The Lord of Reincarnation

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After perfecting the plan, Fang Xian turned into a ruthless coding machine.

In just one night, I wrote a thick stack of manuscripts, not only completing the original Rocca's novels, but also writing the beginnings of several new horror and tragic novels, and preparing to submit them to the publishing house.

As for short poems?

With such a terrifying thing, it's better not to challenge Love's sensitive nerves.

After finishing all this, he had a good sleep, and when he woke up, it was already afternoon.

Holding a thick stack of envelopes, he drove into his own car, drove to a supermarket dozens of miles away to do shopping, and delivered the letter by the way.

Well, this is the virtue of Orsay City. The place is too big and the population is too small. Even if you go shopping, you have to drive for half an hour.

Without a car, it is almost impossible to move an inch.

Moreover, the wealthy here prefer to live in the suburbs, away from the city and close to nature.

The closer you are to the city, the more you can see a large number of slums, and the pollution is very serious.

About two hours later, he came back with a thick paper bag in his arms, put the milk, bread, and fresh meat in separate categories, and fried a small steak for himself, served with French fries and tomato sauce for dinner.

‘Love didn’t jump out to review my manuscript, isn’t he afraid that I will leak the secret? '

'No, no, with the investigator's caution, they probably have special reviewers in various influential newspapers and publishing houses? '

While cutting the steak, Fang Xian thought about the investigator's possible reaction and his own goal.

"The purpose of writing horror and tragic novels is to improve your strength, so that you will not be killed by sudden abnormal situations, so that you can work as an investigator longer..."

"After working as an investigator for a long time, I will definitely come into contact with different supernatural powers... At that time, maybe I can choose a path, slowly improve, and after reaching a sufficient level, I can try to solve my path problem..."

‘The Jieli is still at the sixth level, but it’s too bad...how can you improve when the Jieli is gone? Could it be that he has been stuck in the sixth level, being an ordinary person? '

'What I created...is it a dead end? '

'The way of Daluo,

Is it that simple... No matter how much I deduce it before, it is better to experience it myself...'

After eating and drinking, Fang Xian took a bath and fell asleep quickly.

Before falling asleep, he made a decision to agree to Shara's invitation to visit the art exhibition.

...

A sunny day.

Fang Xian drove to the urban area, the barren scene on both sides receded quickly, the outline of a city gradually emerged, and the shadows of black buildings became taller and taller.

This is the city of Orsay, a coastal city with a not particularly developed economy, known for its tourism and fishing industries.

At the same time, there are several well-known art colleges here, so it is also rich in artists and literature lovers.

After parking the car, he saw Shala and Stuart.

Shara was wearing a white dress and a parasol, looking very youthful and beautiful.

With an exaggerated hairstyle, Stewart came up and gave Fang Xian a hug: "Rocca...Sorry, it was my fault at the last party...that made you stay in the hospital for so long."

Hmm, what happened with Simpson last time has been settled, even Stewart thought that he had misjudged Simpson and harmed a bunch of people.

This caused him to have a very bad reputation in the social circle, and few people are willing to continue to be friends with him.

"fine."

Fang Xian took out the invitation letter that came with the letter: "Let's go, the organizer of this art exhibition is a newcomer?"

"Yes, his name is Devin, and he is a talented sculptor!"

Xia La chuckled lightly: "One of his works once sold for a high price of 1,000 gold pounds. Many admirers recognize his talent and believe that he has the potential to catch up with Master Capro!"

Capro!

This world-renowned sculpture master in the history of the world, a great artist whose name goes down in history.

Its style is famous for its changeable magnificence, bold and unrestrained.

It's a pity that he fell into madness in his later years, and died of madness after completing a work.

Fang Xian's evaluation of this master emerged in his heart, and he couldn't help but shudder; "The profession of artists is too dangerous in this world... They generally have high inspiration and are prone to contact with some abnormal and weird things." Maybe they will actively and fanatically pursue it, and regard it as a source of inspiration and creation. '

"Well, I can't wait to see you."

With a chuckle, he followed Shara and Stewart into the venue.

On both sides of the venue, there are plaster statues of various shapes.

They have portraits, animals, and some abstract works.

Although Fang Xian doesn't know how to appreciate them, he still feels that these sculptures are very vivid.

'And...it's normal. Nothing special enough to trigger my creative cravings...'

Fang Xian commented in his heart.

Whether it can inspire his creation is regarded by him as the criterion for judging whether it belongs to "supernatural power".

In front of the exhibition hall, there is a small stage.

At this time, an old man in a black suit was making his final statement to the microphone: "Ladies and gentlemen, please let me introduce you, the sculptor Dewen!"

He is a celebrity in this city, and he took the initiative to stand for Devon, which is very good for instant fame and fame.

"It's really enviable and enviable. He has achieved success at such a young age..."

Stewart looked at Devin who came out.

It was a young man in his twenties, tall and thin, wearing a tuxedo, with thin cheeks and sunken eyes, he seemed to have not slept well last night due to nervousness.

Of course, the audience present understood him very well and gave him warm applause.

"Thank you for coming to my sculpture exhibition... Orsay is a city of hospitality, and I am deeply in love with this land... Here, I would also like to thank my teacher, my guide..."

Devon grabbed the microphone and stammered.

"Yeah...we want to hold a book signing, don't know when it will be..."

Fang Xian pretended to be bored and shrugged his shoulders: "I want to go and have a look around, you can feel free..."

He walked through one exhibition hall after another, looking at those different sculptures, suddenly inspired.

When he followed this feeling and walked to the door of a studio, the throbbing stopped.

‘Is there something in the door? '

Fang Xian's eyebrows moved, but he didn't rush in.

He is just a rookie trainee investigator now, he knows a few spells, other than that, even his own personality is false.

This means that my high status is like a dragon's majesty, or the threat of a tiger. It's no problem to scare rabbits and mice. If you encounter a pack of wolves or another tiger, you will not be afraid at all, and you will just pounce on it... and you will find that you are actually It's a paper tiger, it will break if you poke it...

At this time, he is not yet sure enough to deal with the danger brought by supernatural power.

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