The poorest soul catcher in history

Panicked, he advanced into the literature app to check his books, only to find that the introduction of his book had been replaced with an apology statement!

Hello readers, I am the author Yuanfang Arita. The origin of this book and why it was published by me have been written in Chapter 1 of the main text. I am a sinner and a liar!I am sorry to my master Yun Wuming, I am sorry to my readers, and I am even more sorry...  

With trembling hands, he swipe to the comments below. Most of the newly released ones are Chapter 1.

"My God! What did I see!"

"Sure enough....I am a loyal reader of Brother Yun. The first ten chapters of this book are very similar to Brother Yun's writing style. At that time, I thought that the two of them were masters and apprentices, and maybe they were taught by Brother Yun. But after ten chapters, the writing style and painting style have changed a lot, even though the story is very attractive, I still feel weird."

"Garbage! Give me negative points!"

"Get out of the literary world!"

"You will suffer retribution! Brother Yun will come to you soon!"

"brute!"

"Pooh!"

Negative points, all negative points, readers of Shangguanshu rushed to scold him after hearing the news, long comments one after another, all accusing and cursing, Feng Yue just swiped lightly, dozens and hundreds more new comment.

He took the courage to click on the modified Chapter 1.

This chapter describes in detail how Shangguan Shu copied the files after his death, and how he handed over the empty computer to Yuan Rong, and then began to publish it, using the name of the master to publicize it, and then wrote about Yuan Rong's coming to him .

How proud he was after Yuan Rong's death, and then he woke up after losing a leg, but he still didn't know how to repent, and was greedy for the rising data and money.

It wasn't until he had nightmares that Shangguan Shu came looking for him that he decided to write these and apologized to readers on both sides.

"This is impossible!"

Feng Yuecai's eyes darkened, "Who did this? Who stole my account!"

Just when he was about to delete these things, explaining that his account was hacked, he suddenly saw the last sentence.

Maybe some readers will defend me that my account was hacked, so let me tell you clearly that the first ten chapters of this book are my master's own manuscripts, and this book is a birthday present for his girlfriend Yuan Rong. It's a pity that before it was sent out, it went away unexpectedly.

Please find the last word of the original Chapter 1, all the way to the last word of Chapter 10. After connecting them, you will find that what I said is true. Sorry, master, I will apply for a solution to this book. , the money will be returned to you, and I will quit the literary world forever.

"What last word?"

Feng Yue hurriedly looked through the comments. Perhaps most of the people saw the last sentence like him. Everyone searched for it and finally pieced it together.

"I'm crying. These are the ten words I understood. Most of them are homonyms. They are indeed my brother Yun: Province (birth) one (yi) stone (yes) ni (you) heir (death) righteousness ( Yishi () is it () you love () Rongrong ()."

"My Brother Yun must have reunited with his little girlfriend, right? You must not let this person go, you must come to him."

"Crying bird."

Seeing Feng Yuecai clutching the phone with a blue face, Feng's father worried, "What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Feng Yue raised his head stiffly, "I'm done."

At this moment, Feng Yuecai's editor called, and he answered the phone in a hurry. The editor was no less flustered than him.

"Why don't you answer the phone! What does that mean? Is it true?"

Cha Ke leaned his head over, and when Feng Yue was about to answer, he raised his hand and put it on the phone.