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Chapter 130 Can I authorize the underworld to publish the novel?

Her grandfather is now a ghost messenger from the underworld. With such a powerful identity, he must be able to protect her in some way, such as helping her get promoted, make a fortune, or something like that.

Not long after Wang Anxin left, the struggling bookstore announced that it had no stock.

The wails of the remaining people who didn’t buy anything resounded through the sky, and some even wanted to fall to the ground and throw a tantrum on the spot.

The major bookstores did not expect this. They had purchased so much inventory, how could it be sold out in an instant? Some bookstores were originally worried that they would not be able to sell out all of them. After all, the quantity was too large, more than twice that of other physical books.

As a result, when they opened the store the next day, it was even more terrifying than they had imagined. When the door opened early in the morning, they saw human faces outside. The clerk almost thought he was hallucinating and saw a group of ghosts so early in the morning. He was so scared that he almost died on the spot.

After that, I was very busy.

After Wang Anxin returned home, she prepared some things and wrote a wish list.

The list includes nothing more than academics, career, health and money, and also includes the type of appearance of a future boyfriend, as well as sweet and sour pork ribs, and the desire to keep writing novels, and preferably to have sex for 100 years...

This is like a turtle treating her grandfather as a wishing well.

Seeing the physical book burned to ashes, Wang Anxin's heart was bleeding. Although she knew that it was delivered to her grandfather in another way, the heartache was unavoidable.

Wang Anxin covered her eyes, thinking since she couldn’t see anything, she would pretend not to know and that it didn’t happen.

"Wang Anxin, what are you burning!!!"

Wang Anxin put down his hands quickly and looked in the direction where the sound came from. It was his uncle's family holding the offerings.

The one who made the sharp and miserable cry came from her funny uncle who claimed to be the most loyal reader of Sweet and Sour Pork Ribs in the world.

At this moment, he was like the famous painting "The Scream", with the sacrifice dropped at his feet, his face in his hands, and he looked like he wanted to faint on the spot.

The look he gave her was filled with hatred, confusion, and anger.

Wang Anxin waved his hands repeatedly and explained: "I am burning it for Grandpa to see..."

"Why don't you send it to your uncle if you don't want it!"

"Grandpa wants..."

"When did you become so superstitious? If you burn it, it will turn into ashes and no one will see it. Didn't you hear what Pai Gu said - there are no ghosts in this world!"

"grandfather……"

"Do you know that your uncle didn't buy the book today because he overslept? Do you know how sad I am today? Do you know what I was thinking when I saw that familiar corner?"

"I……"

"You don't know!" The uncle wiped away sad tears. The whole family went to buy it, but he fell into a deep sleep.

"I hate you," the uncle stared at Wang Anxin, then turned to his wife and children and said, "I hate you too. I will never forgive you, never!"

After yelling, he ran away crying.

Wang Anxin was confused.

"Oh, don't pay attention to my dad. He has been like this since he woke up at noon. He blames us for not waking him up when we went to buy books. Everyone knows that he would not wake up even if the house collapsed. In the morning, the alarm clock rang 32 times but he didn't wake up. Our whole family was awake."

"Who can I blame? What can I do? I was born without the ability to buy books."

"But you are really wasting a gift. You bought this physical book with great difficulty, but you just burned it for Grandpa. Although Grandpa liked to read novels when he was alive, he is dead after all..."

"You won't believe the recent discussion in the comments section about whether there are ghosts or not."

"In my opinion, it must be fake. They must be trying to team up to make fun of the author."

Wang Anxin smiled awkwardly and didn't tell her about the dream her grandfather had given her. People who haven't experienced it personally will never believe in such things. No matter how much you say, they will think you are joking.

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Old man Wang would check his mailbox every day to see if his granddaughter had burned the follow-up.

Today, when he received the follow-up, he also received three thick books. When he touched the book, he felt that the texture was different. It was completely different from the previous pirated books, and the title on the cover was "Death Train".

His eyes lit up. Could this be an authentic physical book?

Old man Wang opened the envelope that his granddaughter had burned and saw that it was indeed the authentic physical book. Oh, it was not easy to get it. Many people in the world don’t have it, but he, a ghost, received it first.

Oh, that’s why we say that the granddaughter is filial.

He opened the other letter and thought it was some other important news.

After taking a look, he frowned and wondered what the hell was going on.

Is this burning wrong? It's like making a wish.

Why not go to the temple to burn it? Why burn it to give him a ghost?

Old man Wang just threw it in without even reading it.

Hurry up and show off the genuine physical book.

"Oh, what you have in your hands are all pirated novels. Do you know what pirated novels are? They are physical books that have not been approved by the author. They are not formal."

"Look at what I have in my hand. It's the genuine edition. Look at the cover. The handwriting. And look at this. There's even an introduction to the author. Wow, it's really rare."

"My granddaughter snatched it for me specially. She said that many people in the world couldn't get it. I am the first one to have it."

As for showing off, Old Man Wang certainly wouldn't show off in Ghost Young's place. He would go directly to the Ghost Market to show off in public.

It feels so good to feel the envious gazes of people around you.

"Tsk, what a big deal, it's as if you are the only one with descendants."

"So what? I don't want to read novels. Your boasting has no effect on me. By the way, what's your granddaughter's name? I'll ask her in my dreams next time."

"You only have three. I'll ask my grandson to burn ten for me."

"If my daughter can burn twenty copies for me, I will go and see her in my dream right now."

"What's there to brag about? It's just so-so. I feel like it's no different from a pirated novel. Or maybe I didn't read it clearly. Bring it here so I can take a closer look."

"It's so hard to get something in the world. The one you have is definitely not an authentic copy. It may be even more trash than the one I have. Throw it away quickly. It's really embarrassing. By the way, tell me where you throw it. I recycle trash."

"What's the point of exploiting your own offspring? I'll show you how to exploit other people's offspring. I'll just randomly grab a lucky person from the world and burn his book for me."

"I don't even have a pirated physical copy of the book, so I read other people's novels everywhere. Is this what happens when you become a ghost queen and give up?"

"Can we in the underworld print our own novels so that everyone can read them?"

"If we print it ourselves, that would also be without the author's consent."

"Then someone should ask the author for permission, so that when the human world is updated, the underworld can also be read."

"I don't know the author's name. I don't think I can find someone to tell me in my dream."

"Can the ghost do this?"

In an instant, several pairs of eyes looked at Old Man Wang.

Old Man Wang: “…”

"How should I know? I've only been in office for a few days."

"Go up and ask someone. You ghost officials must have more connections than us ordinary ghosts."

"That's right, it would be great if I could connect to the human world. I want to leave a comment for the author."