New Xili Bookstore.
Julia walked past a row of bookshelves out of habit. She was pleasantly surprised. "The final chapter of Mr. Ring's novel is out?"
She didn't really like Mr. Ring, but since she'd bought his work last time, she wanted to see the ending.
When she was shopping in the bookstore today, she saw that the final chapter was out, so she bought it.
Just then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw another two novels by Mr. Ring.
"Robert and Ingrid, Horror Mountain Villa?"
She thought about it and did not flip through Horror Mountain Villa. She did not like horror novels, but Robert and Juliet was obviously a love story. She took it and flipped through a few pages. She was immediately captivated by the innocent love story and the gorgeous and exquisite environment description in the book.
"Madam …"
Julia didn't blush until a shop assistant came over to remind her.
She almost stood in front of the bookshelf and finished reading the whole novel. That wasn't ladylike behavior.
"I want to buy this, and also this Robert and Ingrid!"
Julia hugged the books and didn't want to let go.
She had already seen the ups and downs of their love story. It was sweet and bitter at the same time. She wanted to know the final ending so badly that she couldn't wait a minute longer.
After buying the books, Julia didn't go home. Instead, she went to a coffee shop nearby and ordered a cup of coffee. She read the book in the afternoon light.
Gradually, tears welled up in the corner of her eyes, and she felt her heart ache. "Why … Why did Ingrid die? What about 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 read the second chapter …
"Damned Mister Ring, you're too despicable."
Julia really had the urge to send a razor blade to Fang Xian. At the same time, she couldn't wait to read the second chapter. Her heart was tormented even more …
…
Smith was a horror fan.
He went to the bookstore today and bought a few horror novels. He couldn't wait to read them when he got home.
Because of his family's strict rules, he had to turn off the lights and use a flashlight.
In the middle of the night, Smith read "Horror Mountain Villa" and was immediately attracted by the exquisite design.
Most of the horror novels at this time only focused on the description of bloody environments, similar to blood plasma films. When faced with someone like Fang Xian, who was good at describing psychological horror, it immediately paled in comparison. This made the young man feel as if he had discovered a new continent, and he could not stop enjoying it.
Especially the last part where the real culprit was revealed. It was unexpected yet reasonable, and it made him exclaim in satisfaction.
"But … why did the female lead die? Ah, ah, ah … "
When Smith read to the end, he yelled, "The male protagonist is so pitiful. He's actually disabled … Ahhh … I'm so upset, so sad … Ahhh … Damn the ring, why didn't you write a happy ending?"
"Smith, what are you doing?"
Suddenly, the blanket was lifted, and his parents' silhouettes appeared.
"I … I …"
Smith wanted to hide the novel, but how could he?
"Staying up late to read novels. No wonder your grades have regressed so quickly …" Smith's mother had already raised her hand. His father grabbed the novel and tore it into pieces.
"Ah …"
The young man's blood-curdling screams reverberated in the room …
…
Inside the apartment.
Fang Xian threw away the pen in his hand and looked at the messy draft paper in front of him.
The white paper was covered with all kinds of strange lines, like a child's scribbles. There were only a few words on it, and it was not systematic.
"I failed …"
"As expected, my 'ability' doesn't work every time. Moreover … I'm too normal!"
Fang Xian looked at his hands. "This time, I didn't take any drugs, and I didn't let my mind and rationality fall … It seems that the chaotic power of the Black Taisui is in a good state. Why can't I come into contact with it?"
He did not prepare to take any drugs.
When it came to creating something, it could be done instantly when inspiration came, or it could be achieved after thinking hard and accumulating.
Fang Xian, who had already read part of the True Book of Secret Gu and had faced the Black Taisui, could totally create a new spell if he was given some time.
At this moment, he rubbed the area between his eyebrows. Suddenly, he heard countless noises that seemed real and illusory.
They were made up of the voices of different men and women. They sounded like murmurs and complaints, and they overlapped and swept over like waves.
Fang Xian sank his consciousness into it and heard a voice. "Oh! Why did Ingrid die? My heart hurts! "
"Damn Mr. Ring, I want to beat him up!"
"Horror Mountain Villa is so interesting. It's a bit cruel, but I still want to read it …"
That was the resentment and pain that the readers felt after reading his works!
When they cursed the pen name Mr. Ring, they had unknowingly formed a connection with Fang Xian.
This was because Fang Xian had the status of a level-six necromancer, and he could collect this kind of 'faith' and 'prayers.'
"Prayers are not necessarily good. Faith is just the power of emotions. Like this … it's also faith, but it's negative … In this world, many evil gods like it."
The reason why Fang Xian collected this was because of the poem of the Bird with Broken Wings.
That spell required pain, a lot of pain.
The more pain there was, the more powerful it would be!
The physical pain would not be higher than childbirth, but there was no limit to the mental pain!
The pain of one person could not be compared to the pain of thousands of people combined!
"These … will be the resources for me to practice the Bird with Broken Wings spell!"
Fang Xian had a feeling that when he used the Bird with Broken Wings spell again, the power would definitely increase to a terrifying level.
This was also the result of his plan.
"The Bird with Broken Wings is my name. Devour your pain to feed my heart."
Fang Xian murmured and felt a part of his mental strength being transformed. It was different from the Worm's Hymn, which was full of dark energy. This part of his mental strength was extremely sharp, like a knife.
There was even a black fog in front of him, and he saw the shadow of the big bird.
"Maybe … if I accumulate enough pain, I can also summon the Bird with Broken Wings. It's probably at the same level as the Black Taisui … They're both quite powerful …"
Fang Xian's eyes lit up. "But … what I should really study is the 'Immortal Poem'. It is my life, and it contains information about me … Maybe … the hope for me to recover my cultivation lies in it …"
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