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Chapter 818 The story in the story, I give you the pen to write

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    Overhead is the Mediterranean Sea, with blank eyes and a greasy smell all over his body, the dead fat man slowly turned his head, and his dead fish eyes looked at the lower part of the water curtain.

    On this water curtain like a sky, there are countless undead and human races, but the proportion is not that high.

    Hundreds of boats competed for the current and went upstream in order to climb out of this sky, out of this pure death zone.

    All the undead here, those who have not crawled out, have only one ending in the end.

    Falling into the black sea, being pulled into the sea by those dead spirits that can never be freed, even if swallowed by the huge monsters that appear in the sea, it may not be possible to be freed.

    On the contrary, they may be tortured for an unknown period of time in Weiji's belly, and they cannot escape from this place, nor can they seek liberation.

    Every undead that can appear here was a hero, or a person who left legends.

    No one talks about it, it has no name and no trace, and it is not a creature of a big boss. It is impossible for it to appear here after death.

    The vast black sea is already the final destination of all living beings. They will melt into this place, and everything will be integrated into it, and they will no longer have themselves.

    ? When one day, their traces in the world disappear, and no one will mention their names again.

    That is the real disappearance, which is more thorough than death. Withering, there is nothing left.

    When those who are really capable, come to the end of the Black Sea and see this sky, what will they do?

    Go upstream, climb up.

    Even if they themselves may not know what's on it.

    The unknown is better than seeing the end at a glance.

    In this boundless black sea, the ending of every undead is already doomed.

    Unknown at least may be different, the difference is hope.

    When there is no hope, it is no different from death.

    Not everyone can recognize this. Most of the undead here, whether they have self-awareness or not, are actually just blindly following the trend.

    The dead fat man in the Mediterranean looked at Qin Yang below with drooping dead fish eyes.

    His vehicle is a book, and now Qin Yang's story is written in this book.

    This means that Qin Yang is the one who is most qualified to compete with him among the newly emerged undead.

    He has been in this position for an unknown amount of time.

    It seemed that he was only a little bit short of being able to jump up from the sky, climb up to the upper floor, go to the unknown place, and completely leave this low level of death where there is only death.

    However, he has been unable to cross the past, that step is like a natural moat, and he will never be able to cross it.

    He is waiting for someone, someone who can compete with him, because every time he advances, he has fought for it, and every step forward is stepping on the bones of other dead spirits.

    In his dead fish eyes, a trace of emotion slowly appeared, and he thought for a long time before he remembered that this is called happiness.

    Yes, he was very happy, someone finally came to compete with him, and it seemed that he was still a human race.

    On the book, there are still neat handwriting that emerges by itself, describing the story with Qin Yang as the protagonist.

    "Everything is stable, Qin Yang thought he could finally rest for a while, but new changes appeared"

    When the handwriting reached here, the black handwriting gradually turned red, as if written with blood.

    The dead fish looked at the Mediterranean Sea, and came to the spirit, as if they opened their eyes all of a sudden, quietly looking at the writing on the book, and watching the updates synchronously

    Qin Yang rubbed his head, always feeling that he had slept too much recently, he was always a little groggy and lethargic.

    However, why sleep for a long time before death, and sleep naturally after death, let¡¯s do business, first completely solve the worries, complete the to-do items in the small book, and have some time to rest slowly.

    Qin Yang lifted his spirits and walked out of the Jedi Manor.

    Everything seemed to go through it again, following Qin Yang's memory, one thing after another appeared.

    Go to the Land of Eternal Night, kill the scorpion, go to Dayan, kill the old emperor, become Emperor De, go to Nianhai, break the path of Emperor Ying's detachment, and at Kuishan, the last sword, kill Emperor Ying and his own.  vitality.

    He came to the Black Sea again, and took a lone boat all the way to the end of the Black Sea. Here, he fought endlessly with countless other dead spirits, competing for the last chance to cross the sky.

    Then, when he walked all the way through the sky"

    The novelist was panting heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, he couldn't help it, and wailed.

    "Enough! You win!"

    He broke the large pen in his hand on the spot, and slammed the pen on the book.

    In the blink of an eye, like crazy, he tore off the pages of the book, all the parts belonging to Qin Yang, all torn off!

    Throw it back on Qin Yang's lonely boat.

    On that page, Qin Yang's two large characters flew out, slowly condensing into Qin Yang's figure.

    Qin Yang opened his eyes and looked at this dead world, with no sun above his head.

    Looking at the dead fish eyes in the Mediterranean Sea opposite, Qin Yang couldn't help showing a look of disappointment.

    Come on, it shouldn't be a story this time.

    "I don't even mind letting you peep into my life. Why did you put down the eunuch first? Are you still human? Let's discuss it and let me enter the story again, okay?"

    Novelist Qi smoked from his head and his face was distorted. He grabbed the broken pen and threw it to Qin Yang.

    "Here's the pen, you write it! Come on, write me to death!"

    He couldn't bear it at all, the story he wrote turned into that ghostly appearance, abruptly changed from a story to a diary for more than 20 years, and it was still the same every day.

    ps: After the new year is the new year, I would like to wish you an early year, happy new year, I deliberately keep chapters, each chapter has a plot.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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