I offer incense to Hades, and he teaches me the Six Ways of Reincarnation

I saw him drooping his shoulders and shivering. This place is too gloomy and chilly, as if the air conditioner is blowing cold air in winter.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but glanced at him: "The place where you write novels."

After speaking, he walked up first, and then saw Chen Wu looking around, trembling, and hurriedly followed.

With a sound of "creak", the door of Shumozhai was pushed open, the space inside was very large, there were many desks, some ghosts were writing something with pens?

There was also a group of big men around, all looking at the note that those ghosts were writing.

The moment the door was opened, all the ghosts in the room looked in this direction, their faces all expressionless.

Chen Wu took a step back in fright, and almost fainted from the shock.

"Who did I think it was? It turned out to be Mr. Jiang! Please sit down!"

Seeing Jiang Chen, those big men all got up and leaned over, rubbed their hands, and said with a simple and honest smile on their rough faces: "My lord, if there is anything we can help, just ask us."

Jiang Chen nodded, and pulled Chen Wu out from behind him.

"Starting today, he will also write novels here, and I will pick him up in seven days."

Standing at the front and beating the big guy, he looked at Chen Wu who was trembling into a group, patted his chest and said, "Don't worry about this, my lord, just leave it to us, absolutely no problem."

"Ok!"

Jiang Chen nodded, turned to look at Chen Wu, and continued, "Remember, you only have seven days, so please cherish it!"

"Master Jiang! That's not the case, Master Jiang!"

Chen Wu trembled, wanting to follow Jiang Chen out.

A big man's voice came from behind.

"Brother, please come with me here!"

Seeing that Chen Wu was still not moving, the big man went up and walked in with Chen Wu's shoulders on his shoulders.

"Come on, let me introduce you, this will be your workbench from now on."

Jiang Chen didn't plan to stay here for too long, the moment he turned to leave, all the ghosts in the room who were writing on the desk showed terrified expressions.

And the big men around the desk, one by one, bent down, or floated on the beams of the house, all took out the weapons in their hands, some were a stick, some were an axe, and some even took a gun. a rope.

The big men looked at the people sitting in front of the desk with bright smiles on their faces.

creak!

The door was closed again.

When the fans in the live broadcast room saw the horror of those authors, they felt that things were definitely not that simple, and they always felt that something was wrong.

When he saw the big guys taking out the guys one by one, his eyes were completely dumbfounded.

"Good guy, are you all waiting here?"

"Fuck, what are you trying to do!"

"I know, are they going to write a blood book? I'm such a good guy. How did the blood book come about?"

Facing the various doubts you directly had about the pink cat, Jiang Chen explained, "Don't worry, nothing will happen. This is a professional reminder team."

Reminding the team, upon hearing this name, all the readers in the readership had smiles on their faces.

You know, there are many ghosts who love to read stories and novels in the underworld, because ghosts don’t need much sleep, so... when I read stories and novels, half of them can’t fall asleep. At the door of the house, I waited silently.

In fact, they just want to see the follow-up new content, but as time goes by, there are more and more ghosts squatting at the door. At the back, the authors want to go out stupidly, and people follow them when they go shopping, urging them to hurry up renew.

Gradually, these people even formed a reminder team by themselves. After hearing the news, the ghosts in the underworld directly invited the author they were chasing after.

Up to now, this living person has already been regarded as a relatively professional prompting team in the underworld, as if responding to Jiang Chen's words.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of ping-pong ping-pong coming from the book and ink room behind him.

"Hurry up and write, don't whine, clip your nails, if you have anything to do, write quickly."

"Can you stop looking around, what's so good about him, does he have a good story on his face?"

clang……

From today onwards, you are all talents in our underworld. Not only can you write stories, but you can also write. Our life depends on you, so we must work hard!

Just pick up the pen and start writing!Part of it is now, when is it time to struggle!

Those who can finish writing three chapters in just one hour will have chicken legs added to their next meal.

Listening to the voice from inside, and thinking about the figures and weapons of those big men, the fans in the live broadcast room couldn't help but swallowed.The sense of the picture suddenly became stronger.

"Wu is a professional team. Whether it's soft or hard, and having chicken legs to eat after writing, it's such a happy thing. To be honest, I've just been moved."

"I can't hold it anymore. I'm going to order takeaway. I really can't stand it."

"Since joining Master Jiang's urging team, I no longer have to worry about sitting around and procrastinating."

"The author must work hard! We are all very optimistic about you!"

The fans never thought that there is such a team in the underworld, and they suddenly feel that their knowledge has increased, and there are even some who like to follow dramas, books, and comics. A trace of envy arises in their hearts, and they wish to chase after themselves. There is also a professional prompting team, who update eight or nine sheets a day.

At this moment, in Shumo Studio.

Chen Wugang sat down trembling, before he could drink his saliva, and was told to rest for a while, the big man stuffed him with paper.

"Come on, let's see which pen you are used to using?"

When Chen Wu looked back, he saw a row of all kinds of pens, such as Maobi pencils, pens and the like, and there were all kinds of pens.

He chose a ballpoint pen, and the big man immediately put away the other pens, patted her on the shoulder and smiled, "Come on, you can tell us any time you run out of pens, and you can tell us when you are hungry or cold, after all, we are all friends."

When Chen Wu heard this, he immediately felt anticipation: "I, can I take a rest first?"

"I!"

Before he finished speaking at this moment, the big man narrowed his eyes, a little gloomy.

"Brother, we are ghosts, it doesn't matter if we rest or not, right?"

Chen Wu swallowed his saliva, nodded, and did not help any resistance at all.

Chapter 161

The big man continued to be kind and said: "It's okay, don't be so nervous. If you want to rest, you can squeeze your arms and legs, that's fine, but we are writing time. You see everyone is writing, right? If you rest alone, it's true. It's kind of out of place."

After hearing this, Chen Wu could only continue to nod his head.

"Okay, let's start writing now. I want to see what kind of story you're writing? I'm really looking forward to it!"

I saw Chen Wu holding a pen tremblingly, looking at the white paper in front of him, his mind was blank, he hadn't written by hand for many years, and now he suddenly wanted to write by hand, he was a little dazed.

I can't remember the plot at all.

Where did he write it?

When will Lord Jiang come back.

boom!

A loud noise caused Chen Wu to drift out of his mind, and immediately put it back. When he looked up, he saw a big man beside him taking out a mace, smiling, and looking at him kindly: "You must work hard!"

Chen Wu swallowed again, and glanced at other authors out of the corner of his eye.

I feel very helpless in my heart, but none of these authors is not surrounded by a group of good thugs with various weapons.

Time passed minute by minute.

Looking at the white paper in front of him, he slowly wrote a few sentences.

"However, in the blink of an eye, a man dressed in white came out from behind the demons, and caught the demons by surprise."

Besides, in private, Chen Wu forced himself to recall the previous plot.

Even though he is not used to writing with a pen at present, fortunately, he has made a similar outline before, and he can quickly think about the development of the next plot.

As I wrote and wrote, inspiration came, and I naturally knew where to develop.

Listen to the meaning of these big men, you can rest after writing three chapters.

I saw Chinese characters quickly appearing on the white paper.

"Even though the Protoss lost a lot in the scheme of the Demons, the Goddess decided to sacrifice herself to make the Three Realms peaceful after seeing the scene of blood flowing into rivers, but many gods did not agree with this decision."

"The Goddess is Du Zitian's favorite, so he naturally noticed it, so he released a big skill, and the demons who were sent flying directly rushed towards the Goddess."

Before I knew it, I had reached the state of forgetting myself.

Soon, the three chapters have come to an end.

Seeing that Chen Wu withdrew his hands, moved his wrists, stood up and stretched, even though he wrote so many words at once, his hands felt a little sore.

But being able to write the plot smoothly in one breath made him feel much more relaxed in an instant, and he also temporarily forgot about the surrounding environment.

The big man next to him simply looked through it.

"It was written so quickly. This hand speed is really good. It's not a loss for the author. It's amazing, hard work!"

Even if the font is a bit ugly, it can still be seen clearly, and the number of pages is very clear and correct.

Seeing the big man, Chen Wu recalled his current situation, his relaxed body immediately tensed up, and said cautiously: "That... I have completed the task of the third chapter, can I take a rest for a while?"

Seeing Chen Wu's nervous expression, the big man immediately burst out laughing: "Of course, hahaha!"

After finishing speaking, he patted him on the shoulder carelessly: "There will be extra chicken legs for the next meal, you can move around now."

Seeing this, Chen Wu breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that as long as he updates on time and finishes what should be written, nothing will happen.

Seeing that there are other ghosts around him who are immersed in writing, I feel very lucky. Fortunately, he is always very fast and rarely encounters cassettes. He walked around the room, opened the door, and took a breath of fresh air.

Behind him, after Chen Wu finished writing, several big men gathered together in twos and threes, watching with relish.

"Goddess! Haven't seen this type of story yet?"

But even if they haven't read the previous plots, as old bookworms for decades, and in this underworld where stories are scarce, they don't pick at all.

Read it page by page.

"Returning to the battle between gods and demons, this skill seems to have a very powerful rhythm!"

"Look, this Du Zitian is really awesome! I'm so envious! His skills must be high, and he can sneak into the enemy's side quietly!"

"Is there any mistake, Goddess actually wants to sacrifice herself for the Three Realms?"

In an instant, the big men subconsciously turned the page back, only to find that there was no more behind it, and the plot was stuck here tightly. For a while, their hearts were itchy like a cat's paw.

What is the plot behind it?

Was the goddess actually sacrificed?Was Du Zitian rescued?If sacrificed, is it already dead?In other words, will it be wiped out suddenly by the demons and so on.

At that time, what will the situation of the Three Realms be like?

Action is worse than heartbeat, so they immediately found Chen Wu who was curious about the net at the door.

"My lord, is this Du Zitian the male lead?"

Chen Wu, who was stretching, was frightened for a moment, and nodded stiffly. The big guys circled around Chen Wu a few times, and some words had come to their lips, but they didn't know how to say them?

I wonder what kind of state the Goddess is in now, but I must abide by the decision not to spoil it, because... It would be very cool to know the plot in advance, but when it comes to the later chapters, it will feel dull, and even Sometimes, I still feel a little tasteless.

This is a big taboo for them who are in short supply of stories.

Chen Wu looked at the big guys around him, he couldn't figure out what was going on for a while, why did he have to circle around him in unison?Therefore, the hand that stretched and raised was just like this, and he didn't dare to move it.

After wandering around the room for two more times, the big men finally couldn't help but said, "My lord, writing must be very tiring! How about we give you a massage and let you relax?"

"I……"

Chen Wu hadn't figured out what was going on for a while, and hadn't had time to refuse, the gang of big guys had already leaned over, and got their rough hands deep.

However, when Chen Wu thought that his neck would be twisted, he placed his hands on his shoulders, waist, and legs respectively.

These big men actually started to massage.

Chen Wu opened his eyes wide, feeling very unbelievable. Thinking about this place, it seems that it is not as scary as imagined. As long as the text is written, not only will there be delicious food, but also massage services.

Maybe these big guys just look fiercer on the outside, but they are actually pretty good?

"hey-hey!"

"My lord, do you feel better?"