The First Fanfic Writer in Miao Territory

- Qin Yan is a novelist with good looks and bad luck. He lives on a guaranteed income from a third-rate publishing house. The last book he wrote was removed from the shelves due to sensitive subject matter. After spending all his last royalties, Qin Yan finally couldn't even pay the subsistence allowance. The old landlady kicked him out with a broom. He calmly packed his luggage and ran to Xiangxi to become a high-quality human vagabond. There were frequent reports of ghosts and ghosts in the local area. The village chief of Shuangling Village held up a broken oil lamp to him in the middle of the night and muttered: There are many resentful ghosts on the back hill, and the statue of the tomb beast has been destroyed, which makes people panic. Qin Yan calmly said: "I will take care of the three meals a day and room and board. I will go to the tomb." In the secluded ruined temple on the back mountain, Qin Yan was immersed in writing a new book. The hanged ghost floated up to him and laughed sinisterly, and he slapped the ghost down on the ground: There was still a bubble sound when he laughed, and there was phlegm stuck in his throat? A starving ghost lay screaming at his window. He threw a hard steamed bun over and hit the ghost in the mouth: "Stop humming, eat and get out." The ghost who hated marrying threw herself on his lap, crying with two lines of blood and tears, wailing her resentment that she got into the wrong sedan chair and married the wrong man. He raised his eyebrows and said: I will write you a dream about a lesbian, which will make you happy, good-looking, and difficult to calm down. I will also get one of the jade bracelets on your wrists. When the article came out, Hate Married Ghost couldn't put it down and greatly appreciated it. He also gave him one of the gold earrings on the spot. Qin Yan's reputation as a writer gradually grew, and letters of invitation for manuscripts from all kinds of ghosts began to come from all directions. The anti-thief who launched a riot and was hacked to death with a knife: I want to read a novel in which I am the protagonist, conquer the east and west, and finally become the emperor of the ages. Qin Yan's face was expressionless: Long Aotian's upgraded Liushuang article starts at thirty for a thousand words, and it is eighty for a big one and forty for a small one. The Hua Ling Gui, who was removed from the erotic pictures, turned to Qin Yan's handsome face and said coquettishly: "I want to see that." Qin Yan: Which one? Erotica: That's the one. Qin Yan: ... That's another price. The accompanying brother said that he was making bad money, but he didn't take it seriously and casually emphasized that what he was selling was ideal coupons. Everyone who comes with money is an equal guest. The Buddha does not save sentient beings, but I use my pen to save ghosts. After a period of time in which the evil spirits became more ferocious and the evil spirits watched him count money, Qin Yan found that he had become the boss of Shuangling Mountain, the kind that was more powerful than the tomb beast statue. ​— When he first entered western Hunan, Qin Yan and his accompanying travelers were assigned to explore and open a road through the desolate forest at Zhenkou. The forest was full of ghosts, corpse puppets with bloody faces were showing their teeth and claws, and countless bloody corpses were guarding around the deepest circle, with a coffin lying in the middle. Then he opened the coffin board of Mu Yunshen under the frightened eyes of the travelers next to him. He directly reached out and roughly patted the boy's side face, which was so pale that it was almost transparent: "Don't pretend to be dead when you wake up." The young man slowly opened his eyes. After the two stared at each other for a while, the young man spoke inaudibly: "I met you a long time ago." Qin Yan's teeth clenched sorely. "I stopped writing such vulgar plots when I was eighteen." The only way to die is to fuck the violent mourning writer 0×The mute young puppet master Xiaotian 1 (not a real mute) [The copy was written in 2023 and published on 2024.12] Purpose: Promote traditional opera culture