"You don't even understand this, so what are you pretending to be? We artists are all about storytelling. Whether it's dance, fine arts, music, opera, or literature, it all comes down to how well you tell your story. If you tell it well and have an audience, then you're a god."
"Even as a ghost, you'd be a god-like ghost. On the contrary, you're full of self-righteous platitudes, thinking you're incredibly important, even better than Shakespeare, but nobody pays any attention to you. You're just a worthless ghost! Get it?"
"A great hero, tenacious and righteous, was forced to surrender. What a tragic story! It would spark so much imagination. How can you not accept it? I really doubt whether you ever wrote web novels in your past life?"
"Online novels are all about bringing up the most impossible things to get netizens excited so they'll pay you. It's about slapping people in the face, showing off..." Gao Qunzhu got excited too, pointing at Lao Liang and talking non-stop.
“But… we’re not writing online novels, we’re doing fortune telling! Shouldn’t fortune telling be done according to normal logic?” Old Liang still refused to admit defeat.
"Logic? You're talking to me about logic? Have you ever heard the saying in the human world? Reality is always more bizarre than fiction. Why is that? It's because we're good at predicting fate. If everyone's life were just following the rules, what ghost would want to be reincarnated as a human?" Group Leader Gao got even angrier.
"Let me tell you, don't underestimate the power of fortune telling. It's far more important than writing web novels; it's about the actual life a living being will live!"
"The plot absolutely cannot be sloppy; it must be exciting! If you don't want to go downstairs, you must adjust the plot as I say, and I will come and supervise you later."
"Moreover, you must use all your spare time to learn the business. Unlike downstairs, we don't have many part-time jobs, so we have a lot of free time. You have to change your mindset. I'll say it again: if you don't change your mindset, you'll be replaced by a ghost. I don't keep ghosts who can't do the work here!"
"You say I'm retaliating? Well, I am retaliating! I specifically retaliate against those who don't work properly! Go ahead and report me to the original poster if you dare! I have other things to do. I'll come back to your deduction results later. Make a draft first, don't rush to input it into the system."
After delivering a powerful and authoritative speech, Gao Qunzhu turned to look at Wang Yao.
"Speak, what's the matter? I still have a lot of work to do. Let's talk as we walk." With that, Gao Qunzhu walked straight ahead, and the armored soldier who opened the stairs to the city for Wang Yao hurriedly followed behind. Wang Yao had no choice but to follow as well.
"That's right, there are two things in total. The first is that I accepted a mission from the Heavenly Court, which involves a man named Mo Luopo from Zhidu Ziqiang County in the human realm..." As Wang Yao spoke, the group leader led the two around the city gate and to the back of the city gate.
There was already a descending staircase there. Gao Qunzhu took the lead, and Wang Yao and the armored soldier followed him step by step down the city wall.
The group leader strode away from the set and walked towards another set not far away, separated by two large trees, which resembled a large family mansion.
"Women can't see him? That's interesting. The plot is quite abrupt. Does he have some strange disease?" After hearing Wang Yao's introduction of Molupo's situation, Gao Qunzhu showed some interest and asked as they walked.
"No, although I am not a divine doctor, I still have some eyesight, this..." Wang Yao was speaking when he suddenly saw Gao Qunzhu quicken his pace and rush straight into the half-open gate of the mansion. Wang Yao and the armored soldier could only hurry to follow.
"They're all dead, they're all dead..."
Suddenly, a strange cry rang out above Wang Yao's head. Wang Yao turned his head and saw that the mansion had a large courtyard right after the entrance. A birdcage was hanging on the branch of a crooked tree by the gate, and a black myna bird was chirping inside.
"Xiao Deng, is the reasoning section finished yet?"
Ignoring the myna bird, Gao Qunzhu called out towards the depths of the courtyard as he hurried past the front hall and headed towards the back.
"Is it over yet? Is it over yet?" The myna bird's voice echoed behind me.
Along the way, Wang Yao saw that the ground in the courtyard was littered with ghostly corpses, men, women, and children, all of whom were dead. It was clear that the whole family was dead, just as the myna bird had said.
However, Wang Yao knew that all of this was probably fake, and it was likely another part of the story.
"Here, group leader! I plan to have the protagonist meet his number one love interest here, and the two will disagree on the cause of death, and develop feelings for each other through their argument..." A voice rang out from behind the mansion, but the ghost could not be seen through the house.
"Cause of death? Isn't that ridiculous? It's either for money or sex, what the hell are you dawdling about? What's there to argue about?" Group Leader Gao shouted as he walked, "Hurry up, it's fine to meet someone here, just don't make things too complicated."
“That’s not necessarily true. There are also crimes of passion and acts of revenge. How can you simply categorize them as either for money or for sex?” Wang Yao couldn’t help but interject.
"What the group leader says is true, I'll hurry up and revise it again." The ghost deep in the courtyard was completely unaffected by Wang Yao and hurriedly said.
"You don't understand the situation. This person's destiny belongs to an immortal. Immortals have incredibly long lifespans. If too much time is wasted on a case from his youth, Xiao Deng's performance will suffer, and in the end, he'll only be able to go downstairs."
Gao Qunzhu turned to look at Wang Yao and explained to him in a calm tone.
"Regarding the man in the human realm you mentioned, his ailment is both abrupt and incomprehensible. There is only one possibility: he is atoning for some evil deeds he committed in his past life."
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