"Actually, it's nothing."
Zhang Daniu downed the cup of cold beer in one gulp. He let out a big burp and waved a bone in his hand. "You know, I've written some things before, but '40,000 Years of Cultivation' is completely different. I can't tell when it started, but some fragmented and mottled dreams kept appearing in my mind. They were like countless bright lanterns floating, spiraling, and dancing in the depths of my mind. Inside each lantern was a planet, and inside each of them were countless stories of countless people living on the planets in all kinds of shapes.
"I didn't have to do anything at all. As long as I put my hands on the keyboard, those wonderful stories that happened on the planets in outer space would flow out by themselves. It was as if they had real lives and were completely out of my control."
"Is it … a dream again?"
Li Yao was absent-minded for a moment. He pondered for a moment and said, "Then, Brother Niu, did anything strange happen during the writing process? Or did your body have any abnormalities?"
"Strange? Abnormalities? "
Daniel Zhang blinked his eyes. "Nothing particularly strange. It's just that my luck hasn't been very good recently. I also have a little tenosynovitis and lumbar muscle strain. What are you referring to?"
"Nothing, nothing."
Li Yao smiled and pretended to pour a drink for Daniel Zhang, but "accidentally" knocked the other party's glass to the ground.
If the other party really had superhuman reflexes, he should have reflexively caught the glass, right?
But Daniel Zhang's reaction was really slow. He let the glass fall to the ground, splashing beer foam all over his body.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Brother Niu. I'm really sorry."
Li Yao hurriedly wiped the other party and asked, "By the way, someone told Brother Niu that the four to five hundred chapters of '40,000 Years of Cultivation' have completely different styles from the beginning to the end. It's as if they were written by two different authors, giving a strong feeling of tearing. I feel that from a business point of view, this kind of writing style is very harmful to the results. Readers who like the style at the beginning will inevitably be impatient at the end, while readers who like the style at the end will often not be able to persist past the four to five hundred chapters. Brother Niu, what did you think to write this way?"
"Don't, don't mention it!"
Daniel Zhang did not care about such a trivial matter as the wine glass falling to the ground. He slapped his thigh and rolled his tongue. "You won't believe me if I tell you this. I … I don't know what's going on either!
"Actually, I've been writing this novel in the same manner as the first four to five hundred chapters. It's very smooth, and it doesn't take much effort. There are still quite a few readers who support it. I originally thought that I'd just keep writing like this. Anyway, I'll just kill some monsters, level up, slap some faces, and find some women while I'm at it. The most important thing is women. I'm going to find a new woman for Li Yao every time I change a map. Then, I'll find a new woman for Li Yao every time I change a map. Then, I'll change a map. Heh, guess what?
"Besides, think about it. How many face-slapping, revenge, and other messy plots can a woman lead to? You can find three, five, or ten women, and you can get a few million words. How easy is that, right?"
"Uh …"
Li Yao felt a bit awkward, but he still nodded his head and said, "You're not wrong."
"Yes. I've already planned everything. The Speaker of the Federation, the queen of the Imperium, and the leader of the Holy League can be a human-shaped crystal processor, but they can also be a woman with a metallic body. There are also dozens of beautiful women from demons, devils, deities, Pangu, Nuwa, and other species who have a 'competition of beliefs' with Li Yao in the magnificent sea of stars. You can say that my imagination is not rich at all!"
Daniel Zhang's breath reeked of alcohol. "As it turned out, when I was writing about four to five hundred chapters, I caught a cold for some reason and had a fever. It was truly the most serious fever that I've ever had in my life. It was 38 to 39 degrees for several days in a row. All the injections and medicines did not work at all. I was so dizzy that I felt that my soul had left my body and traveled to another world. I couldn't tell whether I was asleep or awake, and whether I was in reality or in a dream."
"Oh?"
Li Yao narrowed his eyes. His hands were almost knocking a piece of wood off the table. Holding back his shock, he said, "How could such a thing happen? You were so seriously ill! But according to Brother Niu's update history, you seem to have been updating at least two chapters a day. You have a lot of chapters in reserve, don't you? "
"How can I have any chapters in reserve? I'm writing and publishing them on the spot."
Daniel Zhang's face was full of confusion, too. "To be honest, I was quite confused during those few days. Even I thought that I would definitely stop updating this time. I did not feel that I was touching the keyboard at all. I only felt that, vaguely and vaguely, a beam of light seemed to have shot into my head from the sky, and a buzzing sound that sounded like a fly was echoing inside my head crazily. It was almost driving me crazy.
"Such a state of confusion lasted a couple of days. It was not until five days later that I gradually woke up. I thought that I was doomed and that I would definitely be cursed to death by the readers. But when I opened the manuscript and the website, hehe. It was really weird. As it turned out, I had been updating every day without missing a single day!"
"So … amazing?"
Li Yao said thoughtfully, "That is to say, you still insisted on writing when you were unconscious. What's more, the things you wrote were very logical, and the plots could be connected?"
"That's right. During those few days, I was even releasing three to four chapters a day!"
Daniel Zhang chewed on the meat bone with big bites. His mouth was full of oil. Drunk, he could not hide the smug expression on his face. "At first, I also felt a little strange. Why didn't I know what I was writing? Later, after pondering for a few days, I finally figured it out. As the saying goes, 'what you think in the day, you will dream in the night'. Perhaps I was too passionate about science fiction, literature, the universe, and the future. Therefore, a lot of plots and descriptions of characters had been stored in my subconscious. Typing on the keyboard had become a natural instinct, like breathing and heartbeat. I didn't need to use my brain at all. Hahahaha!
"I'm not bragging, but there are precedents. I remember a scientist. I can't remember which country he was from. Anyway, he was the one who discovered the periodic table of the elements. It was said that he couldn't figure out the periodic table of the elements even though he racked his brains during the day. Then, when he was dreaming at night, hehe, he suddenly had an epiphany and found it!
"Of course, I can't be compared to the scientist, but it does make sense. The so-called dreams are the subconscious of people. Don't you think so?"
"Yes … I think so."
Li Yao said, "Your experience was like a heavenly book. It was too legendary. Can you tell me more about it in detail? Where did you write when you were in a coma because of the high fever?"
"Let me think. I think it was about Huangpu Shiyi when the Immortal Cultivators showed up for the first time in the Temple of Immortals."
Daniel Zhang thought carefully for a long time and said, "Do you remember? In the plot, a Refiners' Meeting of the Flying Star Sector came to an abrupt end. It ended very abruptly, and I felt particularly torn. I began to have a fever during those days. Later, I was not completely recovered in a week but had to struggle for a couple of months. My head didn't feel right at all. It was not until the plot about Iron Plateau, Yan Xibei, the Blood Stripe Virus, and the apocalyptic strike that my body was finally fully recovered."
"No wonder."
Li Yao nodded and said, "I was thinking that in the Refiners' Meeting of the Flying Star Sector, you wanted to describe in detail how the protagonist won the competition and how the Temple of Immortals and the Immortal Cultivators showed up out of nowhere and ended with an explosion. The whole plot was indeed very awkward. As it turned out, you had such a high fever. Everything makes sense now.
"Also, starting from the Temple of Immortals and ending with Iron Plateau, Yan Xibei, and the apocalyptic strike, it was almost a turning point for the whole novel. From then on, the whole pattern and the plot were completely different. It seems that you did … awaken something during your fever and coma."
"Awaken? You don't say. That's a wonderful word! "
Zhang Daniu slapped the table and said, "After I completely woke up, it's not that I didn't consider retracting the plot and continuing the novel according to my original plan. But on one hand, I was already too far away from the plot. On the other hand, how should I put it? Something in my head seemed to have been awakened and controlled my hands. Before I realized what was going on, it manipulated the characters in the novel and sprayed out dozens of chapters of dialogue, creating a lot of mysteries of the universe and discussions of civilizations. Many readers who were unaware of the situation said that I was dragging my feet, but they didn't know that I didn't want to do that. I was very troubled, too!"
"Did your hands … lose control?"
Li Yao felt more and more certain that he had made the right choice by tricking the author into coming out. The clues that the author had provided when he was drunk were too valuable.
However, the clues alone were not enough to answer all the questions that had been bothering him, including the fact that he had acquired superpowers.
"Brother Niu, if you don't mind me asking a question."
Li Yao continued feeding the beer that had been mixed with liquor to Daniel Zhang's mouth. "Are you going to continue the story of 'Forty Thousand Years of Cultivation'? Many readers are looking forward to it. Really! "
Although Daniel Zhang was drunk, the question obviously made him feel awkward.
"Well, how should I put it? We were having such a good time. I really don't want to lie to you."
Daniel Zhang sighed deeply and looked at the bone in his hand. "It's hard to explain in a few words."
"What's wrong?"
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