It's Liao Zhai, not Cthulhu

He holds the golden cudgel in his hand, and holds Huaguo Mountain in his heart. He can go up to the sky and down to the ground, but he is still a little monkey after all.

If there is such a day, what should he do?

Qin Yuelou shook his head, shaking out the sense of loneliness and melancholy that he didn't know why.

Then a large pile of mountain rocks and soil was poured out from the warehouse, and they were turned into ordinary iron pieces by alienation.

Then he arranged all the things of the blacksmith neatly, and planted a dozen or twenty seedlings, so that they can be reached with one's hand, and then returned to their original positions.

He looked carefully at the blacksmith shop, then took out the water of life, and then poured it all over to Kasifa.

"Get to work, Kasifa."

"okay."

Now everything is ready, just honing the skills.

Qin Yuelou smiled and threw the iron block into the stove.

Six ears were born, listening to the ringing between the iron block and the flame.

Then, start hammering.

···

"October [-]th, sunny.

I opened this new diary to urge myself to use more swords this month.150 swords must be played first. "

"October [-]th, sunny to cloudy

Human beings really have limits. Without using extraordinary means, the quality of the swords I can only say is relatively good. I need to buy some related skills knowledge books to learn and practice. A sword that hammers ordinary materials to their limits. "

"October [-]th, rain.

Playing cards at the Guobei County Card Hall. "

"October fourteenth, heavy rain

Playing cards in the card hall. "

"October [-]th, light rain

play cards. "

"October [-], sunny

Qin Yuelou, Qin Yuelou!How can you be so depraved? !Have you forgotten the blacksmithing plan you made earlier?

King Kong Hai said: "Learn well, question carefully, think carefully, discern clearly, and practice earnestly." "

I can't go down like this anymore! "

"October [-]th, the rain was heavier than the day Yiping asked her father for money.

Card. "

The not-so-serious thoughts after drinking are illogical [Testimonials]

Frankly speaking, I spent a month writing the outline of the first volume of my other book "I, Monster Buster" and I still have the manuscript. "Sulu" really belongs to unintentional insertion.

At that time, it was not long before Stea's "Song of Saya" was discounted. In fact, I almost forgot the plot content of Song of Saya. I originally wanted to review this juvenile cult, but found that it was a castrated version. I happen to be a little obsessive-compulsive disorder, and I can't accept all operations such as coding and deletion, whether it is film and television drama animation or games.

It's like when Brother Xu's classic behavior was deleted on Station B's "Sea of ​​Stone", and Brother Xu's actions in the face of inspection were also gone. Who can bear it?Anyway, I can't bear it, Brother Xu has to be a dark animal husbandry for beating people?I can't accept it.

So I can't accept the reality of castration in "The Song of Sayaka", and I'm rather depressed. Later, when chatting nonsense with the group of friends in "The Gate of the Immortal", Sayaka's snail girl's brain hole took shape.

So, Chapter 1 of this book was uploaded by me with a playful attitude, and then Chapter 2 came to the site, so the general tone of this book was also formed.

Just like the title of the book "It's Liaozhai, not Cthulhu", this is actually a confusing option, and it depends on the individual's understanding.

It is not Cthulhu, but in fact there are evil gods and monsters of the restraint system, because the world of Dajing was invaded by the old days, but the first invaders were those family creatures, and these family members have also changed in the world of Dajing , It’s just that the people of Dajing don’t know what Cthulhu is, after all, those things are monsters to them.

In fact, I don’t really like the writing style of the Ke Department. I prefer to come here from time to time, let me write that kind of short story, and I can really work hard to conceive the local Chinese version of the Ke Department. The original novel, but the tone of this book is also the kind of rushing ducks to the shelves, but the follow-up content must be brain holes and plots take off, and the whole work is paralleled with happy dogs, but now the concentration of memes has weakened a lot .

After all, it emphasizes fantasy and immortality rather than restraint style, so it is difficult to change the tone after it has been formed.

And everyone has also seen that Qin Yuelou is an out-and-out wild way, and his wild way will take shape, and it will be difficult to change, so he can only try his best to make his painting style more fairy-tale. It was his last stubbornness.

Therefore, it is my honor that someone likes my book that hits the street;

Some people don’t like it, that’s okay, writing a novel is hard to say, just don’t read it, don’t leave some useless and unnutritious comments to yin and yang, my temper is getting beat up one by one.

Some comments are indeed very good suggestions. I will stay and explain them in detail. Some of them will be left for future book friends to read. If you think it is okay, thank you for your face. If you think it is not good, then everyone will have a good time scattered,

And some things that I don’t like that I think are unnecessary, and those that are not nutritious, I will find a free time to go over them, and delete them and add a permanent ban.

In fact, I don’t rely on novels for a living. I just resigned after feeling bored from my last job, and I’m going to rest at home. I’ll find a new interesting job after a year, or maybe I’ll change to another company to engage in the financial industry. or go to the bar to make drinks and book a table, or it may be fortune-telling under the flyover. After all, life is still long, and I am only 24 years old, so I also want to pursue it in my limited life. Unlimited fun.

Of course, I will not give up on this book, after all, I have to make some achievements in life and leave some traces to prove that I have been in this world.

As for this book, in fact, my goal is not too big. I dare not dream about the title of a great god in a book.

Secondly, this book can bring me some extra income. After all, I understand and admire such things as generating electricity for love, but I am just a layman, and I can’t do electricity generating for love. Naturally, I hope you will support the original version a lot. After all, two cents per chapter is not that expensive.

What's more, watching piracy is also risky. A certain 〇 Fun Pavilion app was illegal some time ago. Remember to download the National Anti-Fraud Center APP.

Of course, if the income of this book is very considerable, then I must be a full-time writer.

Of course, if I still feel that this book is not worth the money, then I won't force it. After all, I can't solve this kind of thing.

Of course, this book can make what I want to express, what I want to express, and what I want to pass on be understood by others, and then I can finish the book normally, without being overly supervised or unfinished, which is also my small achievement.

Although I also expect to be able to use this book as a double in the end, it is obviously unrealistic. I can only say that anyone with a dream is great.

So back to the topic, at noon tomorrow is the time when this book will be on the shelves, because the manuscript needs to be saved,

After all, during the Chinese New Year in February, I have to drink, play cards, watch movies with my friends, and enjoy the hard-won life of salted fish.

By the way, see if you can find a girlfriend with a soulmate (obviously impossible, just think about it.)

If you don't have a girlfriend with the same heart, it is also great to have a soxpartner who is compatible with each other.

In February, it's not a good idea to send all attendance.

So starting tomorrow, I will try my best to make two updates, and the rest will be kept as manuscripts.

After all, the current follow-up is bleak, which has led to the failure of the promotion push. I am a little bit sloppy, but don't worry, everyone, I will also fight for two updates for the monthly pass.

Although it is a rush, let's briefly talk about the problem of adding more.

Shipping starts tomorrow.

All book friends reward a total of [-] points, and add a new chapter, that is to say, if you gather together to gather [-] points like collecting all the dragon balls, I will add a new chapter.

All book friends recommend [-] tickets, plus a chapter;

Fifty monthly tickets for all book friends, plus one chapter;

All of the above are within a single day.

Anyway, I read the book on the street, and not many people read it. Just take a look at the update rules I made. Don’t take it seriously. If you take it seriously, I will take it seriously.

Although, I am an old drunkard who often passively drinks all night long, and I have countless history of drunkenness, although I also have mastered the history of other people's drunkenness. After all, I am not weaker than others all my life.

But I will believe in you who believe in me.

In fact, the main purpose is just to reduce the number of words in the testimonials on the shelves, and see if it can be controlled within 97 words while adding punctuation marks.

Chapter 1 Jianghu temples, magic soldiers and monsters, two or three things [[-]]

In the fly restaurant in Guobei County, the unruly swordsman drank wine, his bare skin was wrapped in bloody sackcloth, two short knives were slung across his waist, and a baby in swaddling clothes was placed on the stool next to him. baby.

Outside the house, the setting sun was like blood, stretching the shadows of passers-by on the street extremely long.

The only customers in the fly restaurant are swordsmen and babies. The owner is cooking noodles in the kitchen behind the house, and there is no waiter.

The baby was born white and tender, with big eyes staring at the swordsman intently.

The swordsman looked at the baby with clear eyes, and gently poked the baby's pink face with his rough fingers.

The swordsman looks in his twenties, not in his thirties, but his face is unshaven and dirty, his facial features are stiff, a little red, not like people from the Central Plains, but like those ethnic minorities in Western Xinjiang, but his face also has With the characteristics of people from the Central Plains, they should be of mixed blood from the Central Plains and Western Xinjiang.

"What? You want some too?" Da Jing, the swordsman, spoke fluently.

"Yeah." The little baby laughed happily.

The swordsman moved his ears, and then quietly put his left hand on the handle of the knife on his right waist.

"Close your eyes, leave the prison."

The setting sun was like blood, a bunch of blood flowers floated out from the house of flies, and splashed profusely outside the door of the house of flies.

Putting the knife back into its sheath, the swordsman still covered the baby's eyes, but a pool of blood seeped out from the ground of the fly house, and the blood fell from the air about two inches above the ground.

The swordsman kicked there and made a muffled sound.

"Tsk, here we go again, these monsters." The swordsman smacked his lips in displeasure, picked up the baby, and hurried out the door.

"Here comes the noodles." The store opened the curtain and came out with a bowl of noodles.

I only saw a few copper coins on the table.

The ground is clean and tidy, but there is a lingering odor.

There seemed to be a flash of light outside the door, the shopkeeper rubbed his eyes, thinking that he might have misread it, and took the copper coins,

I ate noodles by myself.

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The swordsman's body was covered with scars, and the swaddle was stained with blood, whether it was his or something else.

"You are haunted, Li Jail, you are really miserable. If it weren't for Master Li being kind to me, I wouldn't take you with me. Well, it's all right now. I've fallen into this trouble myself. Your name is good. If I leave the prison, I will fall into it."

While running away, the swordsman swung his knife and cut off several hidden arrows that came from nowhere.

He has two swords, and now he is holding the prison, and his sword skills are also restricted by most.

Hearing the whistling of the wind above his head, the swordsman jumped back a step, and swung his knife casually, but it seemed to be chopped on fine steel.

The swordsman hurriedly drew his knife in distress, a gap was broken on the blade, and he didn't pay attention to the numb left hand.

"What is it? Why is it so hard?" The swordsman took a closer look.

Although the figure is humanoid, it is haggard, stiff and gray, with eyes narrowed, half-length hair hanging down the back of the head, and it is estimated that the hairline moved back to the top of the head when he was alive, and the black nails are still there. It was yellow and had a mouth full of fangs.

"Wang Nima, don't run away. Master Li's heir, leave it to me. Although Master Li was framed by political enemies, we don't hate Master Li, so we will treat this child well." That "person" Stretched out his hand, "Give the child to me."

[Nima] means the sun in the language of Xijiang. Wang Nima's father is from Dajing, and Wang Nima's mother is from Xijiang. Ma seemed to be swearing.

Far away in western Xinjiang, Wang Nima learned the double sword technique from an old swordsman, and also took martial arts elixirs to break through the limits of the human body. She has gained some fame in this arena.

It's just the martial arts panacea for martial arts practitioners, and it's not just enough to take one kind.

"You guys just live your life incognito incognito. Why do you have nothing to do with the government?" The swordsman looked at the "person" in front of him with blank eyes, and then asked, "Did the Yincrow monster be sent by you?" here?"

"Hidden Crow? I have never fought alone without helpers. Did you encounter other forces?" Fa Zhe scratched his thinning hair as if thinking carefully.

Wang Nima smiled, improved her posture, and skipped the corpse.

Wang Nima also knows that there are demons and ghosts in this world, but they are secret and not for outsiders to understand. He also met a certain Taoist priest in his early years.

The Taoist said that there are demons and ghosts in the world, and the corpses are discarded from heaven and earth. They are mostly transformed from corpses and feed on people.

The reason why it is called the corpse is also because the corpse has unique innate supernatural powers when it was born.

If you are going head-to-head with Fa Zong or something, unless you have a high level of martial arts cultivation, or you are a Qi refiner with profound Taoism, it is better to run away.

But the mages also have some negligible weaknesses, that is, most of these mages have brain problems. Although they have memories of their lives, they are not people from their lives. Most of the corpses hide their names in human form and occasionally cannibalize.

And it is easy to understand that these legal zombies have problems with their brains. Some have bad personalities, some are extremely stupid, some are stubborn, and some have different cognitions from others... All of these are collectively referred to as mental illness in Qin Yuelou's previous life, and some Neuropathy.

The dharma corpse that Wang Nima met was called Yun Shiba. Wang Nima had also met him before. At that time, Jianghu warriors cooperated with this dharma corpse to surround and kill a demon.

The Jianghu warriors spontaneously want to eliminate harm for the people, while Yun Shiba does it entirely because of the needs of his employers, and the interests and goals are the same, so there is no conflict.

So Wang Nima knew a little about this dharma corpse. It was difficult for this dharma corpse to concentrate, so it was very convenient to interrupt its train of thought and lead it to other places.

"Wang Nima! Shake me!" Fazie was furious, and chased Wang Nima.

But Wang Nima's footsteps were extremely fast, leaving Yun Shiba far behind.

"Why is Yun Shiba here too? Sir Li, who did you provoke?" Wang Nima groaned in her heart.

Wang Nima originally wanted to take Li Jail and escape to northern Xinjiang, and find a family to raise Li Jail. Taking Li Jail could not help Li to avenge him, but his idea was very good, but the reality was that he was being hunted down all the time.

Not only warriors, but also demons and corpses.