Chapter 35: The innate lazy saint body is very good, I fell into the trap, the method of provoking is...

"Look carefully and remember this thing."

Picking up a piece of paper and a pen from the writer's desk, Cecia quickly scribbled something on it. Soon, the white pill that the "cake man" had eaten before appeared on the white paper.

"Find it and bring it back."

She gave brief instructions and handed the drawing to Little White.

The little guy in front of him was only the size of a palm. He rolled up a drawing that was as tall as himself, nodded his head very hard, and shook off seven or eight snow-white spots.

Those spots were only the size of soybeans, jumping around, trying to return to the little guy's body.

Seeing Little White walking unsteadily, Cecia reminded him worriedly, "You only have half an hour, you must come back within the stipulated time."

Hearing this, the little guy stretched out his chubby little hand, made an OK gesture to her, and disappeared on the spot in an instant.

Gone? Did it fall into the gap?

She looked around quickly and found the little guy lying on the spectacled doctor's shoulder.

The spectacled doctor was walking at the end of the line. He was frustrated because he had just been scolded by the dean, so he walked slowly, which gave little White a chance.

It slowly pulled at the opponent's clothes and found the humanoid mount effortlessly.

It's quite smart and looks cute... but it only lives for half an hour.

Retracting her gaze, Cecilia turned back to the activity room, picked up a few books from the bookshelf, sat down and began to read.

These books are all written by different writers. The protagonists, locations and backgrounds of the stories are different, but the same monster appears in each book.

The monsters' names are unknown, their appearances are vague, and even their methods of attack are not described in detail. They are collectively referred to as "them" in the book.

The stories in the book either end with the death of the protagonist, or the protagonist who falls into madness brings in new participants... In short, they are always mysterious, powerful, and untraceable.

I have to say that the writer is really talented in describing supernatural and bizarre plots.

Those words are chilling, as if everything in the book is unfolding around you.

People will feel panic and fear towards the "them" in the book, and even believe that the story is true, which will strengthen the power of "them" and allow them to spread more fear, thus forming a virtuous circle.

If this continues, the writer's worries will become a reality.

Having made up her mind, Cecia took out the [Bell of the Dead] from her backpack and began to shake it at the agreed frequency.

In less than five minutes, the air in the activity room turned chilly, and a familiar voice sounded behind her.

"Now that you're here, is there anything I can do for you?"

The writer's illusory figure appeared behind Cecilia. He saw seven or eight open books on the table, his pupils suddenly contracted, and then he sighed softly.

"You shouldn't be looking at this."

There was a hint of chill in his voice.

“Any negative emotions you have while reading will feed them.”

"Do you have no confidence in me, or are you too confident?"

Cecia closed the book casually and turned to look at the writer.

"Although you are good at telling stories, I already know something about them. How can I be scared by these timid guys?"

"That's good."

The writer doesn't believe her words, but doesn't want to dwell on this topic too much.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Revise the manuscript."

She pointed at the scattered books on the table and continued, "Change the endings of these stories. Change them to be defeated miserably, forced to reveal their true forms, and finally killed by humans..."

"Also, the funnier the way they die, the better."

"What on earth are you doing? This doesn't make any sense!"

The writer looked at her in confusion and began to doubt why he should believe her.

"I did say to kill them with words, but only unpublished books can do that. They will only be truly killed if the plot of their death is seen and recognized by enough people."

"But now, these books you brought out have already become popular all over the country. Let's not talk about how to let people see the revised version. Even if everyone can see it, it will be difficult for them to recognize this later version..."

"There's so much nonsense, it looks like it will be finished soon."

The writer was so angry that his face turned red and his neck was thick, and he was almost alive, while Cecilia was still teasing him leisurely.

"Since I asked you to modify it, I must be sure of it." She said, "This is the only way to save mankind. Believe it or not."

The writer looked at her with gnashing teeth, but there was no other way. He hesitated again and again, but finally picked up the pen angrily and agreed.

"I will do my best to modify it, but according to the current situation, I can only hold on for one day at most. I hope you really have a solution."

"Don't worry, I always keep my word."

Cecia said with a smile, but her unreliable look made people feel uneasy no matter how they looked at her.

After arranging the work for the first coolie, she left the activity room and went to the rooms of others.

Yu Xiaoxiao, who was in bed number two, was in good condition. Without the abuse from the dean, she stayed quietly in her room to recuperate and no longer mentioned the exam that she was so concerned about.

The patient in bed number three was not so lucky. He was the first person to be taken for treatment and the object of the dean's "special care". He looked like he was crazy.

If it weren't for those restraints, he would have tortured himself to death. Although he was now sleeping with drugs, once he woke up, he began to struggle and wail, and the places on his body that were bound were rubbed until they were bleeding.

Cecia could only give him more [Plant Hearts], hoping that he could hold on until the end of the copy.

Finally, she came to Wilbert's room.

Perhaps the dean also noticed the unusual relationship between the two. Apart from Cecia, Wilbert's room was the largest.

When Cecilia came in, the other person was sitting silently by the bed, not knowing what he was thinking.

When he saw someone coming, he just nodded politely without saying a word.

The two of them stayed in silence for a while.

“Is it really over on Friday?”

Wilbert was the first to break the silence, his voice filled with mixed emotions.

"certainly."

Cecia answered in the affirmative and poked the other person's cheek teasingly. Wilbert was caught off guard and had no time to dodge.

"What? Are you afraid that I will release the video to the entire vampire clan?"

When he heard Cecia mention the hateful video again, he unusually did not speak, but wiped his cheek with his sleeve.

Ever since that incident, he has been very resistant to being approached by others, let alone direct physical contact.

Normally, ordinary people would not approach him again after being so obviously disliked. Besides, he was of noble status, so no one dared to offend him.

But Cecia is different.

Seeing Wilbert's actions, she became more excited.

Taking advantage of the fact that the opponent couldn't use magic in the dungeon, Cecia relied on her absolute physical advantage and stabbed him many times until he had no time to wipe it off.

Seeing the expression of annoyance but having to endure it, Cecilia was satisfied and started to talk about business.

"Look at this."

She pulled a crumpled ball of paper from her bosom and threw it to Wilbert.

Faced with the unidentified and not very clean paper ball, Wilbert frowned in disgust, and carefully opened it with his fingertips, trying to minimize contact with his skin.

"Is this... a magic circle?"

He carefully examined the pattern inside and identified the type of lines.

"That's right." Cecia nodded, "I'll give you two days to crack it."

"That's easy to say..."

Wilbert read it over and over again and found that the array was extremely complicated. He had no magic power and no information at hand. How could the array be so easy to crack?

"Can't do it? Never mind, I'll do it myself."

Before he could finish his words, Cecilia pulled the paper from his hand and turned to leave.

"When did I say I couldn't do it?"

He said coldly.

"In terms of physical fitness, I may not be as good as you. But when it comes to magic, the talents of the vampires far exceed those of the demons."

Very good, I fell into the trap. The method of provoking someone is effective.

Cecia quietly raised a triumphant smile, but still pretended to hesitate and said, "There are only two days left. Is it in time?"

"If I can't make it, no one here can."

"Then I'll leave it to you!"

Cecilia came back obediently and stuffed the paper ball into his hands.

"Remember to understand the purpose and principle of the magic circle, and then disassemble the entire magic circle. It would be best if you can find a way to crack it. You also need to make some minor modifications to the magic circle, such as reversing the entire magic circuit to make the magic circle have the opposite effect..."

Listening to Cecia's endless requests, he felt dizzy and groggy. He had never had such a headache before when taking exams at school.

"You can do it, right? Great Magician—"

Seeing the deliberately drawn-out tone and the delighted smile on his face, Wilbert realized that he had been fooled. From the very beginning, the other party wanted to give him this tedious job.

But the words had already been spoken, and he was not as thick-skinned as someone else, so he had no way to go back on his word and could only agree to it.

After arranging the work for the second coolie, Cecilia was in a good mood and walked out humming a little tune.

As soon as she opened the door, a soft thing suddenly fell into her arms.

The originally fair and tender little White turned into a gray "little mouse" after going out.

The little guy was covered in dirt, but he had no idea that anything was wrong. Instead, he kept rubbing against Cecilia's arms.

The stubby little hand fumbled around in his body for a long time and took out a white pill, exactly the same as the one Cecilia saw in the treatment room.

“Yeah.”

It looked proud and babbled as if it was trying to take credit from Cecilia.

"Good baby."

Taking the pill, Cecilia rubbed its head, and her hands were covered with the sticky colloid.

After receiving the praise, Little White hummed and hawed, and began to look for something on his body. Finally, he took out an ID card with great difficulty. The thing was as big as half of him.

The ID card bears the name of its owner—

Wang Jianguo.

The little guy seemed to know that he had done something great. He put his right hand on his waist and almost raised his head to the sky.