As usual, the business of the bookstore was still cold and cheerless.
At night, not a single customer came to the bookstore.
Ling Ping'an was also happy to be quiet and played games for a day.
It wasn't until he felt a little dizzy that he finally put down his phone.
Looking at the latest rank on the phone screen, he began to swell up.
"Hehe!" Ling Ping'an said arrogantly, "All the brave warriors of the canyon will bid to sell Seoul!"
"It's too easy! It's too easy! It's too easy! "
From the afternoon until now, he had only lost one game.
It was because two of his teammates had dropped the game, and the opponent was playing against him, so he had lost.
At other times, it was almost a crushing defeat.
Thus, he came to the Eternal Diamond in sections.
Rubbing his slightly sore temples, Ling Ping'an picked up the water glass and found the bag of unknown leaves in the drawer. He counted a few pieces from it and made himself a cup.
Drinking the sweet tea, his exhaustion was swept away.
Ling Ping'an raised his head and looked at the time on the computer.
It was 8: 30.
"Let's add more chapters today!" He said.
Thus, he sat down at the counter and began to type.
… …
Han Li's figure rose and fell from the tall buildings that had long been abandoned.
Soon, she arrived in front of a building that still looked bright and clean in the north of the old city of Donglin City.
On the glass wall of the building, the logo of Zhentai Industry was still hanging.
She raised her head and looked at the 55-story, 160-meter tall skyscraper.
The murmurs in her ears were rustling.
The building in front of her gradually changed in her eyes.
The originally bright and clean building was now like a piece of rotten wood.
The smooth glass wall in the eyes of outsiders was actually covered with all kinds of mold.
Han Li walked forward expressionlessly, pushed open the glass door, and entered the building.
The lights hanging in the hall to welcome guests lit up one by one.
The sounds of sobbing and crying came from all directions.
Gusts of cold wind blew on Han Li's body.
It made her feel an inexplicable cold.
But she just smiled.
"A little ghost dares to be impudent in front of me?" Han Li raised her hand and the scarlet whip appeared in her hand.
Crack!
The long whip made a crisp sound in the air.
In the sound of the whip, the lights hanging on the ceiling of the hall fell down one by one.
The sounds of sobbing and crying disappeared without a trace.
Even the cold wind had stopped blowing.
However, the long whip in Han Li's hand continued to extend forward.
It was as if it had a mind of its own, and it was chasing after something.
Finally, she caught it.
With a forceful tug, the scarlet whip returned to Han Li's side, dragging a person dressed in red with long hair covering his face.
The murmurs in her ears rustled and urged her.
Han Li looked like she was struggling.
But in the end, he could not resist the urging of the ravings.
She squatted down and looked at the thing that was still struggling despite being tied up by the long whip.
It was dressed in red, and its long hair, which seemed to grow from its head, covered its entire body.
Upon closer inspection, one would realize that this thing only had red clothes and long hair.
Under the red clothes and long hair, there was only a greenish-gray humanoid gas.
In Han Li's eyes, red clothes and long hair did not exist.
This was a ball of light that vaguely resembled a human.
Looking at it, Han Li could not help but drool.
So, she subconsciously reached out, grabbed the thing, and stuffed it into her mouth.
Crack! Crack!
Han Li's eyes gradually turned red.
Like a ferocious beast in the dark.
Fierce and cruel!
She chewed the ball of light in big mouthfuls, as if she was eating the most delicious thing in the world.
In front of her was the evil spirit that had once made countless demon hunters helpless.
The evil spirit that even the United Nations Security Council could not destroy.
It became food.
Because it was born.
In the abyss, all ghosts, vengeful spirits, and earthbound spirits were only food for the devil.
In essence, the devil was an existence that fed on souls.
She swallowed the evil spirit in red completely.
Han Li stood up and looked at the building again. Everything was different.
The hall that had once looked clean and tidy because of the existence of the evil spirit in red was now a dilapidated place covered with dust and spider webs.
Several skeletons were scattered around the sofa in the hall.
Han Li stuck out her tongue and licked her plump and bright lips.
"Delicious!" She commented on the taste of the evil spirit.
The evil spirit in red, which had occupied the building for more than ten years and caused countless demon hunters to return in defeat, no longer existed.
… …
Y'lisabet was now like a skeleton.
Her flesh and blood had already become fuel.
In the surging of the steam turbine, it turned into the great power of machinery.
Therefore, she dragged the tanks and armored vehicles together and piled them up into a steel mountain with a strange beauty and inexplicable logic, the peak of machinery.
The prototype of the steel altar had been formed.
The tracks became the foundation.
The armor was the outer wall.
The turret was the holy emblem.
The engine and the engine were the holy images.
Boxes of ammunition and barrels of fuel were placed in the center of the mountain.
"More is good, big is beautiful!" She raised her head and looked at the great altar in front of her. This sacred steel altar. Her eyes were full of devotion and awe.
At this time, the underground arms warehouse had been changed beyond recognition.
Everything had been transformed.
But...
Y'lisabet lowered her head and looked at the "Gospel for Machinery" in her hand.
At this time, this holy book of machinery had opened a new chapter.
The words cast by steel slowly turned into liquid iron and flowed onto Y'lisabet\'s body.
Her skinny body was once again filled with energy.
It also let her know what the next step of construction of this altar needed.
"Steel can only be watered with blood to produce will!" She said, "Machinery can only be awakened when life is injected!"
Therefore, she wanted to hunt.
Hunt the minions of the Diablos and use their blood to water this sacred altar.
Capture the descendants of the Diablos and use their lives to inject into machinery.
"The Great Soul of Machinery!" Y'lisabet worshipped the altar in front of her devoutly. "You are one, and also ten thousand. You are something, and also nothing!"
"You are the savior of the world, and also the apocalypse of destruction!"
"You are the steam riveting steel!"
"You are the Nanwu Gatling Bodhisattva, and also you!"
"You are the Holy Father, you are the Holy Mother, and you are the Holy Son!"
"May your Dao walk in all universes, like the engine of machinery, roaring in all worlds!"
She stood up and walked out of the warehouse.
Two laser knives stretched out from her arms.
Flesh and blood were pumped into the steam turbine, and the turbine was burning.
She was going to kill!
… …
Sitting at the counter, Ling Ping'an's inspiration burst forth like a tide.
A chapter of two thousand words. In less than half a novel, he was almost finished.
But suddenly, he was a little absent-minded.
All the inspiration came to an abrupt end.
There seemed to be some noise in his ears.
Vaguely, he seemed to hear a series of blurry and incomprehensible sounds.
This sound was a little like the sound of a car engine when the engine was broken.
But it also seemed a little like the sound of prayers in Taoist temples and Buddhist temples.
It only lasted for about two seconds at most.
The noise disappeared completely.
Ling Ping'an dug his ears. "F * ck!"
"What the hell!"
"At the critical moment, I actually had auditory hallucinations?"
"Damn it!"
He looked at the document that had already been written to 1725 words and wanted to cry, but no tears came out.
There were still 275 words left.
This was not a problem that could be solved by pouring water.
So...
Ling Ping'an looked at the computer and said, "Today's update is probably over!"
"But I didn't say anything about this, so it doesn't count!"
And...
To be honest, a failed author would count as a failed author.
So what?
No one would care at all.
Collecting the blades and being chased to update was a treatment that only a great god would have.
A failed author... was not worthy!
He raised his head and looked at the clock.
"It's actually only past nine o'clock!" Ling Ping'an was surprised. He took out his phone. "Such a beautiful scene. If I don't play a few games, I'll really be sorry for this good time!"
He charged into the canyon.
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