I want to know who killed me

Xiao Zhanqiu paused, turned around, and frowned at him.

Shao Ting's first reaction was that he asked something he shouldn't have asked, but the other party's eyes didn't have the murderous look from yesterday, so it shouldn't be some serious rebellion.He laughed twice, and was about to say forget it, when the other party retorted solemnly: "I don't call you hello."

Shao Ting: "..."

Shao Ting said: "Hey, then what should I call you?"

Xiao Zhanqiu's eyes went blank for a moment.

Shao Ting: "?"

Xiao Zhanqiu frowned and said: "I am the senior brother of the leader, you can call me Master Demon Envoy."

...Actually claiming to be a master, Shao Ting made a dark line and said, "Master Demon Envoy, are your injuries okay?"

Xiao Zhanqiu said, "Why are you asking this?"

"May I care about you politely," Shao Ting said with a sneer, "It's fine if you don't want to say it. But since you are the leader's brother, you should be familiar with the leader, what kind of person is the leader?"

Xiao Zhanqiu is still the same sentence: "Why are you asking this?"

Shao Ting's smile froze, and he rubbed his nose in embarrassment: "To tell you the truth, I'm actually your junior and younger sister, although I haven't paid homage yet."

Xiao Zhanqiu said "oh" in a neutral tone.

Shao Ting said: "Today I chatted for a while with my servant, Zhusheng, and he told me that the leader's temper is not very good, and the eight wives before... did not have a good life, and they all died at a young age. Yes, I'm a little worried."

"Eight?" Xiao Zhanqiu's tone was tinged with surprise.

Shao Ting was stunned: "Did I remember wrong?"

Xiao Zhanqiu shook his head and said, "No, it's just that I didn't notice that the leader married so many times."

Shao Ting: "..."

"Zhusheng is right." Xiao Zhanqiu turned his head and poured cold water on him, "The leader has a bad temper, so don't bother him if you have nothing to do in the future."

Shao Ting nodded hurriedly: "Yes."

"However, he was wrong about one thing," Xiao Zhanqiu said, "It's not that the eight wives are unlucky, they deserve it."

Shao Ting couldn't help shivering.

How could he have forgotten that the leader has a cruel personality and likes to abuse his wife, so the teacher's brother must not be much better!

Shao Ting trembled, not daring to ask further questions.

But he didn't want Xiao Zhanqiu to glance at him, and continued: "Don't worry, you look like a long-lived person."

Shao Ting was taken aback for a moment, but then he was overjoyed: "Is it the kind that lives to 90 years old?"

Xiao Zhanqiu gave him a look that made you think too much, and said: "Maybe I can live three years longer than them."

Shao Ting: "..."

This is a threat!Definitely a threat!

Shao Ting didn't dare to talk about this topic anymore. The more he talked, the more he felt that his life was not long. He wanted to cry without tears and thought, this is really a demon sect, otherwise why everyone has a dangerous smell!

"Hey, what's your name?" Xiao Zhanqiu asked suddenly.

Shao Ting was still thinking about how to avoid being abused by the leader in the future, and he reflexively said: "Shao Ting."

After speaking, he covered his mouth in horror.

Too bad, he doesn't know the name of his body yet!

Who knows Xiao Zhanqiu heard it, but showed a sudden expression: "It turned out to be from Qingwuzhai, I remembered."

Shao Ting was secretly surprised, hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't hold back and asked: "Qingwu Village is... what is it like in the eyes of Lord Demon Envoy?"

"A local snake, defeated by his subordinates, with no successors."

A series of derogatory words spit out from Xiao Zhanqiu's mouth, which made Shao Ting startled for a while.

Seeing his reaction, Xiao Zhanqiu thought he was upset, so he sneered and said, "Can't you hear me say bad things about the Shao family?"

"No, no," Shao Ting shook his head like a rattle, "The water splashed by the married son, I will only follow the surname of the leader... By the way, what is the surname of the leader?"

"... Xiao."

"Oh!" Shao Ting replied crisply, "Then I will be the Xiao Shao family from now on, and I have nothing to do with the Shao family's affairs in Qingwuzhai!"

"Don't be called Xiao Shao, it's ugly." Xiao Zhanqiu said with disgust, "But it's good for you to have such an awareness. If you join the Lotus Worship Sect, you will be a member of my God Sect in your future life, and you will be a dead person of my Sacred Sect even if you are reincarnated. If you are reincarnated, you still have to join my divine sect! If you dare to betray the divine sect, the leader will personally make it impossible for you to live or die."

Shao Ting: "..."

Although the word worshiping the Lotus God has been heard from Zhusheng before, but now it is said from this guy's mouth, it is completely different!

Even when he was sitting, Shao Ting still had the urge to bow down and surrender.

...Damn it, it's a fight with brainwashing pyramid schemes!

Having a conversation with the so-called leader and brother was not pleasant—at least Shao Ting was not happy at all. Shao Ting said that it would be too late if he didn’t go back, so he left in a hurry and fled.

Xiao Zhanqiu stared at his slightly embarrassed back, thoughtfully.

Shao Ting originally thought that the bamboo fungus would appear to block people like last night after leaving the secret passage, but he waited until he returned to the room, but he didn’t see a single person along the way. Too lazy to come out and warn him.

Shao Ting thinks the latter is more likely.

Because he stayed up late, Shao Ting slept until the sun was up again the next day without accident.

There were few recreational activities in ancient times. Although Shao Ting only got up at noon, he had nothing to do after dinner, so he asked Zhusheng if there were any books to read.

Zhu Sheng thought about it, went out and brought back a thick stack of books.

Shao Ting flipped through it, and was a little surprised, because what Zhusheng brought back was actually a dozen or so magazine-like books called "Seven Star Picks".

Zhusheng introduced: "Seven Stars is the most popular literature in Jianghu today. Madam, you can read it. If it doesn't suit your taste, I will find some other books."

Shao Ting thanked him and started to watch Seven Star Picking.

As a former full-time writer, Shao Ting's observation and comprehension skills are still very good. After an afternoon of reading, he came up with a set of his own conclusions——

Qixingzhai should be similar to modern magazines. Small books will be published every month according to the ten days, that is to say, three books a month.The content includes various types of scripts and recent anecdotes, of which serial scripts account for 70.00%, and the rest are short stories and anecdotes.

Faced with such an avant-garde Qixingzhai, Shao Ting inevitably had the idea of ​​returning to his old career.

In his previous life, he had earned a lot of money by relying on writing. Now that he has traveled to ancient times, he doesn't believe that his stories that can even attract modern people can't handle these ancient people.He has carefully studied the serials on Qixingzhai. The story structure and language description are very good. Shao Ting even thinks that these people's articles can attract a group of readers who love ancient styles in modern times.But Shao Ting is also very confident, because he has one more advantage than these ancient authors that they will never have - his imagination is wider than the ancients.

Rebirth, soul swapping, superpowers... even the time travel of the worst street on the website is extremely novel for this era.

Although married to the Devil's Cult, Shao Ting is very pessimistic about his long-term development in the Cult after what happened in the past two days. If he can make a little money by himself, he can reduce his chances of starving to death in the future.

So that night, Shao Ting asked Zhu Sheng about the submission of the manuscript.

Zhu Sheng was very surprised when he heard the words: "Madam also wants to write a book?"

It is impossible for Shao Ting to say that he was in this line of work before, so he can only say modestly: "Yes, I think the stories they write are very exciting, so my hands are itchy."

After hearing this, Zhu Sheng thought he was acting on a whim, and couldn't help but feel that he was a bit overwhelmed.

But Shao Ting's request was not too much. It was many times better than the wife who was thinking about digging up the news every day and trying to bring down the God Cult. So Zhu Sheng agreed without much hesitation, and gave Shao Ting A more complete collection of the Four Treasures of the Study was sent.

Shao Ting looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of him, and was momentarily stunned.

Yes, why did he forget, he is now in ancient times, and naturally he can only use a writing brush for writing... Wait, writing?Shao Ting got up all of a sudden, and brought up the interface of the Lujiang codeword system.

He was right in thinking before, this code word system is indeed his golden finger!

For the first time, Shao Ting felt that this weird codeword system was cute, so without further ado, he typed a text in his mind to try it out.The feeling after trying it is naturally very good. Shao Ting was pleasantly surprised to find that the feeling of typing in his mind is the same as that of sitting in front of the computer in the past.In the future, his code words can be saved in the system, and then slowly written out with a brush. Although it takes a little time and effort, it is still more efficient than writing directly with a brush.

At this moment, Zhusheng's surprised voice sounded: "Eh? Madame has already started writing."

Shao Ting was taken aback, and hastily exited the system, staring in disbelief at the ink-stained writing brush in his hand, and the petty lowercase script in front of him.

He was just simulating in his mind just now... Could it be that the system automatically manipulated his handwriting? !

This is simply another surprise!

Shao Ting was so happy that he didn't know what to say, and immediately typed another sentence in his mind, and as he guessed, he quickly wrote that sentence with a brush with his right hand.

From Zhu Sheng's point of view, Shao Ting ignored him and started writing again.

Zhusheng couldn't help feeling very curious.

He originally thought that Shao Ting's proposal to contribute was just a whim, and even if he was serious, it was impossible to write something so quickly. How could he think that he just went out for dinner, and the other party was already full of ideas?Zhusheng couldn't believe it.

He walked to the desk, picked up the paper that was full of writing, glanced at it, and then froze.

This Ninth Madam... really has two brushes!

The author has something to say: [Xiao Meng Duan]

Every time I urinate in a public toilet, the people next to me always laugh at my little guy. The 5-year-old kid who urinated next to me today didn’t laugh at me. I know that the kid is kind-hearted, after all, his is not much older than mine.