"Yes, I will definitely come back alive. Master, senior brothers, senior sisters, you too, you must come back alive. I'm waiting for you." Qiyue showed a sweet smile.

Looking at Qiyue, who was enveloped in the middle of the array's barrier, Ruan Siyin felt endless envy.

No one had ever treated her like this before.

His gaze fell on Song Yanzhuo; her eyes shone with light. If she could hold a place in his heart, would he feel the same way...?

Soon, everyone entered the killing formation.

They were teleported to different places.

Looking at the computer in front of her, Qiyue fell into deep thought.

What does "damn it" mean?

Where's the promised killing formation? This must be an illusion, an illusion! It wasn't written like this in the original story at all!

Qiyue firmly believed that this was all an illusion, but looking at the incredibly realistic room around her, the familiar bed, the familiar bookshelf, the familiar pillows, the dolls, the half-eaten snail rice noodles, and the slightly swaying gaming chair, she was dumbfounded.

It took her a long time to slowly come to her senses.

She gently touched the gaming chair, and her eyes widened in surprise at the feel of the leather!

Holy crap!

Qi Yue abruptly pulled her hand back, her mind went blank, and a bead of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Looking at the draft she had only half-finished writing before her sudden death on the computer screen, I'm not kidding, I was drenched in sweat.

Looking at the computer with a pained expression, Qiyue's face was very ugly, and she started pounding the keyboard.

"Damn it! I'm dead! Are you kidding me! Writing, writing, writing! I'm doomed to be a writer for life!? Damn it, let me see if my skills are more powerful or if you're just as resilient!"

July was furious and unleashed one powerful move after another, but even though she was exhausted, her keyboard and computer were still perfectly intact.

Qiyue collapsed onto the ground, questioning the meaning of life.

"Where's the killing formation you promised? What is this? A mental attack enhanced by magic attack, is it?"

After being bombarded with three suffocating questions, July decided to think about them carefully.

Unlike the commotion on Qiyue's side, Lou Xuanzhi and the others were teleported to a very strange yet incredibly familiar place. Looking at the person who suddenly appeared out of nowhere and looked exactly like them, their faces turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

The harder they work, the more intense it becomes.

Looking at Qiyue, she had already guessed some things. She lay on the ground with a resigned expression, her computer vibrating with WeChat messages from time to time. She could tell with her toes that they were definitely her editors frantically urging her to finish her manuscript, but she remained unmoved.

Her gaze pierced through the roof, looking into the void; her face was icy.

From the moment she came into this world, anything that changed, she knew without a doubt, was the work of the Heavenly Dao.

That's it? This damn draft can stump her? Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Writing is out of the question, absolutely impossible! In her past life, she worked herself to death every day; breaking through this impasse would be a piece of cake for her.

Just give up and that's it!

Thinking this, Qiyue even crossed her legs and took a nice nap, until she heard a dissatisfied sigh coming from the depths of her mind, and then she opened her eyes.

The moment I opened my eyes, I found myself in a completely different environment.

It was dark and cramped all around. She reached out and touched her surroundings. There were stone walls all around her, and something was poking her back, making it hurt.

No way! No way!

A bad feeling welled up in her heart, and she quickly took out a tinderbox.

Looking down, he burst into laughter, speechless.

Damn it, she's actually lying in a coffin. I'm laughing at her.

After glancing at the skeleton brothers she had pressed against her back as a cushion, she smashed the coffin lid with a single blow, gracefully rose, arranged the bones she had crushed, looked around, and her eyes lit up when she saw three incense sticks that were half-burnt, covered in ash, and entangled in spider webs.

He walked over, picked up the incense, patted it and blew on it, then returned to the coffin, lit it with a tinderbox, and inserted it into the coffin. His movements were so smooth and elegant.

"Brother, sorry to bother you! Let me offer you some incense, and let's call it a day. Goodbye!"

As she spoke, Qiyue made a gesture by bringing her index and middle fingers together near her temple, straightened her skirt, and swaggered out.

Completely unaware that a soul had emerged from the white bones behind her, following high behind Qi Yue, Qi Yue only noticed this thing when she felt a bit cold.

Seeing the vengeful spirit whose face was obscured, a lightning-summoning talisman appeared. Qi Yue beckoned with her finger, stood in a horse stance, and shouted, "Come here!"

The vengeful spirit circled in the air and actually floated down in front of Qiyue, swallowing the lightning-attracting talisman in one gulp.

Then, the entire spirit was electrocuted and lay flat on the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.

Qiyue narrowed her eyes and picked up the still twitching little thing: "Oh, you're not afraid of lightning talismans, you've got some skills."

"Thank you." A childish voice came from the ghost. Then, Qiyue saw the originally dark blue vengeful spirit slowly transform into something with the upper body of a one-year-old child and the lower body being nothing but a tail, with red cheeks.

Qiyue laughed and poked it: "Is it really that big of a deal? I just complimented you, why are you blushing like a teapot?"

"You're the first person to compliment me. My name is Quanyin. What's yours?" Its tail wagged incessantly, showing its happiness and innocence.

But Qiyue saw it differently.

Looking at the little thing in front of her, she felt a chill run down her spine.

In the original work, the guardian deity of the Bone Clan was called Quanyin, a monster that resembled a bull but had four horns. It loved to eat people and disappeared a thousand years ago after failing to ascend.

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