You said you would tell fortunes, so you can catch ghosts and exterminate zombies easily?

Chapter 191: Hills and valleys in the pen, autumn in the ink

Su Chen had read records of literary energy transforming into spirits in his master's books.

There was a writer who wrote strange stories. One day, he traveled through mountains and rivers and passed by a place where plague was rampant. He sat down to write. A miracle doctor appeared from the manuscript, collected herbs and gave acupuncture. In three days, the plague was cured and disappeared.

A scholar curiously asked the scholar: Where is the miracle doctor?

The literati said: It is in the heart and in the pen.

Everyone says that the magic of the Taoist sect is mysterious and powerful. In Su Chen's opinion, the magic of the literati is even more mysterious.

There are hills and valleys in the brush, and thousands of years in the ink.

It’s no wonder that people often say: Books contain golden houses and beautiful women.

Pity.

It's full of evil spirit.

The literary style of the manuscript not only tightly entwined the middle-aged man, but also pulled Chen Yongchang's son, as if trying to pull them into the manuscript.

Su Chen quickly flipped through the latest chapter, in which a young boy was peeping and teasing his wife, which made him have the idea of ​​having an affair.

After a few words, the choice of words is wonderful, as if you are in the scene, and you can't help but feel sorry for the male protagonist's injustice.

Su Chen couldn't help but think of Zhao Li's works. There is indeed a world of difference between mediocrity and masterpieces.

He tried to dispel the evil spirit, but he felt helpless as he watched wisps of evil spirit spreading out from the manuscript.

There must be something wrong with this writing, which is why it is so evil.

The manuscript was flipped through again, and Su Chen discovered that the handwriting on several pages was very sloppy.

Wang Haitao came forward and asked, "Master Su, is there something wrong with this character?"

Then he complained: "Why is your writing like a dog crawling? It's even worse than mine."

Su Chen looked at the content carefully.

These pages describe the protagonist going out to buy things he needs for life. He met a man on the way. The man saw at a glance that the protagonist was a talented person and offered him two thousand to invite him to be his assistant.

The protagonist thought it was a scam and refused, but he regretted it afterwards. Two thousand yuan was enough for his family to live a rich life for a year.

Su Chen sighed, everything was ruined by money.

He turned his head to look at the unconscious middle-aged man, hesitating whether to wake him up to see if he could change these pages to save this masterpiece, when he heard Wang Haitao exclaim.

"Oh my god, there's paper underneath."

Su Chen looked over in confusion. Wang Haitao had already been lying under the bed at some point, dragging out a stack of manuscripts.

“First rejection: The writing is a bit superficial, looking forward to the revised version.”

“Second rejection: weak story.”

"Third rejection: The subject matter doesn't fit the mainstream."

……

The reason for the manuscript's rejection is clearly recorded at the top, and underneath are piles of revised manuscripts.

Wang Haitao had already opened it and took out one of the stacks and started looking through it.

"This character is quite pretty, how come it ended up being written as 狗爬?"

Su Chen didn't say anything.

He squatted down and looked at the manuscripts scattered under the bed, and was shocked again.

Try again and again, revise again and again, be hit again and again, and get up again and again.

Men of letters are not born with literary grace; it is honed through countless trials and tribulations.

Looking at the unconscious middle-aged man again, he felt a trace of admiration in his heart.

Unfortunately, poverty did not defeat him, as his first literary work was ruined by two thousand yuan from a passerby.

"Eh? This is well written. I think it's much better than Zhao Li's. Zhao Li's work was even published, so why was his rejected?"

Wang Haitao scratched his forehead, puzzled.

Chen Baolong had now recovered from his shame and fear. He approached curiously, took the manuscript and started reading it, his eyes shining.

After reading it, he sighed: "The editor must have thought that my uncle was not famous enough and didn't read it seriously."

He looked again at the fainted middle-aged man.

After moving here from Lianqing Town and being a neighbor for more than a year, he always thought that this uncle was a loner with serious personality problems.

It turned out that he was a writer and his writing was much better than mine.

Chen Baolong thought about it and felt ashamed, and he wanted to slap himself.

What stupid things did you do before?

I feel that my uncle is not worthy of that woman, and I still want to...

Su Chen ignored them and hooked his right index finger, and the woman transformed by the literary energy outside was dragged in.

Chen Baolong immediately lowered his head.

See no evil, see no evil!

Su Chen glanced at him and said, "You were influenced by the manuscript before and that's why you peeked. I don't blame you."

"...Ah?" Chen Baolong looked at him in surprise.

Su Chen pointed to the manuscript on the old table: "Look, he should be writing about the boy next door based on you."

Chen Baolong hurried over to read it, and finally burst into anger: "How can you write about me like this? It's too much. I am the first. I read every day. I..."

Soon he became discouraged again.

"Actually, my concentration isn't that good."

When he heard the noise coming from next door, his heart was filled with waves. Although he felt that it was wrong to climb through the window to peek at these things, he still couldn't resist the desire.

Su Chen looked at him and nodded secretly.

As expected of a top scholar, he reflected quickly.

"So, Master Su, what should we do with this woman?" Wang Haitao asked.

"She is a spirit transformed into a spirit of literature and also carries with her aura of evil. She cannot be kept."

Wang Haitao was stunned for a moment, then realized, "It really is a spirit. I was wondering if the aura looked like that of a human."

Finally, he stared in astonishment, pointed at the manuscript on the table, and then pointed at the woman.

"This, this, this..."

Seeing Su Chen nod, Wang Haitao took a deep breath and said, "I was wondering why his writing is better than Zhao Li's. He can even write with spirit. How can he not be better than Zhao Li? It's amazing, right?"

Chen Yongchang was confused throughout the whole process.

Now he asked cautiously, "We can't keep him here. Do we need to send him to the police station?"

Su Chen: "..."

After hesitating for a moment, he smiled and said, "Yes, I want to give it to you."

Taking all the manuscripts on the old table, Su Chen asked Wang Haitao to carry the unconscious middle-aged man, and he seduced the woman. Under Chen Yongchang's grateful gaze, he accepted the red envelope, and reminded Chen Baolong to study hard before getting in the car.

The car drove directly into the Municipal Bureau.

Su Chen asked Director Zhou to call Chang Yu.

Although Chang Yu still had long white hair when he reappeared, his face had a little color and he looked much more relaxed.

Seeing him, Chang Yu smiled and asked, "Friend Su Dao, what do you want to see me about?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze fell on the woman, his eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed.

"This is……"

His eyes fell on the pile of manuscripts on the table, and he suddenly realized: "Book spirit?"

Su Chen nodded: "Is this your first time seeing this too?"

"Of course, this thing is rare. Even my uncle has never seen it." Chang Yu was curious, "Where did you find it?"

Su Chen didn't need to explain, Wang Haitao started talking.

After he explained the whole process clearly, Chang Yu nodded slowly: "So... Fellow Daoist Su, do you think that although this book spirit carries evil spirits, it might be possible to save it?"

"Well, it's mainly because it's too rare. It would be a shame to destroy it directly." Su Chen explained, "Don't you have people doing research over there?"

"If we can get rid of the evil spirit, this manuscript will be a masterpiece," he pointed at the middle-aged man, "If we can get him to control his literary spirit, it would be even better."

Chang Yu smiled and said, "As expected, you are Brother Su Dao, who spent half of his merit to buy me three years of life."

Wang Haitao: “???!!!”