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Chapter 332 The Chosen Female Ghost Voice

Tang Wenyu said, "I just heard someone say it was scary, so I called you all over to watch it with me."

Lan Yunyu turned a page. The first few pages looked okay, but the corpse that she had dissected the day before reappeared in front of her the next day. This setting was a bit scary.

If someone cannot stand any horror elements, they might be scared, but for someone like her who has read countless novels, it is not a big deal.

She also often reads horror-themed novels by herself at night.

After reading the introduction, I found it a bit creepy, but not to the point where I was scared and didn't dare to watch it.

Lan Yunyu said: "The plot of this book is also very novel. Could it be that the minds of monsters are different from those of mortals? I have never seen these stories written by her before."

Wen Xiangyi thought to himself, it’s not that the brains of monsters and mortals are different, it’s that the brains of modern people and ancient people are different.

But there is a gap between Pai Gujing's brain and other modern authors. His imagination is indeed powerful, and the settings of each book are surprisingly novel.

Otherwise, it would not have been possible to carve out a path in the changing online literature environment of later generations.

Wen Xiangyi feels that Pork Ribs Essence will probably attract a large number of readers no matter where it is placed.

Even if some readers may criticize it because some values ​​conflict with a certain era, other people are absolutely not allowed to criticize it.

She just has this ability that makes people want to spoil her regardless of the consequences.

Of the 50,000 words updated in "Coroner", the first 30,000 words or so are all micro-horrors. It feels like a gradual progression.

It is somewhat similar to Li Wenshu's usual writing style. It all starts off normal, then tests the writing in the middle, and then gives a big blow to test the writing again the next second. If everything is acceptable, then the main course will begin.

But even if readers can't accept it, she will still go on stage.

The noble ladies present only chatted a few words at the beginning. As the plot unfolded, the tight rhythm made everyone watch with bated breath, fearing that if they said one more word they would miss a few words and then fail to keep up with the plot.

Gradually, no one spoke anymore and everyone just focused on reading the novel.

For a moment, the yard was quiet, with only the sounds of birds occasionally landing on branches.

Although it was not night, the sound of birds flapping their wings echoed the description of crows flapping their wings at midnight in the novel to create a horror atmosphere.

It is already autumn at this time. The afternoon sun is not hot, but feels warm on people.

But when it shines on everyone, it always feels like there's a little lack of warmth, and it can't warm up the coolness that's covering and spreading over their bodies.

Wen Xiangyi tucked her hands into her wide sleeves. Sweat was pouring down her back, and she couldn't tell whether it was cold sweat or hot sweat.

Why did it feel like there was a barrier set up around her, and it was as cold as winter in her area?

"Woooooooo..."

I don't know where, but a low cry came from. It was like someone was intentionally suppressing her voice, but the more she suppressed it, the weirder her cry became.

Wen Xiangyi's body stiffened, and the faces of all the noble ladies on the scene froze, and their hands were shaking as they turned the pages of the book.

Who, who is crying, don’t they know they are looking at the key point.

If this happened at night, I would be scared to death.

Even though it was broad daylight now, their condition wasn't much better.

The most important thing is that none of them dared to look up to find someone.

I just buried my head in the book, trying to force myself into the world of the book, and not to care about who in reality was making the cry of the female ghost.

But, whether it is reality or fiction, it is scary.

Immersing yourself in the story of the novel makes one's back chilled, and being pulled back to reality, the crying sounds are even more frightening.

Wen Xiangyi was about to collapse, and she bit her lips to prevent her scream from breaking the sky.

She looked behind her, saw the place that made her break out in a cold sweat, and then in reality, she didn't know who was still crying softly, endlessly.

It's as if he was deliberately dubbing the story.

It feels more immersive.

Tonic, who can save them? The man has been poisoned and made mute.

She really doesn't want this strong sense of immersion. Usually, she is immersed in the story because the author's writing is too contagious. Is this what she wants to be immersed in?

If you read Pai Gu Jing's novels to pursue this, then isn't that pure and unadulterated?

If Wen Xiangyi's legs hadn't been so weak that she couldn't even get up from the chair, she would have knelt on the ground and kowtowed to pray to Guanyin Bodhisattva for help.

However, the next second, a figure slipped off the chair within her sight.

"I beg you to stop crying, please, I'm really scared to death. If you want my life, just take it. I don't want it, I don't want it at all, please stop scaring me..."

Wen Xiangyi didn't expect that there was someone more cowardly than her.

But Lan Qing, who collapsed first, directly pulled everyone else out of the fear of being unable to escape, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief in an instant.

Lan Yunyu quickly pulled her third sister up from the ground and went to see who had been crying just now.

Qin Xianhao put down the hand that was covering his mouth, and his face was full of tear marks.

As mentioned before, she has a strong ability to empathize with others, and even a small knife wound can make her cry. So she started crying.

While others were so frightened that they dared not even breathe, she had already lived a life of abuse and fear.

Qin Xianhao didn't want to cry either, so she tried her best to suppress her tears, and even covered her mouth with her hands, which made her cry even more terrifying.

And because everyone was sitting in a circle, the sound was so vague that it was impossible to tell where it came from.

It always feels illusory, as if it is right next to my ear, and yet very far away.

The chosen female ghost.

Tang Wenyu's face turned pale with fear. "Don't come to my house to read the storybooks next time. I really can't read with you. If you come again next time, I will die."

"Luckily I'm not watching it with you today."

Although Tang Wenyu and Qin Xianhao's fathers did not have a good relationship, the two have always had a very good relationship and often visit each other's homes.

She hadn't originally planned to set up this scheme, she was just thinking about trying it out with Qin Xian.

She didn't dare to think about how scared she would be if she was really watching it in the room with Qin Xianhao.

Qin Xian apologized guiltily, wiped his tears with a handkerchief, and asked, "Have you all finished watching it?"

I had finished watching it a long time ago, but I was so overwhelmed by her crying that I couldn't even raise my head.

Qin Xianhao met everyone's hostile gazes and said awkwardly: "Oh, so little, when will there be a follow-up?"

When it came to the follow-up, everyone started to feel uncomfortable again.

Not only was I scared, but I was also stuck.

Wen Xiangyi looked at the last line on the last page, her face looking extremely ugly.

Li Wenshu was stuck just a second before revealing the murderer.

It's like the most common method used in TV dramas, where the person dies just before naming the murderer.

If this old-fashioned writer's block method were used in other novels or TV dramas, Wen Xiangyi would definitely complain about it and find it boring.

But in the case of Ribs Queen, she wants to kill people.