nucmednet Chapter 165: Stuck Again
Chapter 165: Stuck Again
Li Wenshu thought about what she had asked the system before, which was whether the underworld could know that she was reborn.
After she knew that there were ghosts and the underworld in the world, she thought about this question.
Logically speaking, she is already dead, and died in the future.
But the system insisted that it had no idea, because the system's existence was above the three thousand worlds.
As a result, the ghosts from the underworld have come to visit.
Li Wenshu raised his own questions.
The system's already sad and collapsed mood was made even worse, so it took a small wrench to repair the loophole in the system space.
Li Wenshu learned a little about the other party's situation based on Yan Wang's intermittent bubble replies.
For example, it is not easy for it to find them. It is easy for it to go to the human world, but every time it circulates energy and wants to reach the author, it will always be transmitted to other people.
While traveling, it finished reading another novel by Li Wenshu, and its emotions that had remained stable for billions of years collapsed in an instant.
It reached an unprecedented level of sadness. I wanted to find the author like crazy. I had never wanted to kill someone so much before.
It wants her to revive the protagonist!
How can it not be the King of Hell who decides a person’s life or death? If it says a person can live, then he can live!
The little King of Hell searched almost every corner of the world, but still couldn't find the person. He became extremely anxious and paid a heavy price just to find the person.
Don't get me wrong, it's not for the sake of reading the novel, it's because the author is too cold-blooded and too scheming!
The previous novel was stuck in writing, and it was so stuck that it lasted for so many years. For the first time in my life, I felt a heart attack.
Before the ghost messenger came along and it had to do the work of a thousand men alone, it didn't feel so uncomfortable, at most it just foamed at the mouth.
This was her first sin.
The second crime was that she killed the first character in the novel that he liked the most!
No! Allow!
Cheng Nan’s name is not on its book of life and death at all, so he is not allowed to die!
The Little King of Hell thought coldly and ruthlessly that when he found the author, he would first ask her to show him the sequel. After reading the sequel, he would force her to continue writing, and she must write to the finale as quickly as possible.
This kind of bewitching thing must be destroyed as soon as possible. The ending must be written in full before it is destroyed. After it is written in full, it must be reviewed and then destroyed.
It is a spiritual being of heaven and earth and is not affected by such things, but other people and ghosts are different and can be easily harmed.
As one of the masters of the underworld, it has the responsibility to protect them, so let it bear this suffering.
Li Wenshu chatted with it for a few words, and the other party told it the purpose of its trip.
[Write Cheng Nan to death. Why.]
[It doesn't make sense. Her name isn't in the Book of Life and Death.]
[resurrection.]
Period brother/sister.
Really pretend.
Every time Li Wenshu saw the King of Hell uttering words one by one, his mind was filled with these words.
"I wrote the novel, but the book of life and death of the characters in the novel is in the author's hands."
[Not allowed.]
[I bought the resurrection armor. For her.]
"Didn't you read the extra chapter? I gave them all a resurrection armor in the extra chapter."
[No. ]
Little King of Hell got the long-awaited extra chapter.
Li Wenshu saw bubbles coming out of its head again. This time there was no text in the bubble box, just a beating heart.
The system repaired the system space with great effort, and also paid to upgrade the system space.
After working for most of the day, I returned to the thatched hut and saw Yan Wang still in front of the computer. My waist, which had been bent all day, finally broke.
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Li Wenshu never hides the ending of a novel. He writes it in one breath, checks it carefully and corrects the errors, and then sends it out in one breath.
The prerequisite is that the ending is written smoothly.
Ever since that King of Hell came to the system space, he couldn't be driven away. Every time the system tried to drive him away, his bubble box would show a low power mode.
It doesn't matter, it remembers the purpose of its trip very clearly.
After reading the heartwarming extra chapter, it feels that this author can be left alone for the time being and still be allowed to work.
At least until she finishes this novel.
It is such a sober, rational and determined King of Hell.
But the system space is much more lively, although this King of Hell doesn't speak.
It should be considered that the system is unilaterally noisy. It is afraid of this ghost thing and hates it, but it can't drive it away.
However, Li Wenshu felt that there was one benefit. Perhaps in order to allow her to concentrate on writing a good ending, the little King of Hell would serve her tea and water, and even massage her shoulders.
She always kept a blank piece of paper and a pen at hand, because she would sometimes stop and make some simple notes on the paper.
Although they were all small things, they did make things convenient for her.
And what she has, the system also has.
It feels like finding a babysitter for free.
Li Wenshu's mind went blank for a moment, and his eyes returned to the computer screen.
It's a bit stuck here at the end.
I have a picture in my mind, but I can't describe the situation.
She wrote three versions of the ending, but was not satisfied with any of them.
The ending of the first version was revised two or three times, and it is basically unrecognizable and has nothing to do with the first version.
Writer’s block is truly every author’s darkest moment. The ending of Death Train was very smooth and satisfying.
Li Wenshu did not expect that he would get stuck at the end. The writing of this novel went smoothly at the beginning, except for the minor lags. I walked around in the system space to relax and was able to finish it.
She actually knew exactly what to write about the next plot, but the missing images in her mind made everything she wrote feel a little off.
I can't write any more.
I had planned to finish it yesterday, but as I was writing, the number of words exceeded my expectations and there were a lot of extra details, so I didn't finish it. I had thought I would be able to finish it today.
It turns out that plans cannot keep up with changes.
Li Wenshu scratched his hair, sighed, and sent an update for one chapter.
Today is probably the day with the fewest words updated in my life so far.
Last time I was stuck in a writer's block and had to update, at least I had some saved drafts to cushion the update. But with this novel, almost every update is done without any saved drafts.
I can't think of a follow-up today, and not having the sunroof open is already the best outcome.
The little King of Hell looked at the tea he had brewed in confusion, and thought to himself: Could it be that there is something wrong with the tea he brewed today?
Tang Mingxi has already joined the crew and started filming. After a whole day of filming, he was so tired that he almost became mentally retarded.
He never felt tired of being an actor before, but now he kind of regrets it. However, as soon as he shows signs of backing down, his agent looks like he's going to shoot him.
He was so tired that he had to find time to read the author's novels.
Sometimes he couldn't catch up with the day's updates, and his agent would confiscate his phone, saying that every time he finished reading a novel, his low IQ would be exposed and he would yell like an unintelligent monkey.
Wasn't he scared?