shady writers

As night fell, street lights suddenly lit up one by one, and the road was covered with orange lights.

The street, which is always full of traffic, has very few vehicles at the moment. Generally speaking, there are always people who like to park their vehicles in the parking spaces on the side of the road, but today there are not many.

All the billboards on the street were replaced with the cover of Tier [-], a store manager with long hair, and next to someone else's drawing was a bubble that said "Remember, don't go out tonight", I have to say the speed of the government's response is really fast.

Because I already know that the Tianti series of novels are written in reality, so there should be no fools coming to the street tonight.

But there are always exceptions to everything.

Getting drunk is easy.

"Damn it, you dare to reject me, do you think you are too much..." It was a drunk man who was broken in love, snaking around on the street.

Suddenly he lost his footing and fell to the ground, then crawled to the side of the road and sat down.

A gust of cool wind blew by, which made him a little more awake, so that he could move his mind a little bit, and realized that the current situation didn't seem right.

"Why is there no one there today?"

he murmured.

The concrete road on the ground was like circular ripples on the surface of water. The drunk man rubbed his eyes, and when he looked again, there was nothing there.

So he fell to the ground and started cursing again, "Smelly woman, stinky woman."

Cursing and cursing, he began to cry.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound on the road, as if something was rubbing against the ground, and then there was the sound of footsteps, but the sound of these footsteps was obedient, not the sound of two legs walking step by step, but like a four-legged animal walking on the ground.

The drunk man raised his head, and just as he was about to see who was coming, something fell on his face.

He touched it with his hand, and it was soft, like the meat strips that were usually cut into ingredients, and there was a severe coldness, which made him wake up all of a sudden.

In the residential building, someone sneaked up to the bed, looked at the street through the gap in the curtains, and then fell to the ground, never daring to look at it again.

The Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts is nothing more than that.

The whole street is full of monsters!

Minced meat all over the ground rolled over from time to time, and they slowly aggregated into a broken human being.

And behind the dismembered corpse monster, a woman whose chest was facing the sky and whose limbs were propped on the ground was wide-eyed, covered in blood, followed behind, followed by a coke-like person who had been burned by flames, and a woman who had been burned by a car. The man and child who ran into it, the baby crying on the ground, the disfigured woman and so on.

The gathered yin qi even gathered into a black cloud, and the trend of "black clouds overwhelm the city and want to destroy it" was immediately manifested.

The streets are full of ghosts.

The drunk finally saw the scene in front of him clearly, his legs were trembling, and he couldn't even control his physical reaction. The liquid wet his pants. He had only seen such things on TV, but now the cannon fodder for scaring the urine It's him.

At this moment, he didn't regret not going home earlier, but hated that woman for rejecting him, otherwise he should have been happy at home with her today.

Damn woman.

In front of all the monsters was a man in ancient costume, but obviously he didn't dress properly, and a large chest was exposed.

He was half lying on the sedan chair, which was being carried by four upside-down ghosts, who supported the sedan chair with their feet and put their hands on the ground.

The man waved his folding fan, covering half of his face, and laughed out loud.

"This is suitable to be a member of my ghost army." He was a little tangled, "How can you die? Drowning, burning to death, falling to death... seems to have already happened."

The drunk man trembled, "Old, it's better to die of old age."

The other party was amused by the drunk man's words, "Then—"

He paused, and hope rose in the drunk man's heart.

"—Be killed by ghosts."

As soon as the man finished speaking, the drunk was buried in minced meat.

After a while, a fresh ghost came out.

Looking up at the sky, D was a little bored, "When will it appear?"

The waves on the road rose again, this time they no longer passed by in a flash, but became bigger and bigger, as if the calm water surface was caused by the tail of a big fish wagging its tail, causing waves everywhere.

The water droplets were splashed from the road, dripped on the freshly baked drunk in front of the man, and instantly turned into a piece of yellow sand.

There seemed to be some tiny bugs in the yellow sand, which swallowed the drunk in an instant, and pulled them into the bottom of the water under the road.

"It's really surprising." D put away his fan and said casually.

Under the highway, a pair of red dancing shoes jumped out first. It kept jumping, as if it was dancing.

Then the sails slowly emerged from the "water surface" and floated on the "water".

"I found you." On the plywood, the captain looked down at D with a rather excited tone, "You thief, return the nails and the board quickly."

"It's the other way around, that desert and this ship should have been mine." D straightened his body.

Now the underworld and the desert of death have not been fully connected. Except for the store manager to pick them up, only 302 is the entrance of the two parties.

Even if the store manager can drive all the ghosts in the desert, he can't drive them in the second mirror world. He only has the clerk, the orange cat, the storyteller and himself.

D just wants more ghosts to bully fewer ghosts.

"Your logic is not very good, no wonder you were laid off." The voice of the store manager came.

D turned his head and looked, and Fang Teahouse also appeared on the left side of the boat.

What's more, in the courtyard surrounded by fences, the store manager moved a table. At the moment, the store staff, store manager, and storyteller are sitting on three sides of the square table drinking tea and watching a play.

And the cat is lying at the manager's feet.

"If you are laid off, you can get a job again. Although your ability is a bit weak, it is not impossible to find a factory." The store manager laughed again.

Using his very soothing voice to say such mocking words, the effect is fully maximized.

"Speaking of which, I am your senior." D said suddenly.

In the world of ghosts and ghosts, those of the same level, that is, whoever is the senior is the most powerful.

This is the last word of D.

The store manager lowered his head and pursed his lips with a smile, "The premise is the same level."

He picked up the teacup and walked to the fence, and poured the tea on the road outside.

In an instant, a piece of golden color spread from the place where the tea was splashed as the center of the circle to the surrounding area.

D suddenly panicked, but then calmed down, because the sand is very soft, if this place really turned into a desert, the surrounding tall buildings would have already collapsed.

"That's all you can do." D said.

He waved his hand, and the surrounding ghosts came towards the boat and the teahouse.

A large chainsaw appeared in the clerk's hand, and he pulled it and rushed towards the ghosts. He was very powerful, as it should have been, but when a charred corpse suddenly appeared in front of him, he stopped. up.

The clerk rubbed his head and looked at the corpse in front of him.

Why so familiar!

Many images appeared in his mind.

He remembered that he was working on his graduation project with a notebook at home, and his mother called him and asked him about his plans after graduation, and told him to go home if he could.

His personality has always been relatively Buddhist and lazy. Compared with working hard outside, he thinks it would be nice to go home and accompany his parents to eat.

So he went back to his mother, "OK, I'll come back after graduation."

Not long after he hung up the phone, a white veil suddenly appeared behind him, covering his mouth and nose, and then he passed out.

When he woke up again, he only felt a pain in his head, and then he saw the person in front of him holding up a hammer and nails, hitting the nails with the hammer, and piercing into his skull.

He was in so much pain that he finally lost consciousness.

Regaining consciousness again, he watched his body walk forward by himself, he followed the body, and slowly returned to 302, he watched his body pour gasoline, and then lit the fire.

Although the soul has left the body, the pain has not been eliminated, and his resentment cannot be dispelled. Besides wanting to control his corpse, the other party also wants to control him, a ghost.

For a while he was manipulated by D, but then the news of his suicide spread, his parents rushed to the place where he died, his mother didn't believe he would commit suicide, and rented the room next door with his father, and kept Want to find clues to find his murderer.

Looking at his parents, D said with interest: "Kill them."

D thought, if he did this, then the ghost he had cultivated with his own hands would definitely be more in line with his wishes and stronger.

He doesn't deserve the name his parents gave him.

The clerk who remembered everything thought so.

He finally knew why he had forgotten everything.

The female ghost with red dancing shoes still remembers everything, but he doesn't remember anything.

Did the store manager really not see what happened before and after him?Or, he saw everything and didn't want to tell him.

The clerk covered his head and knelt on the ground.

D walked in front of him: "You should be back, Chen Xing."

The clerk suddenly remembered what the store manager said when he named him, "From now on, you will be called Xiaocheng."

"This name doesn't sound good at all, nor is it handsome." He muttered to himself.

Then he raised his head, "You have mistaken the person, my name is Xiaocheng."

D asked: "Do you want to forget the parents who willingly paid for your death? You don't even want the name they gave you."

It's not that he doesn't want it, it's that he doesn't deserve it.The clerk thought.

It's just that he didn't say it, but raised the chainsaw again and swung it towards the charred corpse.

After all, one is the soul and the other is the corpse. The charred corpse raised his hand to hold the chainsaw and snatched it away.

The clerk frowned, pulled out a chainsaw from his palm again, and confronted it.

The storyteller sighed, "He still remembered."

Shopkeeper: "What about you?"

"I haven't forgotten it." The storyteller said helplessly.

Because the clerk was stopped by the charred corpse, the remaining ghosts came towards the teahouse again, and the captain was busy poking the ghosts trying to climb up with a fishing rod, because of the rules of the boat, they could not fly up , can only be used to climb, and once it is poked by the captain and falls to the ground near the ship, it will sink as if it has fallen into the water, so it needs to be extremely careful.

Seeing the ghosts rushing toward him, the storyteller stood up and greeted them with a folding fan.

He didn't know what this folding fan was made of, or it could be said that he was very strong, so every time he hit the ghosts, he made them sink into a big hole. The same is true for monsters and ghosts.

D looked towards the storyteller, a little surprised.

He went to meet him, and the fan in his hand brushed across the storyteller's face, and the storyteller's face fell off, revealing a face exactly like his.

"Ah, I was discovered." The storyteller was a little annoyed.

"What's going on?" D murmured.

"What's so strange, the captain and the store manager are both the same soul, so why is it so strange that you and the storyteller are the same soul? Besides, you are my predecessor, and the storyteller is the store manager's predecessor." He poked the ghost with a fishing rod, and replied.

D always thought that after being expelled, he had become a whole.

He clearly remembered that his soul had returned.

"Sorry, I didn't have time to go out at that time, a certain black shadow ran out ahead of time and became one with you." The storyteller smiled wryly, "Now, we really can't be counted as one existence."

He can no longer be integrated with his half body, that black shadow is the incarnation of evil thoughts, the existence that he revived because of his selfish exception.

But when he died again, he merged into his half body in advance, and the storyteller was forced to stay in the desert, becoming a member of the ghosts.

"It's not wrong to call you uncle." The store manager said suddenly.

That's right, because the black shadow is the storyteller's nephew, that is his sister's child, he committed many wrong things, and finally died of backlash, the sister begged the storyteller, as the owner of the Death Desert Teahouse, he used his power for personal gain After saving the other party, a pen was found and expelled him.

Originally, he could merge his two souls into one and continue to live as an ordinary person, but the child couldn't change after all, and after he died again, he merged with his uncle in advance.

In fact, in terms of personality, D is dominated by his nephew, but under the influence of his soul, his memory belongs to his uncle.

"It's your fault." The store manager drank a cup of tea slowly.

"It's really my fault, I will make up for everything." The storyteller said with firm eyes, and attacked D.

But there is only him on his side, and there are other ghosts on D's side. Even if the strength of the two is almost the same, when there is interference at the moment, the storyteller gradually loses the wind.

The store manager stood up, "I can't help it. The trouble caused by my employees has to be solved by me as the store manager."

The store manager pushed open the small gate of the fence and stepped on the soft sand.

The wind gradually rose, blowing his windbreaker, the sand was swirling in the air, the white moon was gradually dyed red, the black clouds moved in the wind, half of the moonlight shone on half of the store manager's face, while the other Half of it is hidden in darkness.

Under the light red moonlight, the pupils that should have been light gold were stained like moonlight and turned wine red.

He evoked a smile, no longer as gentle as before, it was a smile that made people tremble, it was unbelievably cold.

The yellow sand on the ground began to move, and countless ghosts in armor crawled out of the sand. This was a completely different ghost from the one summoned in the desert before. It seemed to be an army.

They looked at the store manager, "General Qiming."

"Kill." The store manager only said one word.

Blood rushes to his face.

Fang Qiming, a well-known general of the Mu Dynasty, fought for the monarch of the Mu Dynasty and won a total of 57 victories, large and small. The army he led wiped out more than [-] enemy troops.

Finally, in the Mu Dynasty, the capital was besieged by the six kingdoms because the monarch was incompetent and the traitor was in power. His men took him away and buried him in a place with no name.

And his subordinates basically lost their lives due to various reasons.

A pen said he was guilty, lost his name, and became a position to judge others. Every time a person was resurrected, his subordinates could reincarnate a person.

But it was too long. Even now, there are more than 20 soldiers of him here.

Perhaps, he will be the store manager for too long.

But there will be an end one day.

The ghost soldiers headed towards the enemy. They were well-trained, but they wiped out all the enemies in just a moment.

D looked back again, and he was still the only one left.

"Not everyone has a chance to redeem their sins." The store manager looked at D and said, "You had one, but you gave up."

"Now, you don't have this chance."

He stretched out his hand to grab the other half of the storyteller's soul, leaving only a black shadow.

The storyteller's half body merged with him, and Sombra tried to escape.

In the clouds, a huge skeleton reappeared, he reached out to grab the black shadow, and disappeared between the clouds.

The shadow will be taken into the desert.

Looking at the ghost who was knocked down by the ghost soldiers in front of him, the shop manager smiled softly: "Maybe you can come to my shop and have a cup of tea."

These are all achievements and cannot be lost.

Send a person back, and his soldiers can go to reincarnate one.

Maybe one day, the store manager will be able to send himself away too.

The clerk packed up his things, looked at the charred body lying on the ground, and went back to the teahouse, where he wanted to pour tea.

"You can be a guest." The store manager said to him.

"You are not the only one who wants to make amends," said the clerk.

The storyteller sighed, "I won't be able to leave for a while, and I will atone for this crime. The store manager takes me in, and I can tell stories."

The storyteller widened his eyes and begged.

Shopkeeper: "Come on."

A group of guests walked into the teahouse, and the wind chimes rang leisurely.

"Jingle Bell--"

In a trance, it seems that there is a soothing voice saying softly: "Welcome, guests, why not come in and have a cup of tea."

The moon receded red, the black clouds dissipated, and the desert receded, returning to a hard concrete ground.

And the teahouse in the desert, like a mirage, disappeared somewhere in the street.

But maybe after a while, you can see that lonely teahouse in the desert again, drink a cup of tea, listen to a story, and then wait for someone to take you home.

Because this is the mirror world.

Here is the underworld.