Mountains and giant beasts, cabins in the woods

The brother and sister presented a collection of research findings from the Seven or Eight Society, and then took their leave.

Liu Xingmo escorted them to the library entrance.

The curator's voice drifted from behind: "Little Mo, you're really something! You're about to soar to great heights, your future is bright. This old monkey can hardly see you anymore..."

"Director, you flatter me. I can't even hop out of a bird's nest now, how can I fly? Hahaha..." Liu Xingmo laughed self-deprecatingly.

The giant macaque took off its gold-rimmed glasses, wiped them with a silk cloth, and then said, "These days, many people have been asking me about tentacle flesh chunks. Just give me some information so I can handle it."

Liu Xingmo thought for a moment.

The Tai Sui fungus is the foundation of one's livelihood, and because of its special properties, it is best to monopolize it.

As for Penicillium, those who are interested will soon be able to decipher its secrets. Why not share it? Consider it a contribution to the entire village.

"Curator, I've discovered that mold can also be used as contract seedlings, especially a unique gray-green mold that I call Penicillium..." Liu Xingmo said carefully.

"Oh? Penicillin? It can naturally kill other pathogens, I understand." The giant macaque took out a large piece of paper and pen, quickly scribbling down a row of small characters. "With this new kind of miraculous medicine, the entire village's income will increase. That's wonderful!"

He glanced up briefly and said, "Xiao Mo, once you advance to the second tier, come with me to the annual conference as an observer. With your brain, you're sure to come up with a lot of good ideas."

"Oh my, curator, lately so many people have been inviting me to this meeting and that meeting. I feel like I'm about to become rich!"

"Hey kid, you're so dramatic!"

After leaving the library lobby, we entered the newspaper office.

In the sweltering heat of late June, the air was somewhat dry and hot.

The stained-glass window was pushed open, revealing a golden expanse outside. Sunlight streamed onto the desk, making the silver cap of the fountain pen slightly glaring.

All five employees were diligently writing in their respective positions.

When the leader arrived, Jiang Youcai was the first to get restless: "Boss, I heard you took down a bunch of martial arts school apprentices, is that true?"

"Hmm, looking for some inspiration for the new book," Liu Xingmo said calmly.

"I see, then it's not surprising." Jiang Youcai nodded.

The others also had an "I see" expression.

What do you all take me for?

Liu Xingmo was both annoyed and amused.

He pulled out a chair and sat down at his desk.

Several sheets of paper were laid out in front of me.

Article 1:

A shrewd investment? Or naive gambling? Making a living by selling insects: The business path of the genius Liu Yizhu.

It seems that the Golden Silkworm Sect's king crabs have been dealt with, and Liu Yizhu has found a new way to make a living.

Article 2:

The grand opening of Mushroom Castle in the East of the City has resulted in a surge in demand for its unique products.

Liu Xingmo picked up his pen and noted down the shop's opening hours in detail, then added a small "GG" to the news section.

This is to serve the people, not to abuse public power for private gain.

Article 3:

Mysterious Men Get into Street Brawl; Turns Out to Be Him

Liu Xingmo finished reading the report with a dark expression, and finally added his reason for taking action: to find inspiration for his new book.

Since everyone can believe this absurd excuse, let's just leave it at that.

After reviewing the report, Liu Xingmo took out a manuscript.

He solemnly wrote down five large characters:

The Legend of the Black Dragon Hero

Finally, a new book has been released. This book is of great importance, concerning the reputation and future of Black Dragon Village.

Let's play it safe and use a familiar plot for the prologue.

……

The working hours are both short and long.

The hot summer breeze swept in from the golden ocean of sunlight outside the window.

The people inside had a fine layer of sweat on their faces.

The pen tip moved incessantly across the paper, dancing into fluent characters.

Even late into the night, I was still doing the usual printing work.

This time, however, there was a small copper coin among the movable type stamps on the printing plate. The raised and recessed patterns revealed several beautiful vases, which were the latest perfumes.

GG's business has been going smoothly for the past six months, and it is now taking on promotional work for various industries.

Once a thousand copies of the newspaper were printed, the six men and women were divided into two rooms, and each of them laid out a straw mat and went to sleep.

the next day.

We get up at the sound of roosters crowing and head towards our homes in the morning light.

In the height of summer, Heilongzhai is dazzlingly bright everywhere.

With the sun hanging directly overhead, the red tiles of the treehouse, the bluestone paving, and even the green leaves that pedestrians held up for shade were all bathed in gold.

Red gold, blue gold, green gold—gold fills the window frame, creating a dazzling, jewel-like scene.

At midday, after lunch, Liu Xingmo was cooling off in the restaurant. He spread out some newspapers on the ground and lay down to sleep.

There were many people like him; some lay on long benches, some sprawled on solid wood dining tables, and others huddled in corners, holding sturdy camphor leaves and slowly swaying them, creating a cool breeze.

In this heat, it's hard to sleep soundly. But just taking a short break can make you feel much more energetic in the afternoon.

Unable to contain his curiosity, someone spoke up: "Has everyone read the new novel?"

Someone immediately chimed in, "I read it, it's alright. But the last book shouldn't have ended so quickly; there were still so many things left unsaid!"

More people are joining the chat:

"Yeah, I really loved that one, how come it's gone?"

"You guys, take a look at the title of the new book, 'The Legend of the Black Dragon Heroes'! It's about our village!"

"I looked closely too, and the course of that July River is exactly the same as the one in our village. It's finally not some vague fantasy world, but a real, tangible scene."

"Hey! Do you think we have a chance of being written into a book?" The speaker was an old man. "When a person dies, that's it. Buried in a grave, after a hundred or two hundred years, nothing is left."

At this point, the old man's tone shifted like stagnant water being swept into a raging torrent, carrying a profound power: "If it were written into a book, maybe thousands of years later, people would still be talking about our names!"

"Haha, old man Tie really has a wild imagination."

"How can you call Uncle Tie's wild imagination? It's actually going to be a hit! Have you heard? The storyteller, in order to write this chapter well, specifically played the role of a bully and took down everyone in the martial arts gym!"

"Yes, look at the previous reports, they can testify. The person who was beaten is named Lu Zhiliang, exactly the same as in the new book."

"Is that so? No wonder the martial arts master in the book was so pitiful; it turns out the author of the story actually went to meet him."

"So what if I get beaten up? If it gets written into a book, then it's all worth it."

……

Liu Xingmo, lying on the ground, sensed that something was wrong.

Why is the conversation getting stranger and stranger?

He tiptoed to his feet, preparing to run away.

Unexpectedly, an old man stood at the restaurant entrance, arms outstretched, blocking the way.

"Newspaper delivery guy, I recognize you!" The old man's gaze was resolute. "I'm an old man who's lived this long, and I don't have much hope left. I just want a character to appear in the book. It doesn't matter if I get bullied, hit me if you want!"

Good heavens, what the hell is this?

Liu Xingmo leaped out of the window and escaped.

He ran in the bright sunshine.

Suddenly, a huge shadow covered the street.

He looked up and met the gaze of a tiger.