The house is money, the story is life

Chapter 85 The heavy rain was torrential, and the sound of the rain fell into Xia Shi's ears, forming a quiet barrier instead.There is no wind, no sound in this enchantment, only a book is flipping on its own, one page after another, the afterimages form a semicircle of light, and every movement is accompanied by crisp and sharp sounds.

Xia Shi couldn't tell what he was afraid of.This is just a blank book, although there is aura, but that's all - there is no terrible spell attached to it, and there are no traces of spells between the pages.

But he was just scared, instinctively scared, as if something in his blood was screaming, telling him to leave quickly.He tried it and found he couldn't move.

He lowered his head, and immediately understood the reason.

The fine writing is coming out of his body, climbing all the way down along the skin, like migrating ants colony, lined up in long rows, crawling all the way towards the book, and finally disappearing in the snow-white pages In the space, it turns into a still dot of ink.

He was being disintegrated - Xia Shi suddenly realized this fact.He was attacked by an inexplicable force, and he was being disintegrated, absorbed, and swallowed bit by bit.

Rows of words, the most basic elements that constitute him, are leaving without looking back.Xia Shixuan knelt down on the ground softly, and soon his head hit the ground, splashing a few drops of muddy water - unable to fight back, and even had no chance to fight back.As a book, he is completely powerless without words.

The paper turned faster and faster, and the words passed faster and faster, Xia Shi felt his body getting lighter.He slowly raised his hand and saw that his palm was becoming transparent.

Am I going to die?

This thought was spinning in his mind, round and round, each time it became stronger and stronger, followed by the fear of dying.He is pursuing death, the end of a life, but this is not what he wants, nor should it be... He can die in ten thousand ways, but he doesn't want to die in vain like now, that's too It's frustrating and scary.

However, even such a strong emotion could not remain in his mind for long - as the words passed, Xia Shi's consciousness was blurring, turning into a mess, sinking down little by little , until swallowed by darkness.

The last scene he saw before his consciousness sank to the bottom was the scene where Zhou Tang broke through the restraints and rushed towards him, but was finally knocked unconscious by the man in black.

Afterwards, consciousness sank into a deep darkness.

Or completely disappear into nothingness.

In front of Zhou Tang, just over ten centimeters away from his right hand, there was only a set of wet clothes left.

"...Identity?" In the dilapidated and familiar apartment, the boy in the blue sweater raised his eyebrows, casually playing with the little fur ball hanging on the clothes, "Didn't I tell you? I am Xia Shi , Shuling Xiashi."

"Of course I know you are Xia Shi." Zhou Tang heard his own voice responding, "I also know what you are, you don't need to emphasize it again and again—what I want to ask is, what are you? Where is it coming from? I have read other stories you have collected before, and there are other book spirits in them, none of which look like you."

"What do I look like?" Xia Shi replied lightly, looking down at the cracks on the leather sofa.Zhou Tang didn't like his appearance very much, he was always indifferent, making it difficult for people to see what was going on in his heart.Considering his identity, Zhou Tang even has a sense of crisis that he will be eaten or drained of energy from time to time--it's okay if he rushes directly with a yell, like the one written in the strange novels. Those monsters with fake skins and fake smiles can still accept it. I am most afraid of this kind of calm and emotionless one. I will tell you with practical actions that I don’t even bother to pretend, but it is scary.

Zhou Tang glanced at Xia Shi uncomfortably. Curiosity and fear broke his wrists in his heart, but in the end curiosity prevailed.He asked: "I want to eat stories... this kind of thing. Why don't they use it, but you want it?"

"They have their own stories, so of course they don't need to eat from other people's homes." Xia Shi said, "The food must be cooked by my own mother. It's a pity that I don't have a mother who loves me, so I can only rely on eating from a hundred families." It's time for dinner."

"'No mother hurts'? What do you mean?" Zhou Tang asked, "Don't you have a story yourself?"

"No." Xia Shi replied simply.Zhou Tang suspected that he might not really want to talk about it.

The fear of losing by arm wrestling is back, this time with vigilance behind it.However, it just took the lead when it was punched down by the high-spirited curiosity. It is okay to be vigilant, but it stood aside, unable to say anything, and could only watch helplessly as curiosity drove Zhou Tang to ask: "But you are not A book? How can a book have no story?"

Summer time: "..."

"Could it be... that you were tricked?" Zhou Tang suddenly found an answer, and thought it made sense: "Because the author who wrote you didn't fill in the pit, so you don't have a story. But it's not right, no matter what, there should still be some of your original story."

"There are none." Xia Shi said, "You are really, getting more and more annoying... Let me tell you this, I'm not a scam. I'm just a cover with a title, understand?"

Zhou Tang was stunned for a moment, and soon understood what Xia Shi meant, and Xuan fell into confusion again: "How could it be... don't you even have a copy? An outline?"

"Nothing." Xia Shi turned his face and said, "The person who wrote me only gave me a name. I don't even know what he wants to write."

"You didn't ask him?"

"How do you ask? How many years have people died of illness." Xia Shi sneered, picked up a book from the small table next to the sofa to read, raised his eyes to see Zhou Tang's stunned expression, and sighed, "What's wrong with you? "

"No, it's nothing... I just feel a little surprised." Zhou Tang said, "Is your master a human? I thought it would be a fairy or monster..."

"He's not my master." Xia Shi corrected, "He's just a person who gave me a name, not even my author. But he's a human being, that's true—surprised? Because I am an inhuman, my master must also be an inhuman?"

"...It's hard for a normal person to write a story that will turn into a genius, right?"

"It's not a spirit, it's a spirit." Xia Shi explained it better than Wudi, and said, "Don't underestimate the so-called 'normal people'. Many people who look normal and ordinary have enough talent hidden in their bodies. Subverting the whole world—human beings are the most spiritual beings. It is not surprising that they can do anything. But my ability to transform spirits has nothing to do with that person. As I said before, he started writing before he could write Sick and dead... I can transform spirits, not so much relying on people, but on myself. Relying on my aversion to things like 'blank' and the desire to get rid of it urgently."

He tilted his head to look out the window, and the voice suddenly floated far away, as if it came from afar, as if it was an echo from somewhere: "I want a story, to put it bluntly, I just want to be filled, I don't want to be blank, I don't want to be blank , so explain, do you understand?"

——I didn’t understand it before.It seems to understand a little now.

Zhou Tang heard a voice in his heart saying this.Then suddenly he opened his eyes.

Above the head is a round cartoon lamp.Ling San's voice came from beside his ears, and the heavy rain knocked on the window pane, making an astonishing sound.

He woke up in Hang Yiwei's house, and there was no summer time around.

—— "The Book of My Book" End