A world of magic and fighting.
One of the four highest planes, Hell! The purple moon hangs in the night sky like a hook.
The hazy purple moonlight shone down, covering the boundless hell plane below.
This is hell, a place full of killing and blood, where the strong dominate everything.
Jingyue Cliff is a cliff ten thousand meters high with a surface as smooth as a mirror!
At the highest point of Mirror Moon Cliff, there is an ancient castle made entirely of purple ore, and in the center of the purple castle there is a huge magic circle.
This magic circle is many times more complicated than the magic circle on the Arctic ice field, and there are two strong men guarding it.
"Buzz"
Suddenly, a space wave flashed by, and a figure suddenly appeared on the magic circle.
Wang Defa's real body emerged and looked around at this strange world.
"Oh? Finally someone is here!"
A strong man laughed and said to Wang Defa, "Come out, don't stand there."
"Youngster, welcome to the hell where the strong are born!"
Another strong man said coldly.
What happened next was similar to the original novel. Two strong men explained the rules of hell to Wang Defa.
He naturally knew the rules of hell. Upon hearing this, he walked out of the magic circle and stood aside obediently.
Then, more and more people arrived at hell through the teleportation array.
Someone knew the dangers of hell and stood by Wang Defa.
Some people don't know this, and still think that they are in the material plane, where they are all extremely arrogant.
But he was quickly killed by two strong men guarding the teleportation array, just like crushing a small ant.
The naked law of the Black Forest, the survival of the fittest, was experienced vividly at this moment.
The group members in the live broadcast room were amazed and it was a great learning experience.
A day later, a team of Bauhinia Army arrived and took away Wang Defa and a group of people who came later.
"Brothers, this is the end of our live broadcast."
"If there is a chance to obtain godhood, I will tell everyone."
Sitting in Metal Life, Wang Defa looked at the live camera and said goodbye to everyone.
"Tsk tsk, this live broadcast is very shocking, human life is worthless!"
"Practice hard. Only the strong can control their own destiny."
"That's right, let's work hard to become stronger!"
"Go ahead, Ollie!"
Group members expressed their ideas one after another, as if they were full of energy.
"Old Wang, please be careful."
Su Qing said with concern: "This hell is full of dangers."
"Yes, just like in the ancient times, you have to be cautious and not reckless!"
Xie Lin said in agreement.
"Understood. I'll pay attention."
Wang Defa closed the live broadcast room and started his journey to hell.
"Buzz"
Then, everyone’s eyes went dark and the live broadcast officially ended.
Soon, the virtual screen automatically switched back to the chat group panel.
After Su Qing turned off the screen recording, he uploaded the video to the group file for later group members to view.
“Ding ding ding”
After a while, a private message came.
Su Qing took a look and saw that it was sent by Xie Lin.
"Lao Cao, are you free now? Please help me log into my QQ and see if anyone remembers me."
"Please help me spread the word in the 'Pushi Group' and tell that group of Pushi that I, the four ghosts, have traveled through time, haha!"
After opening the private message, Su Qing couldn't help but smile.
He thought the four ghosts were just joking, but he didn't expect this guy to take it seriously.
"Haha, OK, no problem, send me your account and password."
He took out his mobile phone and re-downloaded QQ from the App Store, and replied to the four ghosts.
After downloading, Su Qing logged into his QQ account and heard the sound of "beeping".
The message sound lasted for several minutes before it stopped. I looked up and saw that there were over 999 unread messages.
Su Qing clicked on them one by one and found many messages from loyal readers adding them as friends, as well as private messages from them.
Some people questioned why he disbanded the fan group, some asked him why he didn't write the old book, some asked whether the girlfriend he mentioned in a single chapter was true or false, etc.
There are also authors in major author groups who tagged him and asked about his news.
Even his former editor sent him a message asking if he really wasn't going to write anymore.
There are too many messages.
"hehe."
The corners of Su Qing's mouth gradually curved up and he smiled silently.
The same thing makes people feel differently at different times.
When he first joined the chat group, he was full of ambition and eager to say goodbye to the past and embrace a brand new future.
At this moment, when he saw those strange yet familiar messages from friends again, he couldn't help feeling a little melancholy and nostalgic.
Speaking of strangers, Su Qing has never met these friends before, and at most they can be considered netizens.
I had only chatted with them online before, and I didn’t even know whether they were male or female, old or young.
Speaking of familiarity, most of these friends have accompanied him through the two and a half years of online writing, and some of them can even be considered close friends.
"Here I am. Please remember my QQ account number is xxxxx and my password is xxxxx."
"Oh and, I use QQ to log in to Qidian. Can you help me log in to the author backend and post a single chapter?"
"I'll just say that I'm going to a very far place and I won't write any more books. I'm sorry to all my readers."
"Please don't say I'm dead. I, the Four Ghosts, will live forever in the hearts of our readers."
After a while, Xie Lin's private message rang again, and he sent a QQ account password to Su Qing.
"Okay, that's what I'm saying."
"By the way, should I go to your house and see how your funeral is handled?"
"Do you have any relatives? What should I do with the money in your card? Who should I give it to?"
Su Qing remembered that Xie Lin once said that his parents had died a long time ago and he was basically an orphan.
I just don’t know what relatives he has, or how his funeral was handled.
"It's just a small amount of money. You can do whatever you want."
"I've become an immortal, why would I care about this little money?"
"As for my afterlife, I'm already dead, why would I care about this?"
Xie Lin waved his hand and said nonchalantly.
Death would be death anyway, but it is very comfortable to travel back to the ancient times and become an immortal.
But if you see your own grave in your previous life, it would be very unpleasant.
"Okay, then I'll help you distribute the money in red envelopes among the readers and authors. Just give it away."
"This can be regarded as the last dignity left for you four ghosts on Earth."
Looking at the task that just appeared in the task center, Su Qing replied.
Since the four ghosts wanted to cut off their past ties, he was too lazy to make another trip.
[You trigger the group member task: Xie Lin's commission. ]
"That's fine too. Thank you, Lao Cao."
Xie Lin thought about it and decided that this was fine. At least it wasn’t in vain for the four ghosts to come to this world.
Earth.
Outside the window, the sky was gloomy and the cold wind was howling.
Before we knew it, winter had arrived and everything was withering.
“Time flies by so fast!”
Looking at the sky outside, Su Qing closed the window and sighed slightly.
He sat back on the sofa comfortably, took a sip of hot tea, and felt relaxed all over.
He logged out of his QQ account and logged into Sigui's account.
As expected, all kinds of messages came in at 999+, and my phone was about to explode.
Su Qing ignored it and let the bullet fly for a while.
He used Sigui's QQ account to log into the Writer Assistant backend and Qidian Reader app.
At this moment, Su Qing had an idea and turned on the screen recording function of the chat group and aimed the camera at the screen of the mobile phone in his hand.
As expected, messages from the writer's assistant backstage were flying all over the screen.
"Grass."
"This guy Sigui is hiding so deeply!"
When Su Qing saw the author's name, his eyes widened and he took a breath.
I only see that the background shows:
Author's name: 魑魅魍魉 (fictitious, there is no such author) Author's level: lv5 Number of days created: 1492 days
Total word count: 8.41 million
Total fans: 3.57 million
When I clicked on the works, I found that there were only four in total, three of which were completed and one was discontinued.
When Su Qing looked at the titles of the books, he found that they were all familiar books that he had heard of before.
Then I opened three completed works one by one, all of which had tens of thousands of orders.
Even for this part, which has been discontinued, the backend performance has reached more than 6,000 average subscriptions.
Compared to Su Qing, this kind of achievement is beyond his reach, big boss! "No wonder this guy is called Sigui, it turns out there are really four ghosts in his author name."
"I usually hide it very well. I never mentioned my author name in the group, nor did I talk about my grades."
After reading the author's backstage, Su Qing was shocked. The four ghosts were really well hidden!
"No wonder the four ghosts are so carefree on weekdays, buying houses and cars."
"I usually go to soak my feet after writing an update, and I feel very happy when I get paid for my writing."
"With such achievements, I can earn at least hundreds of thousands a year!"
"You really can't judge a person by his appearance!"
Thinking of the bits and pieces of information that the four ghosts had revealed in the group, Su Qing couldn't help but sigh.
After sighing, he clicked on the background of Sigui’s writer assistant and opened the discontinued book.
The last chapter will be updated on November 10th, the day the manuscript fee is paid.
It seems that Sigui was right. He died of a stroke right after receiving his royalties.
Clicking to edit a new chapter, Su Qing typed in a few words: Title: [Single Chapter]
text:
'Guys, I'm sorry for taking so long to post. Damn it!'
'During this time I have been away from home, and I cannot continue writing this book, or even writing any more books in the future.'
"There's no point in saying more, so let's just leave it at that."
'Thank you for your company along the way. I will always remember you for the rest of my life.'
'Let's forget each other now and live happily ever after!'
Check for typos and click Publish if there are no errors.
Su Qing took another look at the backstage and found that there was still unpaid royalties, which amounted to as much as 40,000 yuan.
You know, the new book of Sigui has been discontinued since November 10th. With the three old books with 10,000 subscriptions, there are still 40,000! "Sure enough, the pyramid phenomenon exists in every industry, and the winner takes all."
Su Qing switched the page back to QQ and looked for the reader group of Kai Sigui.
He opened the dialog box and wrote: "@Everyone, hello, I am Sigui, thank you for your support over the past four years."
"I will no longer write books and will completely quit this industry. Today is my official farewell to everyone."
After saying that, he clicked on the red envelope function and started sending red envelopes.
【Lucky Red Packet】
【Lucky Red Packet】
【Lucky Red Packet】
【.】
Ten lucky red envelopes were sent out at once, each worth 2,000 yuan and competed with 100 people, for a total of 20,000 yuan.
Wait: 'Oh my god, the ghost got rich?'
It was like a dream: "I got ten red envelopes and more than 500 yuan. I'm rich!"
Qiu Qi Xiao Nai: "Is the author crazy today? Why don't you go and update?"
Kongshantingyu: 'Gui Da hasn't updated for more than 20 days. Did he just get out of the detention center?'
Pandora's Box: "Nine times out of ten, he calls me little sister every day, so it's no surprise that he got caught!"
Ultraman: "That's enough, I stole more than 300! Thank you for the red envelope, I'll have instant noodles with a piece of ham for lunch today!"
Soon, the readers in the group were excited and started shouting loudly.
After readers grabbed the red envelopes, they asked him why he stopped updating.
Some said he was arrested when he went to Piaochang, some said he was kept by a rich woman, some said Su Qing smiled and did not reply, then opened another group.
First is China Literature’s official author group: Qidian’s seven signed author groups.
As usual, he said some words of thanks, and then gave out another red envelope of 20,000 yuan! Then, he gave out 20,000 yuan red envelopes to the seven premium groups and the seven 10,000-subscription groups, and said goodbye to everyone.
The thought was clear: "Oh my god, Sigui, are you rich? Great, I can have instant noodles with two eggs for lunch today!"
Darenge's follower: 'Thank you for the red envelope, I wish you can have 129,600 sons in one pregnancy! '
Madao in the group: 'Thank you for the red envelope, I wish you can have 129,600 sons in one pregnancy! +1'
A newbie with a monthly income of 1800: 'Thank you for the red envelope, I wish you can have 129600 sons! +1'
Compared with the readers group, the authors group were more happy to receive the red envelopes.
No one asked him what he had been doing before, just like no one knew that the four ghosts were dead.
This is how the world is. No matter who is missing, it will not affect the lives of others.
Looking at the messages from the stupid group members, Su Qing shook his head and said nothing.
He clicked on the last group: "Million-dollar per year, have you typed anything today?"
This strange group name is the only group of authors with whom he and the Four Ghosts have intersections.
There are not many group members, only 51 people.
This time, Su Qing didn't rush to send the red envelope and didn't say anything, but started to look at the historical chat records.
Don't believe in destiny (group leader): 'By the way, Lao Cao hasn't been online for a long time, what has he been doing? '
The earliest news about Su Qing was around mid-September.
What followed were the group members' speculations. Some said he starved to death, while others said he was kept by a rich woman.
Some people also said that he could no longer write novels, so he quietly retired and went to work in a factory to fix screws.
Su Qing shook his head. These guys were quite cute.
In the later news, people still mentioned him from time to time, but less and less.
Then there was the news from the past few days.
Don't Believe in Fate (Group Leader): 'Fuck, why haven't the four ghosts been online recently? '
The rich and powerful chased me to feed me: "Is it possible that Sigui Piaochang went to jail?"
Xiyuanlin: "Oh my god, it's possible!"
Riyuanlin: "This bastard deserves to be in jail because my little sister hugs him every day!"
That Year's Sleet: 'I checked the chat records. He hasn't shown up since the day he was paid for his manuscript last month! If he was arrested, he would be in prison for half a month at most. It's been more than 20 days. He should be back, right?'
70% true and 30% false: 'Is this dog dead?'
Don't believe in destiny (group leader): 'Fuck, I took a screenshot, I'll send it to the four ghosts when they come back!'
Xiyuanlin: "I've saved the screenshot. If you don't send me a 200 yuan red envelope today, I won't delete the evidence."
Silly girl: "Seven points to send red envelopes? Come on, come on!"
Fat woman: 'Wait for the red envelope.jpeg.'
70% true and 30% false: "I have lost more than 30,000 yuan in the past few days of stock trading, and you still asked me to send red envelopes. Where is your conscience?"
What followed was a group of people joking around, and as they chatted, the topic turned to politics and cursing.
That’s right, this is a political group where a group of authors vent their grievances.
Su Qing also joined the group accidentally. He changed groups eight or ten times a year, and his group and account were blocked every now and then.
Four Ghosts: "Brothers, I am Lao Cao, long time no see."
Controlling the four ghosts' QQ, Su Qing typed and spoke.
Don't believe in destiny (group leader): '? ? ? '
70% true 30% false: "Are you Lao Cao? Where are the four ghosts? Holy shit, are you two secretly dating offline?"
Xiyuanlin: "It's confirmed, Lao Cao and the four ghosts are boys, how scary!"
The group members were all stunned. It was clearly Si Gui who was talking, how could it be Lao Cao? These two guys hadn't shown up for a long time. Could it be that they were actually dating offline?
Four Ghosts: "It's a long story. Four Ghosts and I have awakened the system, and we are going to save the world."
Su Qing told the truth.
Don't Believe in Fate (Group Leader): "Fuck, what system did you awaken? The Super Rich System? The Invincible System?"
That year's sleet: 'Old Cao, do you still remember Xia Yuhe by Daming Lake? If you become rich, don't forget me!'
Seven parts true and three parts false: 'Come on, come on, you have awakened the system, isn't it time to let the brothers in the group share the wealth? '
Xiyuanlin: "We agreed at the beginning that if we become rich and powerful, we will not forget each other!"
Fatty: "It's over. After the four ghosts went crazy, Lao Cao also went crazy!"
Silly girl: 'This group is terrible, I'd better quit it, lest you spread your madness to me through the Internet! '
Obviously, no one took Su Qing's words seriously.
Because they are so used to joking around that they have become immune to it.
Sigui: "Whether you believe it or not, Sigui and I are not going to write novels anymore, and we will not be online anymore."
Four Ghosts: "We have just met, so I'll give everyone a red envelope before we leave."
Four ghosts: "For the rest of your life, each of you will cherish it!"
After saying that, Su Qing stuffed all the money in the four ghosts' bank cards into red envelopes and sent them out.
【Lucky Red Packet】
The total amount was more than 13,000 yuan, which was divided among fifty people.
After sending the red envelopes, Su Qing stopped caring about it and prepared to uninstall QQ and never go online again.
“Ding ding.”
At this moment, a message popped up.
Edit yy: '???'
Editor YY: 'You still remember to come back, why did you suddenly stop updating without telling me? '
Editor YY: 'Also, what did you mean by what you said in the group? Are you really planning to quit?'
Editor yy: 'Where are you? Come out! Speak!'
Oh my god!
How come the editor of Four Ghosts came to my house?
Yes, the official author group of Qidian.com was created by editors.
It's not surprising at all that he could see what I said using Sigui's QQ account.
Moreover, Su Qing had heard of the name YY before.
He is straightforward and enthusiastic, and often gives guidance to authors.
Such good editors are very popular among authors.
After a pause, Su Qing replied: "Hello, YY Editor, I am not Sigui, I am his friend."
Editor yy: 'Friends? Doubtful.jpeg.'
Editor YY: 'Where is he? Why did he stop updating some time ago? Did something happen?'
The authors are usually stay-at-home types, and since they don't exercise for years, they are very likely to get occupational diseases.
There are often some authors who end up sending themselves to the hospital while writing.
As an editor, YY naturally knows this.
At this moment, when he heard Su Qing say this, his first thought was: The reason why the four ghosts stopped updating was probably because they were sick.
Four Ghosts: 'He has gone to a very far place and will not write novels anymore.'
Four Ghosts: 'He entrusted me to help him deal with his funeral.'
Sigui: "After I help him post a single chapter and say goodbye to the readers and authors in the group, this account will not be online again."
Su Qing replied.
Editor yy: 'Fuck, is this true? Don't scare me!'
Four Ghosts: 'Well, what good would it be for me to lie to you?'
Editor YY: 'How did he get into trouble? I remember that although his parents died early, he made a lot of money from writing novels in recent years, bought a car and a house, and lived a good life.'
Four Ghosts: "It's not convenient to talk about this."
Sigui: "By the way, he asked me to thank you for your care over the past few years. I want to say thank you to you."
After saying that, Su Qing uninstalled QQ without hesitation. Of course, he said the following words himself.
No matter what, this is the last bit of dignity left for the four ghosts on Earth.
Then he turned off the screen recording and got a video file.
"Video.rmvb."
"Four Ghosts, I recorded a video, take a look, it's done."
Su Qing opened the chat group, clicked on Xie Lin’s private chat, and sent the video he had just recorded.
Xie Lin clicked on the video and watched it from beginning to end.
When he saw readers asking about his recent situation, he couldn't help but look dazed.
"Hey, Lao Cao, thank you."
"I have finally fulfilled my wish, so I have no regrets."
After watching the video, Xie Lin's mind moved, and he wiped away all the emotions in his heart and regained his calm.
"You're welcome. We've known each other for so long, it's too formal to say that."
"Besides, it's just a small matter, nothing more than a small favor."
Su Qing shook his head and smiled.
[Ding! Complete the task of 'Xie Lin's commission' and you will receive 100 group points! ]
The next moment, a prompt automatically popped up in the chat group of travelers.
100 points were automatically credited to the account, and the total value of points in the background finally broke through the 5,000 mark, reaching 5014 points.
"Five thousand points, not bad."
After taking a look at the backstage, Su Qing smiled and thought to herself.
"By the way, I have modified the technique you requested. It took me ten years."
"For now, we have developed an advanced version that can absorb electrical energy, solar energy, nuclear energy, geothermal energy, planetary magnetic field energy, water energy, and biomass energy."
"However, since there are no alpha rays, gamma rays, beta rays and other cosmic rays in the prehistoric world, I can't add them in."
"Otherwise, if we can absorb all kinds of rays in the universe and use them for our own benefit, that would be even more amazing."
At this time, Xie Lin continued.
Oh my god!
Su Qing was shocked! ps: From the 1st to the 7th of this month, the double monthly ticket activity will continue.
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