Qin Yang waved his hand, comforting his family very sincerely.

"What kind of angry words like 'pen for you, you will write', don't say it, everyone can die here to see each other, they all still have self-awareness, and it can be regarded as the fate of death, how good it is to be polite, how boring it is to fight and kill." ”

As he spoke, Qin Yang looked at the broken pen, put it away, put it into his arms, and completed the refining in his hand.

Jia held up the dead fish eyes and stared at Qin Yang's arms.

After the explosion of mentality, I regretted it a little again, the silence for a long time, this time I was blown up, but it made his consciousness recover more, more silent memories emerged, and the whole person became a little more vivid.

"Then what are you doing with my pen?"

"I'll see if I can fix it. ”

"I'll fix it myself. ”

"No, you won't, thank you for the gift. ”

It's all given to myself, how can there be any reason to send it back, especially this big pen, or the only harvest after arriving here, the first gift.

Such a commemorative thing, of course, should be solemnly put away.

The two stared at each other with big eyes, and after watching for a long time, the family sat back breathlessly, staring at a pair of dead fish eyes, as if they were dead.

Qin Yangquan didn't see it, flipped through the collected classics, took out a travelogue that he thought was quite interesting, and handed the book home.

"Don't be angry, give you a book to read, relieve boredom, and besides, don't hang me up, we're all dead anyway, don't hide it and play euphemism, I'll just say it.

You crowdfunding to write a book like this, it is definitely not possible, if you really meet me who enjoys it like this, I will not be annoyed if you let me stay in it for another hundred years.

If you dig a little deeper with nesting dolls, dig into another world, I will bask in the sun for half a day, play games for half a day, and I won't get tired of playing for a thousand years, you will die of anger sooner or later. ”

I don't understand it, but I understand the general meaning.

He really regretted it, forgetting that in the story, it can actually be considered true, every day spent in it is based on reality, and it is indeed a good place for a dead man.

But he is angry, there are books to read, he still has to read, this is a broken place, let alone books, he can't even meet a person who can speak, and he can have self-awareness, he has forgotten when he met the last one.

After taking the book and reading it a few times, Jia suddenly frowned.

"What kind of word is this, why is it so weird?"

"Hahaha......" Qin Yang couldn't support it, he must have been dead for a long time, and he didn't know the words of his age.

After thinking about it, I copied a dictionary of the words of this era and passed it on to my family.

The family held the travelogue, and watched it with relish, and the typical dead house was fascinated.

After waiting at home and looking at it for a while, Qin Yang turned out two spirit fruits and threw one to the other party.

"Why didn't you kill me before? My consciousness is stuck in the story, the real body is outside, it stands to reason that you should have a chance to kill me directly, right?"

The family took the spirit fruit, put it on the tip of the pen, and sniffed greedily, but he was reluctant to eat it.

"Don't I know that we can't taste it at all?"

"Oh, I forgot. Qin Yang flipped through it again, and turned out two spiritual incense sticks.

After rubbing it, I found that it was not lit, he was dead, where did the yang energy come from, lit the spiritual incense with fire, and handed it to the family.

The two of them inserted the spiritual incense on the spiritual fruit, stretched their necks, and inhaled violently.

The spiritual incense burned rapidly, and the spiritual fruit also withered rapidly, turning into flying ashes, and at the same time, the fragrance was sweet and sweet, mixed with the fragrance of plants and trees, and poured into the minds of the two of them.

It's like really eating a spirit fruit, and it even tastes much better than when he was alive, and all the details seem to be magnified.

Qin Yang reminisced for a long time and slowly opened his eyes.

No wonder the dead yearn so much for the world of the living, and compared to the present, the contrast damage is full.

The family smashed his mouth, the aftertaste was non-stop, and even the flying ashes that the spirit fruit turned into at the end were collected, and he was reluctant to throw it away.

"I've almost forgotten what the spirit fruit tastes like, it's so good. ”

After sighing, the family said.

"What am I going to do to kill you, we are all dead, no one here will die again, only disappear, when you no longer remember who you are, when you don't remember anything, no one outside will miss you, it is the real nothingness coming.

I can't kill you again, I don't want to kill you, I just want you to fight with me.

So that I can take the last step and leap out of this sunken Black Sea.

Who would have thought, you are such a strange person, you have been relived in the story, and you don't cherish it well, but you have been at home for decades......"

The more I think about it, the more I don't understand, how can there be such a person, who stays at home every day, and doesn't step out of the door.

Jia pointed to the bottom of the canopy, there are constantly dead spirits climbing the canopy, and there are also constantly falling down the necromancer, and from time to time you can see twisted dead spirits in the black sea, and you can also see some strange things.

"Seeing them, being able to come here and not disappear is not necessarily a good thing, the end they want will come after a long, long time, even if they are swallowed by monsters, they still won't disappear, it's too miserable.

So, everybody wants to get on it, no matter what's on it. ”

"Can only compete for the stream?"

"Yes, I just fought step by step to get to this position, just one step away. ”

"Then I didn't do anything, why did I get here?"

"......" was speechless, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Maybe I pulled you over, after all, you are going to become the protagonist of my story, which can be regarded as my story." ”

"Has anyone ever jumped out of the race before?"

"I don't know. ”

This was said so justifiably that Qin Yang didn't know how to say it for a while.

After being silent for a long time, Qin Yang asked.

"How did you die?"

"My Tao is too strong, and I have lost my grasp. "The family is embarrassed.

"In the beginning, I was already able to write a life for a mortal, and I watched that mortal go through his life according to my story.

Later, slowly, the Tao I mastered became stronger and stronger, and I wrote a tragic life about one of my enemies, and after his death, he was refined into a golden armor corpse.

Eventually, I grew stronger and stronger, and I found that my Tao was much stronger than I had ever thought.

But at that time, I couldn't go back, because at that time, my own story had turned into a story.

I wanted to change the dilemma, so the story I wrote for myself turned it into reality and resolved the dilemma.

But later, it was completely out of control, and so, the story behind it appeared on its own, and my book wrote myself to death. ”

"Awesome. ”

Qin Yang gave a thumbs up and praised sincerely.

Write fate, really big guy.

"Don't be discouraged, it's really not that you're not good enough, but the outside world doesn't allow people like you to be so powerful at all. ”

"Yes, I didn't understand until I died, I knew earlier, I learned from other people, practiced calligraphy and painting, played musical instruments, at least the choice of the Tao is not so strong, but easy to approach the avenue. ”

When he is not so strong, he wants to control the fate of living beings, and it is strange not to be devoured by fate.

"Do you still know painters and musicians?" Qin Yang was shocked, and hurriedly arched his hand: "Disrespectful and disrespectful, it turned out to be an ancient boss." ”

As early as when he knew about Xiuniang, Qin Yang knew that in ancient times, some human races, although they did not have the same skills as the Twelve Divisions, they seemed to be only the last step away from the realm of the Twelve Divisions, the last step like a moat.

The person in front of me, the nameless home in the record, may be the one back then.

is not famous, but in secret, he writes the fate of unknown people with a large pen.

If he really let him become enlightened, maybe he really became one of the twelve divisions, maybe he was still the strongest one.

"What a big guy, I'm just a family, I can't even forget my name. The family waved his hand, unimpressed.

"I forgot my name, do you have a pen name? alias or something, you can't write a story and just show it to yourself, right?"

"Home is. Jia pondered for a long time: "It seems that I have indeed used other names before, when I wrote a life for a mortal, I happened to be eating fritters, I wrote that guy was a fried fritter, and then gave myself the nickname of a fritter scatterer." ”

"What a broken name. ”

After complaining, Qin Yang flipped through it again, turned out a jar of dusty wine, poured a bowl for each of them, and then inserted spiritual incense.

After sniffing a few bowls of wine, the family was a little up, but I was not willing to dispel the feeling of being on top.

"What are your plans? Spending all the time here? Waiting for the next person to compete for the stream?

And you're not sure if you'll be able to take the last step.

No one knows what the world will be like after jumping out of the past. ”

"I don't know, before you came, all I remembered was the struggle, everything else was almost forgotten, I was also annoyed, so endless, didn't you still have the power outside?

Try to erase me, I don't want to continue, I can't see hope, and I can't completely turn into nothingness. ”

"Forget it, don't try, it's useless, but I can cut off all your memories. Speaking of this, Qin Yang shook his head again.

"Forget it, you still have a self, cut off your memory, it may be useless, you kind of big guy, people who are worried about you, people who can't forget you, there must still be people alive, such as those twelve divisions, they must not have died completely, as far as I know, the puppeteer must still be alive. ”

"Puppeteer, that guy who doesn't fit in well, but he's actually a pretty good person......" The memories of the family are reviving more and more, and the whole person is becoming more and more vivid.

After the two chatted, Qin Yang did not continue to be stingy with the inventory, the spirit fruit and spirit wine, and the last inventory of unprocessed jade rice and spirit wheat were all taken out as melon seeds.

Qin Yang chatted very happily, the other party read most of his stories, and he knew it very well, he listened to the bragging of his family, saying that when he didn't practice yet, he loved to listen to operas and read stories, and then his hands were itchy and he wrote it himself, which was especially popular in the mortal realm.

The two talked from life to death, imagining what it would be like to jump out of the sinking Black Sea and after jumping out of the sky.

Debated about the food and wine of the ancient era, or the food and wine of Qinyang's era, which was better.

When talking about a travelogue story, the place recorded is actually buried with great opportunities.

talked about the tomb of the Kanyu Master in Kuishan, as well as the puppeteer who came to pretend to be a cottage, as well as the Emperor Taiwei and Emperor Taitian......

It was the first time for Qin Yang to talk so unscrupulously, and he said unscrupulously that he no longer had to worry about any secrets, but felt very happy.

The family knocked on the spiritual wheat, couldn't taste the taste, and chewed it carefully and repeatedly, just to find a feeling of being alive, listening to Qin Yang's blowing, he had a long neck from time to time, and took a sip of the spiritual fragrance inserted in the spiritual wine.

I don't know how long we talked, but the house suddenly stopped.

He looked Qin Yang up and down, and laughed like crazy.

Laughing and laughing, he also slapped his thigh.

"How could I be so smart, how did I think of it!"

"Don't just drink, drink some Lingmai. Qin Yang drank a little floating, stretched his neck, and took a big sip of spiritual incense, he was reluctant to get rid of the feeling of drunkenness now, this thing, with a little less, is a non-renewable resource.

Jia ignored Qin Yang, his eyes lit up, and the spirit of the whole person seemed to have become different, the original bald and dead fish eyes, and the appearance of a dying dead house, suddenly became fierce.

He stared at Qin Yang fixedly.

"I can't write my own story, but I can write yours!

Hahaha, I'm a genius!

I haven't written a story for the dead.

The world of the living does not allow me to exist, so I will write it again after I die!"

The more he spoke, the more vigorous his spirit became, and the whole person seemed to come to life, and the miserable and miserable appearance of the dead man on his face disappeared with it.

The broken pen that Qin Yang picked up flew out on its own, recovered in the divine light, and fell into the hands of Daojia again.

He slashed his chest with his nails and dipped the tip of his pen with a little black blood, and he was ready to start writing.

"You wait!" Qin Yang hurriedly stopped him.

"Don't stop me!" said the family looked solemn.

"I can see clearly, I can't jump out, I can't write my own story.

But I can try, write a story for you, and make you jump out of the canopy.

Let you get out of this situation where you can't survive and can't die. ”

"You ......"

As soon as Qin Yang spoke, he was blocked back by his family.

"Don't say it yet. ”

"Ever since you revived my angry memory, I realized that in fact, all I cared about was the story I wrote, even if I died, forgot my name, forgot all my names, I still remember the title of home.

What I care about is not my own ending at all.

You are now the protagonist of my story.

Your story is my story.

I'm going to let you jump out, and when you get out, maybe I'll probably know from the story what's above the canopy.

If there is nothing, then you can be a pawn in the pathfinder, and it is better for you to turn into nothingness than to survive here and not to die.

If I don't control it this time, the story will eat me back and make me nothing, which is also a good thing.

Anyway, the two of us, there is always one that is earned. ”