Julia walked past a row of bookshelves out of habit, and surprise suddenly appeared on her face: "The final volume of Mr. Rings has been released?"
She doesn't particularly like 'Mr. Ring', but she bought his work last time and always wanted to see the ending to be happy.
When I was visiting the bookstore today, I saw that the finale had already been released, so I bought it.
At this time, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw two other books, also belonging to Mr. Ring.
""Robert and Yingliye", "House of Horror"?"
She thought for a while and did not turn over the book "Horror Hill". She didn't like horror, but "Robert and Yingliye" looked like a love story at first glance. She took it in her hand and flipped through two pages, and was immediately attracted by the innocence in it.
Attracted by the love and gorgeous and exquisite description of the environment.
"This lady..."
It wasn't until a clerk came over to remind her that Julia's face turned slightly red.
She almost stood in front of the bookshelf and read the entire book. This was not a ladylike behavior.
"I want to buy this book, and this book "Robert and Yingliye"!"
Julia hugged the books and was not willing to let go.
She had already seen the twists and turns of their love, which felt both sweet and bitter. At this time, she wanted to know the final outcome so much that she couldn't wait even a minute.
After purchasing the books, Julia did not go home. Instead, she went directly to a nearby cafe, ordered a cup of coffee, and read books in the trivial light of the afternoon.
Gradually, a sparkle appeared in the corner of her eyes, and she felt heartache: "Why... why did Yingliye die? Where is Robert? What will happen to him next? Will he die for love? Or will he fall in love with another woman?
...I really want to watch the second part..."
"Damn Mr. Ring, he is so abominable."
At this time, Julia did have the urge to send Fang Xian a blade. At the same time, she couldn't wait to watch the content of the second part, and her heart was even more tormented...
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Smith is a horror enthusiast.
He went to the bookstore today and bought a few horror books. After returning home, he couldn't wait to hide under the quilt and get up.
Because of the strict family rules, he had to turn off the lights and use a flashlight instead.
In the middle of the night, Smith read "The House of Horror" and was immediately attracted by the exquisite design.
Most of the horror at this time only focused on the description of the bloody environment, similar to the plasma film. When encountering Fang Xian, who is good at describing psychological horror, it suddenly pales in comparison, making the young man feel as if he has discovered a new continent, and he can't stop enjoying it.
Especially the last part where the real murderer surfaced, it was unexpected and reasonable, which made him hooked.
"But...why did the heroine die? Ahhhhh..."
When Smith saw the end, he yelled: "The male protagonist is so miserable, he is actually disabled...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh buthhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Okay?"
"Smith, what are you doing?"
Suddenly, the quilt was lifted, revealing his parents.
"me……"
Smith wants to hide, but how is that possible?
"Stay up late reading, no wonder your grades have declined so quickly..." Smith's mother had already raised her palms, and his father directly grabbed the book and tore it into pieces.
"ah……"
The green boy's screams immediately echoed in the room...
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Within the apartment.
Fang Xian threw away the pen in his hand and looked at the messy piece of draft paper in front of him.
The white paper is covered with all kinds of strange lines, like a child's random graffiti. There are only a few words on it and it is not systematic.
'Failed……'
'Sure enough, my 'ability' doesn't always lead to success, not to mention... I'm too normal!'
Fang Xian looked at his hands: 'This time, I didn't take drugs, and I didn't let my spirit and reason decrease... It seems that the chaotic power of Hei Tai Sui is in such a good state that I can't even touch it?'
He was not prepared to take medicine.
Creation can be achieved overnight when inspiration comes, or it can be achieved through hard thinking and accumulation.
Fang Xian, who has already read part of the "Secret Gu Manual" and faced the "Black Tai Sui" directly, can create a brand new "spell" as long as he is given a little time.
At this moment, he rubbed his eyebrows and suddenly felt countless noises coming from his ears that seemed both real and illusory.
They are composed of voices of different men and women, like babbles or complaints, layer upon layer, sweeping in like waves.
Fang Xian's consciousness was slightly immersed, and he heard a voice: "Oh! Why did Yingliye die? My heart hurts!"
"Damn Mr. Ring, I want to hit him!"
""House of Terror" is so exciting, but the protagonist is a bit abusive, but I still want to watch it..."
That is the resentment and pain that each reader feels after his works!
When they cursed the pen name "Mr. Ring", they had unknowingly connected with Fang Xian.
This is because Fang Xian himself has the sixth level of Alchemist and can collect this kind of 'faith' and 'prayer'.
'Prayers are not always good. Faith is just the power of emotions. Like this... it is also belief, but it is negative... There are many evil gods in this world who like it.'
The reason why Fang Xian collected this was because of the poem "Bird with Broken Wings".
That mantra requires pain, a lot of pain.
The more pain, the greater the power!
The highest physical pain is childbirth, but the mental pain has no upper limit!
The pain of one person is no greater than the pain of thousands of people!
'These...will be the materials for me to practice the 'Broken-Winged Bird' mantra!'
Fang Xian has a feeling that when he casts the 'Broken Wing Bird' spell again, the power will be horribly increased.
This is also the result of his planning.
"The broken-winged bird is my name, eating your pain to feed my heart."
Fang Xian murmured in a low voice, feeling that a part of his mental power had been transformed. Unlike the 'worm hymn' that was full of dark vitality, this part of his mental power was extremely sharp, like a knife.
Even, a black mist vaguely appeared in front of his eyes, and he saw the trace of the big bird.
'Perhaps...if I accumulate enough pain, I can still summon the broken-winged bird, which is probably on the same level as Black Tai Sui...both are quite powerful guys...'
Fang Xian's eyes lit up: "But... what I should really study is the 'Immortal Psalm'. It is my destiny, and it contains my information... maybe... my hope of recovering my cultivation is also in it...