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Chapter 31 Midnight Horror
Magic City.

In a certain small apartment, a fat man, reeking of alcohol, took out his key and was about to open the door.

"Grandma, I'm an editor-in-chief anyway, why look down on me!!"

"What the fuck, I'm an editor."

The fat man kicked open the door.

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

Editor-in-Chief of Supernatural: Fatty

Editor in charge: None
Thinking of the words of the editor-in-chief, Xiao Pang burst into tears. His childhood dream was to be a writer, but unfortunately his talent was too poor, so he became an editor-in-chief.

However, if his writing talent is zero, his editing talent is minus one hundred.

Originally, the world's web articles were on the decline, and ghosts were even more niche. In the past few months, he has only received a few submissions.

Yesterday, the editor-in-chief had already announced that he would completely merge the supernatural category into suspense. As the editor-in-chief, he should also return to the countryside to farm.

"Wori, it's another dream!! You will die if you write a ghost story, either you are mentally ill or you are dreaming in a vegetative state."

"I am Buddha."

Xiaopang scratched his head and looked at the few submissions with a look of lovelessness.

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

"That guy, Lao Li, doesn't know how many times he has won bonuses. I'm envious."

Xiaopang let out a sigh, and was about to close the computer. Being a social animal is not easy!

Sudden.

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

Xiaopang clicked on the review, and it said the author: the most handsome shortbread, and the title of the book: "Ghost Blowing the Lamp".

Xiaopang has already made up his mind, if he is still a mental patient making up a few stories, he will rush to the author's house with a 40-meter machete.

Let him run 39 first, and then send him to make up stories with God.

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

Xiaopang muttered these few words, his heart was shocked, and he immediately sat upright, putting away his playful expression.

Although he has poor writing talent, as a senior editor, he manages the entire supernatural novel by himself, so he still has a little ability.

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

"Hisss~~~ Jade Emperor, Grandpa Pangu, Sister Nuwa, Patriarch Sanqing, Father God, I kowtow to you here, Xiaopang."

"Don't be a mental patient dreaming, please."

Fatty put his hands together solemnly, trembling with nervousness, closed his eyes and prayed a few words.

Move the mouse down gradually:

"A 36-character celestial secret technique, three generations of touch gold 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 Great Glacier? Do the strange blood eyes in the depths of the desert and the resurrected demon queen really exist? What is the holy thing that the mountain-moving clan has been looking for for generations?"

"Chapter 1: Blank paper man."

"My grandfather's name is Hu Guohua, and the ancestors of the Hu family were well-known landlords in ten miles and eight villages."

Time passed minute by minute.

He only heard the harsh creaking sound of the chair, Xiaopang swallowed a few mouthfuls of spit, and had nowhere to put his hands.

"bang"

"Ah!!" Xiaopang screamed instantly, goosebumps all over his body.

There were rows of fine sweat on his forehead, he didn't dare to look at other places, and stared at the light from the computer.

"Little Fatty, what are you, I'm your Uncle Wang, can you lend me some soy sauce?"

A deep voice came, Xiaopang breathed a sigh of relief, and ran to the kitchen to get soy sauce.

Doorway.

"Uncle Wang, why are you knocking on my door in the middle of the night? You scared me to death." Fatty handed over the soy sauce, speechless.

Uncle Wang is a middle-aged uncle, wearing a pair of glasses, he is polite. He saw that Xiaopang was sweating profusely, his hands were trembling, and his eyes were dull.

Naturally, I understand it in seconds~~~ They are all adults.

"Little Fatty, Uncle Wang is also from here, you are still young, be more restrained!!"

"Look at how your hands are shaking? Tsk tsk, you can't do it. I think your Uncle Wang was called a..."

Uncle Wang patted Xiaopang on the shoulder and said earnestly.

Fatty: "??? Temperance?? Even reading a novel requires restraint, no human rights??"

"Do it for yourself, be careful that you won't be able to pay the public rations in the future." Uncle Wang showed a meaningful smile, squeezed his face, turned and left.

Chubby's face darkened, Nima, where is my knife?
He lowered his head to see why his hands were shaking so much, the editor-in-chief of Tangtang Supernatural was so frightened.

10 minute later.

"Damn it, broken chapter dog!! What about the plot after the avalanche?? Why is it gone??"

Xiaopang slapped his thigh violently, as if being scratched by a cat's paw, his heart was itchy.

He finally knew that those readers were excited to read it, but suddenly they didn't feel the following! !
"Little Fatty, I'm going to spiral into heaven!! This novel is definitely a phenomenal masterpiece!!"

"examination passed!!"

"Short message from the signing station!!"

Xiaopang pressed two buttons violently, closed his eyes, leaned back on the chair, and showed a wretched smile.

He closed the doors and windows around him and covered him tightly with the quilt before 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 from under the quilt, and there was the sound of chattering teeth.

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

Chen Meijia finally couldn't take it anymore, lifted the quilt, and glared at Lu Ziqiao who was curled up.

"Old wife, I'm fine, you. Go on to sleep, I'm fine."

Lu Ziqiao curled up, his voice was trembling, as if he had a cramp in his brain.

"My old lady sprayed you to death with a mouthful of salt soda, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing with your phone!!"

"Is it because you have a woman outside, I'm afraid I'll know, oh~~ you're a big bastard."

Seeing Lu Ziqiao's nervous appearance, Chen Meijia's eyes were blurred with tears, and the big pillow fell down.

Lu Ziqiao immediately sat up, held the phone, and looked at her seriously: "Honey, are you afraid of ghosts?"

"Ghost??" Chen Meijia waved her hand and sneered, "My old lady is the Tathagata Buddha. Gods block and kill gods, and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas. You pervert have been subdued by me. Do you think I will be afraid?"

"Okay, what you said!"

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

10 minute later.

"Old man, are you still alive? You are not a blank paper man!!"

"I'm afraid, do you think there will be a female corpse here?"

Lu Ziqiao blushed, and Chen Meijia hugged him tightly, shivering fiercely.

"I, let's not go to sleep. According to Lu's Spring and Autumn Annals, if you encounter such a thing, don't go to sleep. Just wait until dawn."

Lu Ziqiao and Chen Meijia embraced each other tightly, looking forward with horror.

Its daybreak.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

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