AI copywriting?All copied wrong!

Are your clothes fully worn?

Or did he vomit all over the floor and fall in, his face covered with his own vomit, his hair disheveled like a madman, like a terrifying crazy woman?

⑨Min!

Lin Nan, you are so sick, are you really unreliable at all?

The phone vibrates.

Tang Ping received a friend request.

From the silent crow.

——The files were transferred in the evening using Bluetooth. Out of some tacit understanding, the three of them did not add each other as friends.

Tang Ping immediately agreed.

The other party quickly sent a message.

Silent cries: "Oh no, on the way to deliver milk to you, Sister Yan Yao heard someone talking about the manuscript and went crazy with alcohol!" 』

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Nearly [-] words of explosive updates.

Ok……

As expected of me.

The god of the end of the month.

I hope everyone can enjoy watching it this time!

If you are not having fun...

Then wait, I'll take a break first and recharge my batteries.

When the battery is finished, enjoy it again!

Leave application note for November 11nd

After a day of liver damage, the backlash is a bit severe, so I need to rest overnight to recharge.

I will start coding tomorrow morning and try to update more in the morning (and then continue to update more).

In November, be sure to adjust your work and rest back to the super human world, and finish writing in a healthy way!

It's a pity that before the book was finished, I sent it with my heart pounding (sadness).

Purple Potato Pudding Word Count Patch.

Chapter 179 The devil’s method ([-] words)

What? ? ?

Tang Ping was stunned for a moment.

No, why did she suddenly want to deliver milk to me?

Could it be because I gave her hot milk when I tricked her into getting rid of her "ghost possession"?

Time should go slower and don’t let sophomore age get older: "You didn't stop her?" 』

Silent cries: "How could I stop her? She was so strong after being drunk that she grabbed my hand and forced me to push me away from the door." 』

Silent cries: "It seems that my memory is blurred. I remember what you said before about giving her hot milk, instead of asking her to give you hot milk." 』

Tang Ping: "..."

Alcohol is really harmful!

But how does Sister Yaoyao know which room he lives in?

Or is it that I was drunk and didn’t think much about it, and because I didn’t know, I knocked on the door from room to room with hot milk and asked one by one?

While asking, I suddenly heard a writer mention something about a manuscript, triggering a sensitive word and entering a dark editing mode to urge the manuscript?

Listening to the voices and knocks coming closer and closer to the door, Tang Ping's mind was filled with thoughts.

What should we do now?

Pretending to be asleep and not listening to the call to avoid the second impact that may be coming?

Bite the bullet, open the door, and face the obscenity with a smile while being beaten or scolded... No, is it dangerous?

Too late to think about it.

The knock of death is approaching!

"dong dong dong"

"Open the door and hand in the manuscript!"

The various plans in Tang Ping's mind suddenly came together into one.

He will make the boldest and craziest decision!

Tang Ping took a deep breath, got out of bed silently, and walked quickly to the door.

Turn off the light gently.

Press and hold the door handle.

Hiding behind the door, he slowly opened the door.

"Click"

"Well, you also have to write three... Huh?"

Yan Yao, who was extremely drunk, unconsciously held the warm milk that she had forgotten why she was holding it in her hand, and looked into the dark room. Her brain, which was already struggling with thinking, almost got stuck.

There seems to be no one in the house...

If there was no one, why would this door be knocked open by myself?

Yan Yao couldn't quite understand.

She shook her head, which seemed to be in power-saving mode.

Forget it, it doesn't matter, since there is no one, just ignore it.

Yan Yanyao turned around and continued walking in, knocking on the next room door.

"Squeak - bang"

Yan Yao immediately turned around.

Huo Ran saw that the door that opened by itself inexplicably closed again by itself!

How is this going? !

Yan Yao turned around and walked back to the door again.

After hesitating for a while, he slowly stretched out his hand tentatively.

"Bang, bang"?

"Squeak-"

The door opens again!

Yan Yao took a step back in disbelief.

A subconscious chill surged up from his tailbone into his mind.

She shuddered, and her self-consciousness, which had been devoured by the demon of alcohol, regained some clarity.

And these few moments of clarity were momentarily occupied by a thought:

Haunted?

Hotels often have legends of haunted rooms.

It is said that someone once died in it and his ghost lingered, becoming an earthbound spirit in the room.

After she knocked on the door, the dark room opened automatically. Could it be the ghost living inside that opened the door for her?

"Hey!" Yan Yao was shocked in her heart, and the hair on her body stood up.

She stood stiffly at the door, looking at the gloomy and dilapidated scene in the room, the more she looked, the more frightened she felt.

The bed was vaguely visible and wrinkled, as if it had been used by a ghost not long ago.

"Sister Yaoyao."

"ah!!!"

The sudden sound scared Yan Yao almost out of her mind.

Her body leaned sharply to the other side of the voice, and the warm milk in her hand flew up.

It crossed a parabola, banged a few times, and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, it was an unopened box of milk and it didn't spill all over the floor.

"Sister Yaoyao, what's wrong with you?" Lin Nan looked at Yan Yao, who was almost frightened. Following Tang Ping's instructions, Lin Nan asked in a low voice, pretending not to know.

"Why did you suddenly appear next to me! You scared me to death!" Yan Yao shouted loudly.

Her pink lips were slightly parted and she breathed quickly.

His heart was beating so hard that it almost jumped out of his chest.

Just now, she almost thought it was a ghost calling her name after seeing her repeatedly knocking on the door but not coming in!

"I just walked next to you normally." Lin Nan said aggrievedly.

In fact, I deliberately walked slowly.

Lin Nan stretched out his neck, looked into the room, and asked doubtfully:

"Sister Yaoyao, what were you looking at here just now?"

Yan Yao's breathing gradually slowed down, and her heartbeat slowed down.

Calm down a little.

"This room..." She hesitated for two seconds, then stretched out her hand to pull Lin Nan aside.

Staring at the door that closed again with a "squeak-bang", he murmured to Lin with excitement and fear:

"Look, there's obviously no one in this room, but the door automatically closed as soon as we left!"

"It was the same thing just now. When I knocked on the door, it would open, but there was no one inside!"

Lin Nan's expression suddenly became serious.

"Sister Yaoyao, don't you know?"

"what do you know?"

"I also overheard a local saying that there was a room in the hotel where someone died before, and it became haunted."

Sure enough... Yan Yao's vest felt cold.

"and also……"

Lin Nan tilted his head slightly and listened to Tang Ping's soft voice coming from the Bluetooth headset hidden in his ears.

"Also, I heard that the deceased was once a writer. He died because he was forcibly locked in a room by the editor and went crazy. So the thing he hated most was pushing for manuscripts!"

"Is there such a thing?" Yan Yao was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth.

"Yes, I am number one...ahem, I was also surprised when I first heard about it."

Lin Nan's facial muscles twitched slightly.

She tried her best to keep her face straight and complained about Tang Ping in her heart, why she could still talk about such things.

"I say something and you say something." This request was made by you!