During the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, the traitorous minister Dong Zhongqing presented a slander to the emperor, saying: Ideological sophistry, people's hearts are not ancient, and the things of the pre-Qin period must not appear.

The emperor pondered for a long time, and then issued a decree to announce to the world - to depose the hundred schools of thought and respect Confucianism alone.

The hundred academies have since been destroyed.

Somewhere in the imperial city, a glorious building was blazing with fire, and the flames were soaring into the sky, visible for hundreds of miles.

Outside the fire, hundreds of people grabbed the ground with their heads, weeping and wailing bitterly.

"Heaven is dead, my Wen family!"

"The Wen family's hundreds of years of accumulation have been ruined, I hate it!"

Wenjia, one of the hundred schools, is known for writing books and biography, and his writing is strange and changeable, confusing, and is respected by the people of the world as Wenjia.

"The Wen family can't be cut off from this. ”

One of the old men stood up tremblingly, his eyes red as he looked at the kneeling man.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's go, get out of here, and after a thousand years, we will come back to revitalize my Wen family. ”

"At that time, we will let this hot and yellow land be praised everywhere with the name of my Wen family!"

...

A thousand years later.

Eight figures walked lonely on the brightly lit streets, their shoulders were resisting the traces of time, and the look in their eyes was full of thousands of years of vicissitudes.

"It's been a thousand years, and I'm the only one left. ”

"The price of turning a human body into a resentful demon body is too great, and it is a blessing to be able to leave me and a few others. ”

"I can't imagine that literature has developed so strongly after a thousand years. ”

"My wish has been fulfilled, but why should I save it?"

"After simply competing with each other, he cut off the red dust. ”

That's a good word. ”

"I felt a force pulling us in the dark. It was a special teenager. ”

"Find him, and let him judge how good I can write?"

"Good. ”

...

In the villa, Yiyun was bored switching channels, and the tired Ye Qingmei pushed the door back.

"Yo, it's been a hard day's work. He said hello.

"It's okay, every time the police go out to mediate civil conflicts, ha~" Ye frowned and yawned. "Can't we have a pick-me-up murder?"

Yiyun said with a blank eye. "You cop speaks amazingly every time. ”

"Well. I'm going to say that. Ye Qingmei waved his hand and took off his coat. "After all, there are some murder scenes that don't want to eat meat for a year after seeing them. ”

"Hehe, I'm worried about this," he laughed dryly.

"It's really hard for you to look ahead and look back. ”

"By the way, don't you have a job today?" Ye Qingmei asked, of course, the so-called job is to hunt demons.

Yiyun shrugged his shoulders and said. "It's a strange day, it seems that the information bag is merciful and gives me a day off, but it doesn't matter..."

Before he could finish speaking, a dirty bag flew out of nowhere and jumped into his hand.

Look at the things in your hands. Yiyun's cheeks twitched.

"Hehe, didn't Lao Tzu praise you just now, but it's just a monster that haunts at night... Five minutes will do..."

Yiyun said as he opened the information bag, and suddenly his throat seemed to be choked, and he stopped talking.

I saw a few words floating in the blank bag.

Congratulations on the lying gun, please appease the eight resentful demons. Let it ascend to heaven.

After reading it, Yiyun's cheeks twitched almost spasm.

"Hehe, eight resentful demons..."

At the beginning, a resentful demon had to make a move, and that was still not a complete resentment demon. And he also made Yiyun's lust to death.

Now eight -- isn't that a good job at this level?

"Hey, don't say it's a one-handed flip, even if you make a difficult snakemouth move, it's effortless, bastard..."Yiyun said hehe. "The way this broken bag sent me to death is really eclectic, and what is the tone of schadenfreude... It's really infuriating, hehe. ”

At the right time. There was a knock on the door. The two looked at each other in horror - this villa was shrouded in fog all the year round, ordinary people couldn't even see it, and the knock on the door in the middle of the night...

Yiyun exhaled deeply, his whole body tense. Walked towards the door and opened it gently.

Outside the door, there were eight smiling men and women of all ages in fancy costumes.

"Uh... Who are you looking for?" Yiyun asked tentatively.

"Teenager. I'm here for you. A kind-faced young man is humane. "We don't have a human form, so we can use a mortal body for a while, rest assured, they won't have any memories left after the deed. ”

"Uhh "You're those eight demons... Seniors?"

"Exactly. A young girl replied with a smile.

"Then why are you here..."

"For the prosperity of my Wen family. ”

"Huh?"

...

"Anyway, that's the basics. After Yiyun finished speaking to the stunned Liuli, he pushed the glasses that did not have zài on his face.

"Basically, your sister, it's really hard for you, and you don't forget to show off your infinite stalks in your busy schedule. The Drifter roared hideously. "Suddenly tell me that you want to create a space battlefield for them to fight, they are resentful demons, every time they release demonic energy, they can easily break the storage of my space!"

"So?" Yiyun raised his head at a forty-five degree angle, and said literally. "Young man, isn't it the meaning of our monster clerk's existence to realize the dreams of these poor ancestors?"

"Fuck off. Drift gave him a middle finger and said viciously. "Who is 'us' with you?"

"Huh?" Yiyun spread his hands innocently, "You don't want to?" Seeing that the exile nodded quickly, Yiyun sighed, and immediately shouted to the eight people in the distance. "Senior, this kid said that he looked down on your Wen... Hmm!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was quickly covered with his mouth. "I know you bastard likes to cheat me, can't I do it? ”

"Those who know the times are Junjie..."

"Fuck off!"

Liuli squirted Yiyun viciously, and then turned around to the eight people with a dog-like flattering smile.

"Seniors, who's going to come first?"

...

(Note: 1. In order to avoid audit problems, the following sensitive words are replaced by [beep-] 2. The text in [] is the inner complaint of Yiyun and the two of them. ）

Since you are going to test the writing, it is inevitable that there will be some rules to measure fairness.

After thousands of years, although the eight people regard fame and fortune as floating clouds, they have to take their belief in their own lives seriously, and they are really flattered by the decision to make the rules of the young resentful demon who seems to be the leader.

"Oh, make the rules?" Drift muttered, a wicked grin on his lips.

Yiyun supported his forehead and said seriously. "Please, in short, don't make a plot similar to 'The Wolf of the Tram' and 'Tail Line', and we'll hang up if one of those powerful people is unhappy. ”

Drift nodded, God knows if he listened. He looked at the eight people with great interest.

"Senior, I will tell you about the topic of your article, and I can create the scene in the article accordingly, but it must touch our hearts, regardless of any emotion. ”

The young resentful demon frowned when he heard this. "How can there be a difference between superior and inferior?" (to be continued......)