The live fortune telling is so accurate that the whole network is waiting to watch.

Lao Gui is an online writer who has already gained some fame. His writing style is steady, and even if his work fails, his performance is better than others.

So he was not like some new and young authors who had their work cut out halfway through.

In particular, he still has some reader base. Although he cannot reach his previous peak, he can still earn a good income. Therefore, the editor of the website encouraged him to write at least five million words.

Lao Gui wrote hard every day, working very hard.

Money is hard to make and shit is hard to eat. No matter how harshly readers curse, heroes still have to bow down for a few pieces of silver.

Until three months ago, something unexpected happened.

That day, after getting up, he prepared to revise the manuscript he wrote yesterday and then upload it to the website to feed it to readers.

When I opened the document, I was stunned!

Where is the manuscript?

I worked hard all day writing the manuscript yesterday.

The saved document is still there, but it is completely blank, without even a punctuation mark.

The first time he thought he had not saved it properly, so he could only grit his teeth and rewrite yesterday's manuscript, and updated it without having time to revise it.

Then I started staying up late again to write today’s update.

I stayed up until 4:30 in the morning and finally finished the manuscript.

This time he learned his lesson. In addition to saving the manuscript on his computer, he also saved it again in the author's manuscript box on the backend.

As a result, the next day, when he slept until two or three in the afternoon and was ready to get up for a thorough revision, the document was cleared again.

He panicked for a moment, then suddenly remembered that he had a backup, and secretly thanked himself: "Fortunately, I was smart and left a backup on the website."

But when he opened the website and logged into the author's backend, he found that the manuscript box was empty.

It was cleared, and then emptied again, and once again not even a punctuation mark was left for him!

There was no other way, he could only bite the bullet and write quickly.

I finally finished writing today's update, but suddenly I felt sleepy.

He fell asleep on the keyboard.

When he woke up, he was greeted by another blank document.

On this day, Lao Gui, who was known for his hard work and never taking leave, stopped updating.

And it lasted for three months.

As he said this, tears of sadness flowed down Lao Gui's cheeks.

"For three whole months, I have not been able to update normally. The manuscripts I wrote are always cleared for no reason. It is very sad to see my hard work wasted. Readers also scolded me. I am so miserable."

[So that's the reason. I thought you were kidnapped by the book spirit. But in this situation, I think you might as well be kidnapped.]

[Laogui, have you ever installed a camera? See who deleted your manuscript? ]

[I have an idea. Send it to your friends or editors as soon as you finish writing it, and ask them to help you publish and update it. ]

[Old Gui, you are not going to make up this story on purpose to find an excuse for yourself to stop updating, are you? ]

[Why don't you stop writing that God of War Stallion novel of yours and focus on writing supernatural stories. The supernatural fits your aura very well. Even if the book spirit comes out, it will just be a little frightening, but it won't cause you to stop writing.]

Lao Gui also saw everyone's comments. He said distressedly, "I have tried all the methods you mentioned. I sent it to the editor immediately after writing it. I even discussed it with the editor on QQ in advance."

"Just when I was about to send it to the editor, the internet went down! I couldn't send it out!"

"Later, I bought a camera and pointed it at my computer desk. I had to see who was so evil that he deleted my manuscript! No matter if it was a human or a ghost, if he dared to touch my manuscript, I would fight him to the death."

"In the end, I discovered that the person who deleted the manuscript... was actually me!"

After he finished writing the manuscript that day, he felt sleepy again.

Thinking that the camera would capture everything, he fell asleep peacefully.

When I woke up, the manuscript was gone.

He immediately opened the surveillance records to check.

I saw myself on the surveillance screen, sleeping soundly in front of the computer desk.

About a quarter of an hour later, he suddenly raised his head and stared at the computer for a while, then held down the delete key and kept pressing it until all the words on the screen disappeared. Then he manipulated the mouse to open the backup document and continued deleting.

The manuscript he had worked so hard on was deleted word by word and sentence by sentence by his own hands until not even a single punctuation mark was left.

Seeing this scene, Lao Gui was so frightened that he collapsed in his chair and took a long time to recover.

As an author, what I value most is my own manuscript. I will never delete the manuscript even if I am sleepwalking!

In this situation, needless to say, he knew that something must have possessed him.

"During this period, I tried to go to a coffee shop during the day to write. But I seem to be a little unaware of the place, and I am not in a good state to write outside. I can't write a few lines in a long time, and I feel dizzy and want to sleep all the time."

"Later, I had no choice but to ask my editor for a long vacation, and then I stayed in your live broadcast room every day to grab the connection."

"I don't trust anyone else, I only trust you, the anchor. But your connection is so hard to get. I've been trying to get it for two or three months, and I finally got it today."

"Anchor, can I still continue my writing career? What on earth has possessed me?"

Sang Feiwan carefully looked at his face and asked, "Have you moved?"

Lao Gui rented an old Chinese-style house in the countryside, but his background environment at this moment was completely different from the previous house.

Lao Gui said, "Before, I was scared because of the book spirit. After the book was finished, it made a good profit. So I returned to the city and used the royalties I earned to buy a second-hand house. It is the house I live in now."

"This house is located in the suburbs of the city, facing the mountains and the water, and the environment is elegant. The only drawback is that the house is old, about 20 years old. But the community is well maintained and it doesn't look old at all."

"The previous landlord was a man in his 50s. When I bought the house, I specifically asked him if it was a haunted house. So I never thought it was a problem with the house."

"But now that you ask me - I suddenly feel a little uneasy. Did they lie to me? Is the house haunted?"

"Host, is there really something wrong with the house? But I've lived here for more than a year and there were no problems before. It only started three months ago."

Sang Feiwan said: "They didn't lie to you, it's not a haunted house."

Lao Gui said, "It's not a haunted house? Could it be that after a normal death, the landlord moved away and didn't take the soul of the relative away?"

"Neither. The house is fine. No problem."

Lao Gui was a little confused: "Then why do you keep asking me about the house?"

"Nothing, just asking."

Lao Gui: "...The host shouldn't be so scary."

Sang Feiwan said: "This is a small problem, you can solve it yourself."

Lao Gui was very puzzled: "I have encountered evil spirits, is this still a small problem?"

Sang Feiwan said, "Problems other than life and death are trivial. I'll send you a few mantras in private. At 12 o'clock in the evening, recite them in front of the mirror and you will be able to see him."

"Today's three gossips are over, goodbye everyone."

After saying that, Sang Feiwan left the live broadcast room.

"Wait a minute, host, I..." Lao Gui was kicked out of the live broadcast room before he could finish his sentence.

"Anchor, anchor! I don't want to see a ghost!"

He is a man who doesn't even dare to look in the mirror when he gets up to pee in the middle of the night, and you want him to see ghosts through the mirror at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night?

Unfortunately, Sang Feiwan had already gone offline, so no matter how loudly he wailed, he could no longer be heard.

Turning his head, he saw the computer screen on the desk emitting a pale light. The cursor on the document flickered, revealing an indescribable weird feeling.

In an instant, he felt his scalp tingling and had an urge to escape from the house.

But when he thought about the house he had spent so much money to buy and his career as a writer, he had to grit his teeth and persevere!

Let it be, it’s better than stopping and getting scolded and having no income.