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"You can't kill me." Zhang Jue said suddenly.

"why?"

"Because you don't have many readers."

Nobody sneered: "Zhang Jue, with your IQ, you stood here for a whole night and thought of this sentence? If I let you go because of this sentence, do you think they will be satisfied?"

"No, they'll spray harder."

"Then why do you still say that?"

"Because...you can't kill me."

Zhang Jue paused every word.

As nobody said.

Zhang Jue gave up the time alone with Yang Xue, and stood on the roof overnight, letting the cold wind bite his bones, in order to find a way to turn the tables.

But the other party is the upper-level narrator and his author. The two of them are not in the same dimension at all. Every word he says comes from his pen—or from the keyboard. So, in this case, he How can we influence the will of the other party?

There is only one answer.

Magic can defeat magic.

The matters of the upper dimension are left to the people of the upper dimension to solve.

Only those so-called readers can influence the author's writing.

It is also his only chance of survival.

Zhang Jue stared into nobody's eyes.

"Although tragedies are more memorable, you know better than me that there are more people who like everything you want. If you insist on going your own way and put me to death, although it may satisfy the curiosity of some readers, in the final analysis, the loss There will be more. Unless you don’t plan to stay in this business anymore, otherwise this will definitely affect your future path.”

Zhang Jue's eyes became more and more determined, "I believe that many readers who watched this silently did not want my death to be the end of the whole story, and you are actually very clear about this."

nobody's eyes gradually brightened: "Even if I know, so what?"

Zhang Jue returned to the original question: "Since you know, you can't kill me. All of this is just a trick you set up—you made me think that you want to kill me."

nobody laughed.

"Zhang Jue, Zhang Jue, you did not disappoint me. I don't want to kill you, but I have to give the readers an explanation. How do you solve the current predicament?"

While the two were talking, the sky was already bright, the sun had already risen from the east, and the first ray of sunlight shone on the edge of the city.

But then, the world fell into darkness again.

A huge black shadow appeared over the city.

It caused all the soldiers on guard to exclaim.

That's Dou Mo.

It is a monster from another dimension. In the setting, he is stronger than the Crimson King and the three Death brothers, not to mention Zhang Jue who has just ascended to the gods.

In any case, Zhang Jue could not be his opponent.

nobody looked at the shadow in the sky and let out a long sigh.

"Zhang Jue, as you said, there is a set routine for writing. Encounter difficulties, solve them, and get rewards. This is a standard routine. Now I can tell you that it is the last difficult problem I set for you. , as long as you can defeat it in my setting, you can survive and give the whole a happy endg, how about it, Zhang Jue, can you do it?"

In the existing setting, is it possible to defeat a near-invincible monster?

Zhang Jue's mind was spinning sharply.

He clearly knew that nobody was joking with him, nor was he playing tricks on him.

The author's writing skills may be average, but he is not completely devoid of logic.

For one thing, the other party can pave the way for a long time.

When he defeated Ian, the death bag had been delivered to him a long time ago.

The wand he used to drive away the Scarlet King was also given to him by Merlin.

There are countless such things.

The other party will not give him a big killer out of thin air.

Since nobody said that, it proved that he must have a logically feasible way to defeat Doumo.

But what is it?

Zhang Jue's brain was already overclocking.

However, he has experienced so many events and met so many people and things, which one can defeat Dou Mo?

"Not long ago, I already gave you a hint." nobody said suddenly.

Tips given?

Hearing these words, Zhang Jue had a flash of inspiration, like enlightenment.

It turned out to be the case.

"Ha, I got it!"

Chapter 5 and Three Finale

Authority World Calendar, 2227.

C country.

Jiangzhou City.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Deyun Tea House is full of people.

"Hurry up, hurry up, the show has started, hurry up and find a seat, it will be gone in a while!"

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, you'll get pregnant again!"

"Where are my shoes?!"

"Damn it, whose dentures flew out!"

From the inside to the outside, all the audience came to watch the performance.

The stage of the teahouse is not big, there are some sitting, some standing, and some squatting on the first floor, and there are only a few hanging on the lamps.

They showed excitement on their faces, it seems that today's show should be very exciting.

At [-]:[-], the curtain opened on time, and a square table and a chair appeared in the center of the stage.

The audience all concentrated and calmed down, and the originally noisy teahouse suddenly became quiet, and a needle could be heard.

Then, a young man in a black coat and a folding fan came up from the backstage.

"A lot of people came today, I'm very pleased." He greeted the audience.

Immediately, everyone cheered.

Some girls even shouted loudly, "I want to give birth to monkeys for you."

The young man laughed, clasped his fists to the many cheering audience, then sat on the seat, supported the case with both hands, and spoke slowly.

"Abiding by the law is always sad, and the strong beam sings happily every night;"

"Riding on a mule at the expense of others, starving for justice and justice;"

"Building bridges and repairing roads blinds the eyes, killing and setting fires a lot;"

"I went to the Western Paradise and asked the Buddha, and the Buddha said: I have no other way!"

A striking snap,

The young man smiled slightly.

"Everyone, don't be impatient, and listen to me slowly—we said in the last book that the protagonist Wang Yu is facing the greatest predicament in history—"

……

Deyun Tea House is a new tea house in Jiangzhou City in the past two years.

Although the name is called Tea House, it is not aimed at those old people who love to drink tea. Its target customers are young people in their teens and 20s.

Not for anything else, but because most of the stories told by the storyteller are about cultivating the truth and fighting against science and technology, which are a bit similar to cool novels, and more in line with the tastes of modern people.

Compared with those classical masterpieces, his stories are relatively "new", and compared with those online articles, they are relatively deeper.

Not only that, the main reason why the books in this teahouse are popular is because the storytellers have a unique charm.

He is not very old, and most of the time he is more detached, but his eyes are very calm and deep, giving people a sense of wisdom, as if he has experienced many things.

About a year ago, the storyteller opened a pit for "Anomalous Creatures Management Bureau". Because of the twists and turns of the story, it attracted a large number of fans.

From the perspective of plot development, today is the day when the whole book ends.

Many fans came here admiringly. The not-so-big tea house was packed to the brim. There were still many people looking inside on tiptoe, begging the staff for more seats.

These people failed to get tickets. If they can't get in, they can only wait to listen to the recorded version on the Internet tomorrow.

But there is no way, because it is visible to the naked eye, and it really cannot be inserted.

They could only wait anxiously outside.

After nearly four hours, a gong sounded and the show finally ended.

In the arena, all the spectators were still unsatisfied. They did not leave the show and go home as usual, but stayed where they were, unwilling to leave for a long time.

"This is the end?"

"It seems...it's over..."

It's difficult for everyone to agree. Although the story as a whole is wonderful, the ending can't satisfy everyone's requirements.

Some people looked sad, while others frowned.

But no matter what, this story that has lasted for more than a year has finally come to an end.

Under the instructions of the staff, these audiences left reluctantly.

Among them was a little girl who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, and looked like a high school student.

While the security guard was not paying attention, he slipped into the backstage of the tea house.

It was the first time for her to do this kind of thing, and she poked her head furtively in the corridor, for fear of being discovered.

After hiding in the toilet for a while, she dared to come out when she heard that there were no people outside.

I don't even know what she wants to do.

She looked left and right at the backstage of the tea house, but because it was very late, the staff were off work, and some rooms were not turned on, so it looked a little dim.

She started to regret it, wondering if she shouldn't have done it.

Suddenly, someone tapped her shoulder lightly from behind.

She was so startled that she almost cried out.

But at the last second, she covered her mouth.

The little girl turned her head slowly, only to see a young man looking at her with a smile.

"Little sister, what are you doing here?"

The little girl's pupils gradually dilated, and the expression inside changed from fear to surprise.

"Really you?!"

In front of her is the storyteller who performed on stage not long ago.

Everyone didn't know what his name was, but he always called himself "Ben handsome guy" when he was telling the story.

"It's me." The storyteller nodded with a smile, and asked again: "Little sister, the performance is over, why don't you go home?"

When the little girl saw him, she was very happy at first, but when she heard his question, her expression became serious again.