He skimmed through Wenmo's novel, then silently opened a document. The computer keyboard started clattering away automatically, even though no one was using it.
Lines of text appeared on the computer screen at breakneck speed, so fast that Linghu Lan barely had time to read them.
But even the limited portion we saw was enough to amaze Linghu Lan. The writing was coherent, the vocabulary precise, and the story was described quite smoothly, like flowing water, making it easy to read without any sense of stagnation.
Linghu Lan couldn't help but rub her forehead; comparisons were indeed odious. "You can actually write novels?"
The keyboard paused for a moment, and Ming Hong's voice echoed in my mind. "To me, this isn't a novel, it's just my daily life in the underworld."
Linghu Lan: "..."
Hmm, this guy is the head of the underworld. I guess these ghost stories are just daily cases for him.
In just half an hour, Ming Hong had already written 10,000 words in a flash. Linghu Lan was once again impressed; this speed was indeed beyond the reach of normal humans.
She excitedly uploaded the manuscript written by Ming Hong, and after half an hour, the overwhelming praise once again flooded Linghu Lan's screen.
"The person who said Wenmo's writing skills had declined and she was on a downward spiral has been proven wrong, hasn't she? Wenmo was holding back a big surprise. This plot is amazing, isn't it? I almost suspect she personally went to the underworld. It's so exciting!"
"Author, when will this book be published? If it is, I will definitely buy it, it's so good!"
"It's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful! I'll say it three times because it's important."
Linghu Lan was heartbroken. The differences between people were so vast. Was the writing really that good? Why were you all so excited?
Ming Hong: "You're so touched?"
"Huh? How did you know?"
Ming Hong seemed to be deep in thought. "I can feel tears welling up inside you, but your negative emotions are also increasing."
Linghu Lan was speechless with emotion. "Get out of my heart."
"No! I'm already stuck in your heart, I'll never get out."
Linghu Lan: "..."
The phone rang.
Linghu Lan answered the phone, and the editor's excited voice came through.
"Huh? Wenmo, are you planning to continue updating?"
"Uh! That's how it is for now."
"Can you guarantee that this book will be completed? I guarantee it will sell for a good price."
Linghu Lan touched the spider lily on her forehead. She wasn't sure if Ming Hong had written it and wanted to ask him for his opinion.
"Say yes," Ming Hong said quickly.
Linghu Lan nodded. "Okay!"
"Great!" the editor exclaimed happily.
Linghu Lan felt a sense of relief; finally, the story was finished, and she could know the ending. Honestly, she was just a reader disguised as an author!
With the publication details confirmed, the editor was extremely satisfied. Before hanging up, she said in a gentle tone, "Wenmo, this book is good, but there's a small flaw. Could you please revise and reorganize the chapters about the ending of 'Spirit Cat' and 'Faceless Wife' that you updated a few days ago? If you could change those chapters, this book would be perfect."
"puff!"
Linghu Lan felt as if she had been hit by many arrows in her chest.
Lanlan, dead!
After hanging up the phone with the editor, Linghu Lan looked at the webpage with a resentful gaze. Online, Wenmo's novel was still receiving increasing praise and numerous comments.
Linghu Lan asked Ming Hong with a hint of resentment, "Have you ever considered writing novels as a side job besides being the Ghost King?"
twenty three
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