Curse of the Eye of the Dead

Japan's manuscript fees are high, and there are several publishing companies that have been soliciting manuscripts for a long time.

However, the most representative ones are the three magazines "Huidan", "Evening Tide" and "Hometown of Literature"-they happen to be periodicals issued by the same publishing group for different audiences.

"Hui Tan" is aimed at children and teenagers. The content includes but is not limited to fables, fairy tales, sharing of campus life, short stories about friendship, family, teachers and students, and various positive and interesting comics.

On the other hand, "Evening Tide" and "Hometown of Literature" are serious periodicals for all employees. The content of the former is limited to popular literature, while the latter is limited to pure literature.

The Call for Papers does not have a limited title, allowing people to freely play. Only some columns stipulate the word limit for short stories, and long-form serials need to submit the drafts of the first three issues in advance.And all of them refused to submit more than one manuscript.

So, which type of writing is the best for the first manuscript?

Nine p.m.

Uno was thinking, sitting cross-legged on the ground, he let his long fluffy white hair hang down to the ground.

Mr. Curse Ling used his broad hands to help his little guy button up his fluffy pajamas, and combed his long chestnut-colored hair.

"Daddy! I want a bedtime story."

Chacha, who was in her pajamas, started walking excitedly. She trotted to the head of the bed, picked up the newly bought periodical "Hui Tan", and lifted it up on her tiptoes.

"Ah."

With his usual decadent face, Uosheng replied in a very indulgent voice.

He took the monthly magazine, and then reached out and hugged the little sun at home to the bed.Chacha cheered and got into the bed immediately, and Uogi also lay down on it, covering his thighs and Chacha's body below the head with a thick quilt.

Although the super-class Mr. Mantra is full of tendons and has a frighteningly low body fat rate. He hardly has much fat that can keep warm, but he can still maintain his body temperature, and he is not afraid of cold and heat even if he is shirtless.

After all, the curse spirit itself cannot be measured by human beings, no matter how human the curse spirit looks like.

With Uo, a huge heater, the bed was warmed up quickly.

The little guy clung to him like a puppy who insisted on clinging to adults and acting like a spoiled child, his eyes looking forward to it.

The tall and tall Mr. Curse Ling opened the "Hui Tan" that he would go to the bookstore to buy every month, and found the page of the fairy tale column skillfully.

Afterwards, he slowly read the above text in a deep and hoarse voice as usual.

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The quality of the short stories in "Huitan" is not bad, which is very suitable for Chacha's bedtime stories.

However, because only one book is published every month... Chacha often has no new stories to listen to, and Mr. Curse Ling has gone to the bookstore many times but failed to find new and suitable story collections.

The situation is similar to that of 50 years ago. People who are engaged in writing are still a minority, and even fewer of them are amazingly talented... At least in this country, compared with the flourishing comics industry, the performance of the literary world is a little more mediocre.

In the middle of reading the story, things that Uno was still hesitant about began to take a bias.

After reading a story, the little guy has fallen asleep.

As a cheap father, Mr. Juling looked at his little sun's blushing face in sleep, with a handsome young but decadent face, stretched out his hand and gently touched Chacha's head.

For the first draft... let's choose the style of "Huidan".

Mr. Manju Ling, who had nothing before meeting Chacha, made a choice again because of his personal relationship as a matter of course.

He closed the monthly magazine, quietly left the quilt, helped the sleeping girl tuck up the corner of the quilt, and then walked to the desk in the gradually silent night.

The bony tail hangs over the feet.

The tall and tall Mr. Curse Ling held a pen, with a slumped face, and a pair of red eyes stared at the manuscript paper seriously. After a long while, the sound of writing quickly resounded.

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This is a short handwritten fairy tale.

The main content is that a puppy, Shiataro, who accidentally got lost with his owner, is in bondage with various creatures on his way home.

As for the ending, Uo hesitated for a long time between "Chai Taro returned home smoothly" and "never returned home until he died", and finally chose the latter.

Chai Taro, who was determined to go home, did not realize his ideal in the end, and never saw his longing master again.

During the journey, Shibataro encountered many setbacks...but he survived strongly, and at the same time, he did great things and gained many new bonds.

It didn't die alone, and it never was.

Even without the human beings who took care of it and grew up, it still lives wonderfully and grows into a great appearance.

……

The total number of words in the story is about [-] words.

Because it was the first draft, Mr. Mantra spent one night revising it numerous times before arriving at the final result.

However, he was not as shy as a rookie author. He just calmly asked Chacha if he would listen to the story he wrote when he was playing building blocks with Chacha the next day.

——Fairy tales for children must be liked by children.

If Chacha listens with gusto, Uso will write his pen name, e-mail address, and mailing address at the end of the manuscript, put it in an envelope and affix a stamp, and drop it into the mailbox on the street when he is shopping for vegetables the next morning.

And Chacha has always been very supportive.

After all, it was Lian Uosheng's first time to cook burnt black food, and he was an idiot who could raise a silly smile and say it was delicious.

Usheng revised several sentences in the evening, and finally sent out his first short story in late January 2009.

——Spent enough time, with excellent and sophisticated writing, and wrote a very gentle, child-oriented plot.

A week later.

Uso received an e-mail from the publishing group accepting the submission.

[Dear Undead Teacher: Your manuscript "The Return of Chai Taro" has passed the review of our journal, and it will be published in the children's literature column of "Huidan" on No. 20 next month. We hereby inform you.

In addition: Considering that the pen name of "Undead" is not so suitable for children's literature, after discussions with the editors, we suggest that you change to a new pen name. Please send the new pen name to my journal's mailbox within three days. ]

Uno thought for a long time, and finally looked at the bone tail resting on his feet, and changed his pseudonym to Horn Tail.

... He has horns and a tail, so it is called horn tail.

Very simple and rude.

A few days later, he got his manuscript fee from the mailbox in front of his house.

The amount of money is already very impressive for a newcomer.

This path is currently available.

The brown-skinned Mr. Curse Spirit thought about it, and put the commemorative manuscript fee that passed the first draft into his pocket wallet.

He decided to buy her a delicious dessert while Chacha was taking a nap.

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The high-elastic white T-shirt slightly stretched out the explosive dark muscles, and the black jacket with a hood was worn on the outer layer.

The hood is thick enough to cover the long horns on the forehead, and the traces protruding from the horns may be regarded as the design of the hat itself or cosplay; while the unretractable bone tail is circling and compressing after the sharp thorns are restrained. It may have shrunk in size, and then it was wrapped around the waist, most of which was covered by the hem of the coat.

There is still a section of the overly long tail, which naturally hangs down from the waistband, like a strange bone decoration.

The non-human part is covered, and from the appearance alone, Uogi is exactly the same as a human being.

Then, Uno raised his hand to slightly cover his face, and those red eyes that seemed to be coagulated with blood suddenly turned into a bright iridescent color based on sapphire blue in an instant.

[Surgical expansion].

In the next moment, the aura on Uno's body completely disappeared, and his whole body was as non-existent as air.And the color of the pupils also slowly changed from iridescent to a lifeless dark red.

Uogi lightly recited another magic spell, and applied a weak suggestive interference spell to himself.

The principle of this technique is probably similar to [Tank]. Under the premise that the breath of the curse spirit is completely wiped out, in order to prevent ordinary people from bumping into it, this technique can make passers-by who cannot see themselves unconscious when they are about to bump into him. avoidance.

As a "genius" and "strongest" 50 years ago, Ubu could easily adapt and create corresponding techniques according to his own needs.

This is what Uno must do every time he goes out.

In this way, even if there is a [-]/[-] chance of encountering an assistant supervisor or magician unfortunately, there is a [-]% probability that the other party will not notice him.

After all, he doesn't have the slightest aura of a curse spirit on him, passers-by will be "indifferent" and avoid him naturally, Tsurumi Uo is just like an ordinary passer-by.

Even if Uoyu passed by a super conjurer, he would not be noticed as confident.

——Unless one is unlucky enough to meet a special magician with special abilities who can see through the essence of his existence at a glance.

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When Uosheng buys things, he always takes them by himself, and then puts the banknotes into the cash register according to the price on the label-if there is change, he will find it by himself, and if there is no change, he will probably pay a little more.

He couldn't be seen after all.

Likewise, he doesn't have much choice when it comes to shopping, either he has it on the shelf or he doesn't have it.Unless you write a letter or send an email in advance to make a reservation, and then have someone deliver it or pick it up quietly by yourself.

Mr. Mana Ling naturally walked into the private dessert shop he often went to, and went around behind the cabinet skillfully like a clerk in this shop.

While the lady owner was busy, he picked up a packing box, bent over and glanced at the beautiful little cakes, and finally put a matcha roll into the packing box by himself.

Skillfully packed, took out the change from his pocket, and then waited patiently. When the lady owner opened the cash register, she silently put the change in.

Before leaving, Uno took away the fourth-level curse spirit lying on the shoulder of the shop owner, and crushed it after walking for a while.

"Chacha's biological clock is very fixed, and she won't wake up until about an hour... At this time, it's enough time for me to go to the supermarket again."

The tall Mr. Mantra slowly glanced at the time, then took out a notepad from his pocket, and flipped through it.

"It just happened to be able to buy some daily necessities. I didn't know the amount of detergent before, and I wasted too much. I have to replenish new ones in time. Ah, the detergent is also used up... Well, speaking of it, is the garbage bag too expensive?" Almost gone?"

"Salt, soy sauce, and sugar must be replenished. The total price is about..."

"Well, I still have some money left over today. Do I want to buy the "Easy Housework" I saw in the bookstore last time? No, it is indeed "Mom's Life Management Technique" that is more cost-effective, but the previous one seems to be more cost-effective. More practical..."

"Ah, forget it, we should wait until next month to buy the monthly magazine to make a decision. For today, let's buy a toy for Chacha first."

Mr. Manju Ling seriously talked to himself, then took out a pen from his pocket again, and scribbled some supplementary items in the small notebook.

Finally, it closed with a "snap".

Clearly handsome but full of decadence, the black-skinned man put the notebook back into his pocket and put one hand in it.

Then, you have to leave now.

Go home before Chacha wakes up.

Mr. Mana Ling, who has settled here for more than a month, thought so, and then walked towards the supermarket briskly.

When he finished shopping and was ready to go home.

The keen Mr. Curse Ling suddenly stopped, his dark red eyes narrowed slightly, he turned to the side, and looked at the alley beside him.

This alley is very shallow.

It is so shallow that you can see the street at the end of the alley at a glance.

over there.

A boy not much older than Chacha, who is now five years old, was pursing his lips, with his slender eyelashes slightly drooping, passing by with a sullen face.

The boy has black curly hair, fair skin, and a soft face with obvious childishness, but his beautiful green eyes reveal a trace of reason and precocity that does not match his age. Looking straight ahead as if he didn't know anything about the status quo, he walked forward with regular steps, passing by Uo's vision for a short time.

And the boy's back—

A twisted, slimy monster with eight eyes was grabbing the child's shoulder with its slimy claws, clinging to it.