In order to allow the book friends who invested in me to recover more of their investment, I have persisted in updating 3,000 words every day for more than ten days. If I persist for another 20 days, I will succeed. This is not easy for a part-time author. What follows?
I will be very busy at work for half a year. So, I can only express my attitude in my own way this time.
I hope that everyone will have a better tomorrow, that everyone’s life will be full of hope, and that those of us who have dreams about words and literature can embrace our dreams and keep going.
The following are two extras from the first volume, allowing me to keep to 3,000 words.
"Yuwen Jianxue's Snow"
While Wu Ma and Tian Deping were fighting to the death in the secret room, Yuwen Jianxue outside was also in a very bad situation.
She and the few survivors are making their last effort to survive.
The manic dead man who suddenly appeared in the backyard lost his mind and was not afraid of death. He would only fall to the ground after cutting off his head.
This makes their situation even more dangerous.
The phantom of the furbolg that rolled closer and closer followed the footsteps of the god of death, devouring the lives of hundreds of soldiers.
Under the cover of everyone, Yuwen Jianxue almost frantically slashed at the door with his sword.
Only a banging sound was heard, and the force of the rebound on the door made Yuwen Jianxue's mouth split open, and his hands were stained with blood.
There was no trace of a sword scratch on the door panel.
"otherwise,"
Pei Ji said: "Let's dig a tunnel? The shadow can't get under the ground, right?"
"Thank you for remembering it!"
Liu Wenjing swung her wooden stick and threw a fireball towards a dead soldier. The dead soldier's body was covered in flames, but he still rushed towards Liu Wenjing regardless.
"Look, no one will let us dig holes in peace."
Seeing the phantom of the furbolg getting closer and closer and the dead bodies attacking one after another, Yuwen Jianxue felt that there was really not much time left for him.
Even though her hands were in terrible pain and even though they were covered in blood, she still swung her sword unswervingly to hit the door.
"Change another room," Li Shimin suddenly said, "This one will definitely not be open."
Everyone was awakened by him and looked around.
Liu Wenjing looked at the direction of the secret room, "Looking at the direction in which the shadow is rolling, it should be these two rooms that will be swallowed up in the end."
He pointed to the secret room and then to the dark room next to the secret room.
Yuwen Jianxue's heart sank as she looked at it.
Previously, even through the yellow light shield, she could clearly see that a group of soldiers from the County Cheng Mansion entered the room and never came out again.
Wang Wei and Gao Junya also went in.
Gao Junya was still dragged in by Tian Deping by the neck.
Even at this moment, the pungent smell of blood was still wafting out of this room, making Yuwen Jianxue choke and feel nauseated.
But as for the other room, the one Tian Deping escaped into - it couldn't be opened at all.
While resisting the dead soldiers, everyone looked at the two rooms with grave expressions.
"There's no time to hesitate,"
Li Shimin said: "I'll come first."
With that said, he walked towards the room that smelled of blood.
"Erlang," Liu Wenjing held him back: "I'll do it."
While talking, she leaned into his ear and whispered: "Don't be ridiculous - you are a figure comparable to the Emperor of the Han Dynasty and Emperor Wu of the Wei Dynasty. You are the chosen one. How could you fall in a place like this?"
He wanted to get into the house before Li Shimin.
"No need,"
Li Shimin said, "I'm sure there is no danger in this room - otherwise, Tian Deping would invite us in without us having to think of a solution."
After saying that, he kicked open the door of the dark room, and a large area of blood mist poured out.
Yuwen Jianxue's heart suddenly tightened and she almost screamed.
Liu Wenjing quickly went to pull Li Shimin's sleeve.
Li Shimin stepped aside to avoid the blood mist, "Don't be nervous, the blood mist was left by those soldiers from the County and Cheng Mansion just now."
When the blood mist cleared, he was the first to walk in.
Seeing his noble body, everyone dared to risk their lives and find a way to survive. They all said nothing to each other and followed him in one after another.
Yuwen Jianxue fought alone and held the dead soldiers outside with an unknown snow sword. He only thought in his heart: "It is Erlang's behavior that can convince everyone.
Compared to the two men whose souls have already ascended to heaven, Erlang of the Tang family is hundreds of times smarter, and he will definitely be a great person in the future."
While his mind was spinning, the person had retreated to the door of the secret room.
The shadow outside was getting closer and closer, and it was coming this way.
Yuwen Jianxue's eyes were sharp, and the nameless snow sword swung half a circle, and the few dead soldiers who were besieging the door were all swung away. She then flashed into the house, closed the door, and locked it.
Then I heard the dead soldiers rushing towards me and knocking on the door.
Soon there was silence again.
Yuwen Jianxue's heart sank, and she guessed that these dead soldiers had also been swallowed by the furbolg phantom.
As soon as he entered the house, Li Shimin said: "Let's go look separately to see if there is a secret passage in the house."
Then I saw that everyone ignored the smell of blood in the throat, and didn't care to look at the strange patterns and patterns in the room. They rummaged through the boxes and cabinets in the room, looking everywhere, but still found nothing.
After a while, the shadow of the furbolg seeped in from the three walls, slowly moving inside, constantly devouring the space in the room.
Only the wall near the secret room is safe.
While everyone was searching, they were forced back to the wall by the shadow of the furbolg.
Without saying a word, Li Shimin slashed at the wall with his sword, naturally wanting to open a passage.
Yuwen Jianxue and his master also used their own methods. Unexpectedly, this wall seemed to have been enchanted, and even the wall skin could not be cut down.
Seeing that the gray mist was about to swallow Yuwen Jianxue up.
Li Shimin suddenly stood in front of her, like a tall wall, separating her from the shadow.
Yuwen Jianxue raised her head and looked at him.
Li Shimin turned his back to her and said nothing.
Yuwen Jianxue took a step forward and stood side by side with Li Shimin.
Li Shimin looked at her in surprise.
But she looked behind her, and the others were still knocking on the wall of the secret room. Pei Ji worked hardest.
Of course, it may not be impossible to maliciously speculate that Pei Ji had long known that this was a useless effort, and just wanted to lean on the wall to survive for a while.
The phantom of the furbolg was getting closer and closer, and everyone was forced into a small corner, so crowded that they couldn't move.
The sound of "dong dong dong" came over - Pei Ji was still smashing the wall.
Yuwen Jianxue looked forward and saw that the phantom of the furbolg was only a fist away from him.
When death was about to come, she was unexpectedly relaxed, like a drowning person who fell into the sea and gave up the struggle knowing that the sea was invincible.
Soon, the shadow of the furbolg engulfed everyone...
At the moment of being swallowed, Yuwen Jianxue suddenly remembered the snow in July of the third year of Daye. The snow was still warm.
Aye stood on the execution platform, looking at himself kindly, as if to say that everything would be fine.
After that snow, Yuwen Jianxue’s name had the word “snow” added to it.
In her heart, this word of snow is also the word of blood, which can never be erased.
But at this moment, the shadow swallowed her up.
Everything is over, and the things that can never be erased will disappear.
So be it.
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"Extra Gota Tokuhira's Magical Plan for the Magic Chicken"
"It's getting late." Tian Deping stood in the backyard and looked up at the sky.
He imagined the bloody and heartwarming scenes that would happen tonight, wandering through the atmosphere of the county magistrate's house on the eve of the storm.
It is said that time always passes very long on days when life and death are at stake.
After leaving the secret room, Tian Deping began to worry about why night had not fallen yet.
For a period of time, Tian Deping seemed to be able to hear the sounds of prayers and supplications coming from the secret room, the kind of sounds that came from the soul.
It was as if someone had sneaked into Tian Deping's mind and had a direct conversation with his natal monster.
"Has the consciousness of the sacrifice awakened?"
Tian Deping shook his head. "
The body of the sacrifice must be unable to move.
Therefore, such an awakening is meaningless and will only make him more helpless and frightened when the sacrifice comes.
It's useless. Tian Deping smacked his lips, this was death sent by the "Eternal Life Heaven".
If it can be avoided by just praying and begging, then life would be too simple.
Even people like Tian Deping, who have gone through all kinds of difficulties and dangers and finally achieved Kulada, still have to work hard if they want to survive, if they want to realize their long-cherished wish, and if they want to stay with their loved ones.
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And those who do not work hard enough and live too naively are unfortunately caught up in the whirlpool of the storm and are not qualified to survive until the end.
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Before the decisive battle approaches, Tian Deping seems to have a lot of things to do, but also doesn't seem to have to do anything.
Everything is ready.
Victory always favors those who are prepared.
Since the assassination of Li Yuan was inevitable, Tian Deping, with the mentality of preparing a boat in times of drought, selected the dead man who would undertake the assassination task very early.
I also went through brainwashing and training for a long time.
The dead soldiers knew Li Yuan's appearance, habits, and the structure of Tang Gong's mansion very well.
Only the last night is left, only the last blow is left.
With an attitude of strategically despising his opponents and tactically valuing them, Tian Deping planned to seize the last moment and visit various places in the County Cheng Mansion——
He wanted to review the patterns he had laid out and silently rehearse the process of the final battle in his mind.
He walked around slowly and confidently, a bit like a stickman pretending to be a master, and like a rooster sitting idle in a chicken coop watching the hens.
Even if he really turns into a rooster, Tian Deping feels that he should be a magic chicken.
Because of Tian Deping’s magic chicken plan.
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In the side room of the front hall, Wang Wei was playing with the sandbox alone, deducing various outcomes that might happen tonight.
Tian Deping looked through the crack in the door, and Wang Wei smiled at him pretending to be calm.
This poor performance could not hide his nervousness at all.
The solemn feeling in the ear room was like fallen leaves falling to the ground after the biting autumn wind.
Tian Deping sneered secretly.
Wang Wei is in a high position, but he has never been one to do big things.
He's a bit ruthless, but not smart enough.
A dragster like Gao Junya, who is not very clear-headed and has child-like innocence, should have been kicked out of the counter-insurgency team long ago.
Also, can you believe that Liu Shilong looked like a ghost, but he was stupid enough to invite him to the county magistrate's house to discuss important matters?
If Tian Deping hadn't been prepared in advance, Wang Wei's reckless move might have been fatal.
As for Wang Wei's promise - on the day of success, he will recommend himself to the Holy King.
To be honest, Tian Deping never placed all his hopes on Wang Wei.
In today's world, awakened disciples are very valuable.
No, it can no longer be measured with money.
Every hero who aspires to dominate the world longs for awakened disciples. Especially those with extraordinary talents, deep strength and great wisdom like Tian Deping.
If he becomes famous in the battle against Jinyang, everyone knows that the Holy Lord will probably summon Tian Deping in person.
As long as he can see the Holy Lord and be rewarded by him, he can expect to become an immortal or a god in the not-too-distant future - she will also accompany him to become an immortal.
In this way, we can be together forever and never be separated.
Tian Deping smiled flatteringly at Wang Wei - this would be the last time Wang Wei saw such a smile.
Wang Wei nodded solemnly at him.
The eyes of the two people met in mid-air, giving each other a trusting, firm and resolute look.
Tian Deping came to the backyard with his hands behind his back, feeling very happy.
The dead soldiers were meditating and breathing in a darkroom in the backyard.
This room is quieter than a lonely grave in the wilderness.
A dead soldier is calmer than a corpse in a grave.
It's often this dead silence before a volcano erupts.
Tian Deping drew a huge pie for them, with glory, wealth, and immortality. Few ordinary people could resist these temptations.
Passing by the door of the secret room, he saw a rather familiar guard with dark circles under his eyes, holding the black staff he had given him.
Tian Deping could always see him in the past two days, which made Tian Deping wonder if the county magistrate's office was short of manpower.
After some inquiring, I found out that this soldier was worried that others would not pay attention to the duty, so he took the initiative to stand an extra guard every day.
No one would have thought that the black staff in the soldier's hand could make him less susceptible to the evil spirit of blood than others.
Passing by a wing on the west side, Tian Deping saw Gao Junya offering an altar of incense to an unknown deity.
He stood up and kowtowed, kowtowed and stood up, tirelessly repeating useless rituals, praying that today's event would be successful, Jinyang would be peaceful, and the people would be peaceful.
Sometimes, Tian Deping had to admit that Gao Junya was pedantic and stupid, but in the eyes of some people, he might be considered a loyal minister of the country and the people.
Gao Junya saw Tian Deping.
He walked out of the side room and walked to Tian Deping.
Only then did Tian Deping discover that Gao Junya had a blood-red mark on his forehead.
"Tian Canjun,"
Gao Junya said: "Do you remember that you promised me before that when you sacrifice, you will give the sacrifice a good time, right?"
Tian Deping was fed up with this idiot.
Even when he was dying, he still bothered to pay attention to such meaningless things over and over again. Tian Deping no longer wanted to guess how big Gao Junya's heart was and how much batter he had in his head.
Tian Deping said nothing.
Gao Junya became a little anxious and frowned, "The sacrifice is about to be made, why don't you tell me that you are going to regret it!"
"Remember it."
Tian Deping nodded calmly.
Obviously, this is a promise that cannot be kept.
The greatest value of sacrifice is sacrifice.
If the sacrifice is not painful, wailing, and heartbreaking, how can it attract the attention of the ancient gods?
What's more, the pain of the sacrifice is not limited to the time of sacrifice.
From the day it was used as a sacrifice, the sacrifice and pain were conjoined twins.
"Then you still remember,"
Gao Junya pointed to the sky and the ground, "We planned to pray for rain when we offered sacrifices - now, although we can't wait for a good and auspicious day to pray for rain, we must not give up on praying for rain."
Tian Deping said: "If praying for rain will delay Ping Ni, will General Lang persist?"
"This is our fate,"
Gao Junya said: "But I believe that as long as we have a holy king in our hearts, a country, and serve the people wholeheartedly, heaven will be on our side, fate will favor us, and we will never fail."
"Then it's as you wish." Tian Deping said.
He sneered in his heart.
Obviously, you have brought a pig teammate - God and fate will be on your side, but victory will not.
Victory will only follow the strong, who pursue victory at all costs, and who will never give up until they achieve their goals.