are all excellent and beautiful.

What remains in front of the scissors is flawed and ugly.

The scissors seemed to be satisfied with their results, and they were all dancing when they finished cutting the picture. Reflected in their writhing, shiny blades, were hideous, ugly, weeping caricatures.

Yang Zheng couldn't bear to twist his head and look to the right, there were also several large scissors on his right, and there were red ropes cut one by one.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, ninety...

Yang Zheng swallowed and frothed, repeatedly counting the ten red ropes the size of his little thumb.

The ten red ropes the size of little fingers are being cut by scissors.

One-two-three-four-five, when the big scissors were about to cut off the sixth, the sixth red rope, which was originally silent, suddenly began to resist.

The red rope the size of a little thumb turned against the guest and entangled the big scissors!

Under Yang Zheng's hasty gaze, the red rope changed from a small thumb to the size of an index finger, and finally to a thick thumb!

The thumb seemed to have the most power of the ten fingers, and it actually bent the scissors.

The remaining four red ropes seemed to be infected by this red rope, bending, unwilling, angry, and rebelling against their predetermined fate.

Bang Bang Bang!

One pair of scissors was bent like a chain reaction, and the second, third, and even fifth scissors were also crushed by the five resisting red ropes.

The fragile sound of tinkling and tinkling.

It's like big scissors, their already fragile backbone!

Yang Zheng lowered his head again and walked to the third floor.

Although he cheered for this red rope in his heart, although his face began to shed tears with excitement.

But he didn't say anything.

Because, behind him, those ugly pictures cut by the scissors in his left hand slowly turned into a disgusting ukiyo-e.

The ukiyo-e depicts a modern man in a white coat with long loose hair, holding a fan, and stepping on one foot on a hunched man lying on his stomach.

There are many qualities written on that person's face, with kindness, carefulness, persistence, enthusiasm...

But the modern man who stepped on him crushed all the qualities on that man's face in just two words.

The big letters written on the paper fan are a joke.

The big joke kept changing as the modern man fanned him.

Sometimes it's a spoof, sometimes it's a spit, funny, funny, funny, humorous, entertaining.

Until finally, the fan stopped, and it was frozen into two words.

Bread.

Indeed, he is used to eating steamed buns, and he should try to eat bread.

The fragrant and sweet bread is dyed with the quality of the man's face below, and the one who eats it is called a comfort!