Demon City.

In a small apartment, a fat man was drunk and took out the key and was about to open the door.

"Grandma, I am an editor at least, why should I look down on me?!"

"What a hell, I'm a editor."

The fat man kicked open the door.

After taking a shower, the fat man turned on his laptop and logged into the editing background, which read:

Supernatural Editor: Xiaopang

Editor: None

When Xiaopang remembered the editor-in-chief's words, she burst into tears. Her dream since childhood was to be a writer, but unfortunately she was too talented and became an editor-in-chief.

However, if his writing talent is zero, his talent as an editor is to lose 100.

Originally, online literature in this world has declined, and supernatural is even more niche. In recent months, he has only received some submissions.

Yesterday, the editor-in-chief had already made a statement that he would completely merge the supernatural classification into suspense. It is time for him, as the editor-in-chief, to go back to the countryside to farm.

"Wori, it's another dream!! You will die if you write a ghost story, either a mental illness or a vegetative dream."

"I'm Buddha."

Xiaopang scratched his ears and his forehead looked like he was desperate, looking at the few submissions.

"Forget it, the supernatural novel is abolished, and the Maqi Continent next door is the best-selling list again."

"I don't know how many times that guy Old Li has received the bonus, so I'm envious."

Xiaopang sighed and was about to turn on the computer and be a social animal. It was not easy!

Sudden.

The last review message attracted him, "Hey, the title of this book is very awesome, but I don't know what the content is?"

Xiaopang clicked to review, and it reads the author: The most handsome crispy cake, and the title of the book: "Ghost Blows Out the Light".

Xiaopang had already thought about it. If a mentally ill person was going to make up stories, he rushed to the author's house with a forty-meter sword.

Let him run thirty-nine first, and then send him and God to make up stories with one knife.

"Ancient civilizations, lost treasures, and extremely mysterious ancient tombs."

Xiaopang was lying these words, and his mind was shocked. He immediately sat upright and put away his playful expression.

Although he has poor writing talent, as a senior editor, he manages the entire supernatural novel alone, and his ability... that's still a little bit.

Just these three sentences are enough to arouse most people's curiosity about this book, and this is everyone's writing style.

"Hiss~~~ Jade Emperor, Grandpa Pangu, Sister Nuwa, Ancestor of the Three Pure Land, Dad of God, Xiaopang, I'm kowtowing you here."

"Don't be a mentally ill person dreaming, please."

The fat man solemnly folded his hands together, his body trembled with nervousness, and closed his eyes and prayed a few times.

Move the mouse down gradually:

"A 36-character secret technique of the star, the three generations of gold-touching captains, the protagonist Hu Bayi, explores mysterious ancient tombs in the bizarre and mysterious underground world."

"What is the nine-story demon tower under the Kunlun Glacier? Do the strange bloody eyes and the resurrected demon queen really exist in the depths of the desert? What exactly are the holy objects that the mountain tribe is looking for for generations?"

"Chapter 1: White Paper Man."

"My grandfather is Hu Guohua. The ancestors of the Hu family were famous landlords in all corners of the country..."

Time passed by minute by minute.

Only the sound of the chair crunched and harsh, Xiaopang swallowed and spitted, and his hands had nowhere to rest.

A "bang" sound

"Ahhh!" Xiaopang screamed in an instant, and goosebumps all over his body.

His forehead was covered with rows of sweat, and he didn't dare to look anywhere else, staring at the light emitted by the computer.

"Xiao Pang, what are you? I am your Uncle Wang. Do you have any soy sauce to borrow from me?"

A thick voice came, and Xiaopang was relieved and ran to the kitchen to get soy sauce.

Door.

"Uncle Wang, why did you knock on my door in the middle of the night? I was so scared." Xiaopang handed over the soy sauce and said speechlessly.

Uncle Wang is a middle-aged uncle with a pair of glasses and gentle. When he saw Xiaopang sweating, his hands trembling, and his eyes were dull.

Of course I understand it in seconds~~~ they are all adults.

"Little Pang, Uncle Wang is also a veteran. You are still young, please be more restrained!!"

"Look at what your hands are shaking? Tsk tsk, you can't do it. I miss your Uncle Wang back then, that's the one..."

Uncle Wang patted Xiaopang on the shoulder and said earnestly.

Xiaopang: "?????Restraint?? You must be restrained even when reading a novel. There is no human rights anymore?"

"You should do it yourself, be careful not to pay the public grain in the future." Uncle Wang showed a meaningful smile, pinched his face, turned around and left.

The little fat man's face turned black. Damn, where is my knife?

He looked down and saw why his hands were so shaking. The supernatural editor was so scared.

Ten minutes later.

"Damn it, out of context!! What about the plot after the avalanche? Why is it gone??"

The fat man slapped his thighs suddenly, and his heart felt like he was scratched by a cat's paws, itchy.

He finally knew that those readers were excited to read it, and suddenly he had no feelings about the following!!

"Little fat, I'm going to spiral up to heaven!! This novel is definitely a phenomenal masterpiece!!"

“Audit passed!!”

"Short delivery on the contract site!!"

Xiaopang suddenly clicked the two buttons, closed his eyes, leaned his back on the chair, showing a wretched smile.

He closed the doors and windows around him and covered the quilt tightly, so he dared to sleep.

.........

Love Apartment, 3601.

The room of Chen Meijia and Lu Ziqiao.

In the middle of the night, a faint light came out of the quilt, and the sound of teeth trembling.

"Lu Ziqiao!! What are you doing! If you shake me again, I will spray you to death with a sip of salt soda!"

Chen Meijia finally couldn't stand it, so she lifted the quilt and glared at the curled-up Lu Ziqiao.

"Old...wife, I...I'm fine, you...continue to sleep, I'm very good."

Lu Ziqiao curled up, his voice trembling, as if he had brain cramps.

"I sprayed you with a mouthful of salt soda to death. You don't sleep in the middle of the night, why are you doing with your phone?!"

"Do you have a woman outside? I'm afraid I know, oh~~ you big bastard."

Seeing Lu Ziqiao's nervous look, Chen Meijia instantly burst into tears and smashed her big pillow.

Lu Ziqiao immediately sat up, held her cell phone, and looked at her very seriously: "Wife, are you... afraid of ghosts?"

"Ghost?" Chen Meijia waved her hand and sneered, "I am the Buddha of Tathagata. God blocks the killing gods, Buddha blocks the killing Buddhas. You, a pervert, have been subdued by me. Do you think I will be afraid?"

"Okay, you said it!"

Lu Ziqiao nodded, handed him the phone, and then covered himself with a quilt, trembling.

Ten minutes later.

"Old...husband, are you still alive? You are not a blank man, are you?"

"I...I'm afraid, do you think there will be female corpses here?"

Lu Ziqiao blushed, Chen Meijia hugged him tightly, and fought a fierce cold war.

"I... let's not sleep anymore. Lu's Chunqiu records that whenever you encounter such things, don't sleep, just wait until dawn."

Lu Ziqiao and Chen Meijia hugged each other tightly, looking ahead with creepy grimacing.

.....

It's dawn.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Chapter completed!