Weird: Devouring Evolution: Supernatural Resurrection

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Chapter 11 Quagmire Chen Yuan didn't know how long he had been walking. The sky is still gray, unchanged. The ruins gradually thinned out, replaced by low shrubs and blackened grass. The ground under your feet is getting softer and softer, and it sinks when you step on it, making a gurgling sound. There is an extra smell in the air. It's not the fishy and sweet smell underground, it's something else – it's rotten, it's smelly, it's the stuffy smell of something rotting in water for many years. He stopped and looked forward. A quagmire. There are green foam floating on the gray-black water, one after another, like stagnant water that has been accumulated for too long. There are twisted dead trees growing by the water, with bare branches, like hands reaching toward the sky. There is mist in the distance, gray-white, floating slowly against the water. He took a few steps forward and stepped on something hard under his feet. Look down. It's a piece of bone. Thick and curved, like the ribs of some large animal, half buried in the mud. The exposed part is covered with black and green moss. There are dense teeth marks on the bones - very deep. It's like being chewed by something over and over again for many years. He walked around the bone and continued walking. After walking for more than ten steps, he stopped. There is a "tower" in front. It is not a man-made tower. It was piled up with bones and various debris. Huge animal skull. One with curved horns, one with fangs, and something he couldn't tell. Ribs, leg bones, vertebrae... Mixed with blackened shell fragments - like the carapace of some giant insect. There are also rags, rotten iron, and soaked wood. They were piled into a cone, as tall as a person, crooked, like some ancient and barbaric mark. There is a curved animal horn stuck on the top of the tower. There was something hanging from the corner—dry, huddled up and unrecognizable. But it looks like some kind of cub, with its limbs curled up and its mouth open, revealing a few tiny teeth. Chen Yuan stared at that thing for a few seconds. Then he heard a voice. Click. Click. Click. Like something chewing. He followed the sound and looked over. A dozen meters away, on a slightly dry ground, squatted a mire crab. It's huge. Much larger than normal crabs, the shell is dark brown and covered with knots, like old tree bark. Two eyes protrude. Crimson, crimson, spinning around. The pliers were about half a person's height, and the edges were covered with serrations, and the gaps between the serrations were stuffed with black bits of rot. It seems to be chewing something in its mouth. Just chirp. It held up a paw. The claws of some animal, a bent arm. Thick, with long black hair and pointed nails. Still twitching - the nerves are not dead yet. Curl up and curl up. It put the claw into its mouth... Click and bit off a section. Click, and bite off another section. Juice flowed from the corners of its mouth and dripped into the mud. Black and red, sticky. That claw is still moving. The only part left. One pump after another. Chen Yuan... Took a step back. That crab? Raised his head and looked at him. He rolled his eyes twice. Then it put the remaining paw into its mouth and clicked. Swallow it. A big lump bulged up in his throat and slowly slid down. It stood up. Walk towards him. It's not a rush. Yes go. Slowly, step by step, like taking a walk. But every time it took a step, the ground shook. Mud water splashed from its feet. Behind it, the muddy water began to bubble. One by one, the small one, the big one, the bigger one, crawls out. Chen Yuan turned around and ran away. The mud is too soft and I can't run fast. He sank down with every step he took, and his feet pulled out and brought up a large amount of mud and water. The foot that had lost its shoe stepped on something sharp. It hurt so much that he took a breath, but he didn't dare to stop. The crabs behind me were chasing very fast. The little ones ran at the front, their eight legs rowing very fast, their pliers clicking like they were grinding their teeth. The big ones are slower, but each step takes a long way, and the muddy water is stirred by them. He ran. Run as fast as you can. Run past the tower of bones. I ran past a huge animal corpse - only half of it was left, and the other half was unknown to where it went. The object was dragged in the mud and was chewed into a mess by something. Several small crabs were lying on it and biting it. When I saw him running by, I raised my head and took a look, then lowered my head and continued to chew. A small crab has already chased three meters behind him. He heard its gasping sound - hissing, like something leaking air. He didn't dare to look back and just ran. There is a dead tree in front. It lay crookedly on the water, and its trunk was so thick that two people could not hold it. Two meters. The little crab chased one meter behind him. He jumped up, grabbed the trunk, and climbed up. As soon as his feet left the ground, the little crab's pincers scraped against his soles and cut off a small piece of soles with a click. He climbed up. Climb to the middle of the tree trunk, squat, and catch your breath. He was panting like a bellows, his chest was rising and falling, and his throat was filled with the smell of blood. Blood was flowing down from the piece of flesh that had been cut off from the calf, dripping on the tree trunk. He looked down. There was already a circle under the tree. There are seven or eight, big and small. The smallest one was still jumping up, trying to reach his feet. The biggest one stood at the front, looking up at him. Still chewing something in his mouth - half of a tail, belonging to some kind of animal, the scales still reflecting light. It chewed and stared at him. That look is very strange. Not the gaze of a predator. It's something else - greed. It's the kind of greed that comes after you've been hungry for a long time and finally see something good. The way it looked at him was like a person looking at a pot of freshly cooked meat. Swallow it. Open your mouth and make a sound. It's not the sound a crab should have. It was something else, like something stuck in his throat, forced out - "Meat..." Chen Yuan was stunned. It said it again, more clearly - "Good... Meat..." The crabs under the tree became restless. The pliers clicked and the eyes turned suddenly, all staring at him. The smaller one jumped even more fiercely, almost reaching his feet several times. They think he is delicious. A rare delicacy. Chen Yuan tightened his grip on the tree trunk and stared at the things below. The palms of my hands were all sweaty and too slippery to hold. The wound on the calf was throbbing with pain and blood was still flowing. The biggest one climbed forward and tried to climb up the tree. The shell is too slippery to climb out of. It circled the tree several times, then stopped and shouted to the sky - not him. It's called something else. A response came from afar. Gua—— Chen Yuan raised his head. A group of tired crows flew from the sky. The darkness was overwhelming, covering the gray sky. They landed on nearby dead trees, on bone towers, and in muddy water. The red eyes were looking at him. The largest crow landed on the dead branch nearest to him. It opened its mouth, and those white things in its throat surged. It said - "Wait... For him... To fall... Down... And come..." The crabs began to dig the roots of the tree. They cut with pliers, bump with their shells, and arch their heads. The root of a dead tree is rotten, and it becomes loose as soon as it is dug up. The tree began to shake. Chen Yuan hugged the tree trunk tightly. The thorns on the wood dug into the palm of his hand, which hurt, but he did not dare to let go. Those crabs dig faster and faster. The biggest one stopped, looked up at him, and was chewing something again in its mouth—— It got another half-leg from somewhere, and stared at him while chewing, as if to say: It's almost time. The tree shook even more. Chen Yuan moved toward the treetops. The trunk of the tree became thinner and thinner, and the shaking became more and more severe. With each step, the tree sank a little lower. Beyond the treetops, there is another swamp. It is darker and smellier, with white foam floating on the water. Something was moving under the foam, arching and arching, but I couldn't see clearly. He glanced back. Those things are still waiting below. Crows circled in the sky, casting moving shadows. Crabs gathered under the tree, big and small, huddled together, their pincers raised to the sky, as if they were waiting for him to fall. The tree shook a little. Another click. Another click. Crack—— The tree trunk cracked. Before Chen Yuan could think about it, he jumped towards the treetop—— Poof—— The muddy water was up to his waist. Cold. Sticky. It's thicker than the previous piece, like falling into a pot of soup that's been sitting there for a few days. Those hair-like things immediately wrapped around his legs, his waist, and his neck. They burrow in, burrow into clothes, burrow into skin. He struggled. Swim forward. Every stroke required all the strength of his body. The hair was so tightly entangled, like countless hands pulling him down. The crabs behind me are already chasing after me. The biggest one swims the fastest. Like a ship, it split through the mud and water and rushed towards him. The pliers have been raised, clicking and cutting in mid-air. He swam hard. The muddy water poured into his mouth. It smelled fishy and disgusting, but he couldn't care less. My throat was full of mud and I couldn't cough it out or swallow it. There is something in front. A dark mass standing on the water. It is made of bones and debris - a huge nest. Like a bird's nest, but much larger, as tall as two people. The skeleton is the ribs of some giant creature, each one bent into an arc, each one thicker than a human thigh. The spaces between the ribs were filled with things collected from unknown sources - broken carapace, dried animal skins, tangled vines, and whitened driftwood. The top was covered with a thick layer of black stuff, which seemed to be a mixture of grease and mud. It formed into one piece and sealed the entire nest tightly. There is a hole at the bottom of the nest. It's not big, but one person can fit into it. Chen Yuan swam toward the cave. The crab behind him has already chased him one meter behind him. The pliers scraped against his feet and clicked - cutting off a small piece of flesh. It hurts. Excruciating pain. But he didn't dare to stop. He jumped forward, grabbed the edge of the hole, and pulled himself in. The hole is very narrow. He crawled inside. The crab behind him wanted to put its pincers in, but the hole was too small and got stuck. It was shearing like crazy outside... Click, click, click. The bones at the edge of the hole were cut into pieces, and the debris fell on his face. He continued to crawl inside. After climbing a few meters, the cave suddenly opened up. He fell in and lay on the ground, gasping for air. I gasped for a long time. Then he slowly got up and looked around. This is a circular space. Underfoot is compacted mud, mixed with fine bone residue and carapace fragments. The surrounding "wall" was made of various debris - the ribs of giant beasts, the leg bones of unknown creatures, huge skulls, and some other things he couldn't tell what they were. Some of those bones are straight, some are curved, and some have dry tendons still on them. There are things hanging on the wall. One by one, black and red, like dried bacon. He stared for a few seconds before he saw what it was. Dried meat. The dried meat of some kind of creature. Some even have scales, palm-sized scales that shimmer in the darkness. Some still have fur, dark brown, and long hair hanging down. Some have claws, curled up, with sharp nails. There is something squatting in the center of the space. Very small. Thin. Turn your back to him. It is eating. I can't see clearly what I'm eating. There is only the sound of chewing - chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, very slowly and carefully, like tasting something good. It heard the noise and stopped. Slowly turned his head. It's a face. The old one is full of wrinkles. The eyes were sunken into their sockets, with only two murky lights. The mouth was sunken and there were not many teeth left. It's an old lady. She looked at him, still chewing. Chen Yuan could see clearly what he was chewing - it was a piece of tail. Thin, small, some kind of cub. The scales are tender and tender, not hard yet, with pink flesh. She chewed... And stared at him. Then she grinned. There are only a few teeth left, black and yellow, sparse. "Young man," She said, her voice as hoarse as sandpaper grinding stone, "You look a little hungry." Chen Yuan stood there... Not moving... The hole behind him... The clicking sound was still ringing. Those crabs haven't left yet. The old lady in front of me is still chewing the tail. After chewing it, he swallowed it and licked his lips. She... Stood up. A very small one, rickety... Only reaching his chest. But when she stood up, the dried meats on the wall shook, as if they were afraid of her. She walked towards... Him. Walking very slowly. One step, one step. Stepping on those bones and debris made a creaking sound. Walking in front of him... She stopped and looked up at him. Those cloudy eyes swept around him. From face to hands, from hands to feet, and finally stopped for a second on his still bleeding calf. Then she looked away... And smiled again. "Are you hungry?" She said, "I have something to eat here." She pointed to... The dried meat on the wall. Chen Yuan... Said nothing. She doesn't care either. She turned around, walked back to where she was squatting, squatted down again, and picked up the other tail. Thin, small, and tender scales. She... Started chewing. …… …… ， Those crabs haven't left yet and are still wandering around outside. Chen Yuan stood there, looking at the old lady, at the dried meat on the wall, and at the wall made of the skulls of giant beasts. He doesn't know. Can I still go out? He only knows. He survived for the time being.

Chen Yuan didn't know how long he had been gone. The sky is still gray, unchanged. The ruins gradually thinned out, replaced by low shrubs and black grass. The ground under your feet is getting softer and softer, and it sinks when you step on it, making a gurgling sound. There is an extra smell in the air. It's not the fishy and sweet smell underground, it's something else – it's rotten, it's smelly, it's the stuffy smell of something rotting in water for many years. He stopped and looked forward. A quagmire. There are green foam floating on the gray-black water, one after another, like stagnant water that has been accumulated for too long. There are twisted dead trees growing by the water, with bare branches, like hands reaching toward the sky. There is mist in the distance, gray-white, floating slowly against the water. He took a few steps forward and stepped on something hard under his feet. Look down. It's a piece of bone. Thick and curved, like the ribs of some large animal, half buried in the mud. The exposed part is covered with black and green moss. There are dense teeth marks on the bones - very deep. It's like being chewed by something over and over again for many years. He walked around the bone and continued walking. After walking for more than ten steps, he stopped. There is a "tower" in front. It is not a man-made tower. It was piled up with bones and various debris. Huge animal skull. One with curved horns, one with fangs, and something he couldn't tell. Ribs, leg bones, vertebrae... Mixed with blackened shell fragments - like the carapace of some giant insect. There are also rags, rotten iron, and soaked wood. They were piled into a cone, as tall as a person, crooked, like some ancient and barbaric mark. There is a curved animal horn stuck on the top of the tower. There is something hanging on the corner - dry, curled up, and you can't see the original shape. But it looks like some kind of cub, with its limbs curled up and its mouth open, revealing a few tiny teeth. Chen Yuan stared at that thing for a few seconds. Then he heard a voice. Click. Click. Click. Like something chewing. He followed the sound and looked over. A dozen meters away, on a slightly dry ground, squatted a mire crab. It's huge. Much larger than normal crabs, the shell is dark brown and covered with knots, like old tree bark. Two eyes protrude. Crimson, crimson, spinning around. The pliers are about half a person's height, with serrated edges, and black bits of debris stuffed into the gaps between the serrations. It seems to be chewing something in its mouth. Just chirp. It held up a paw. The claws and curved arms of some kind of animal. Thick, with long black hair and pointed nails. Still twitching - the nerves are not dead yet. Curl up and curl up. It put the claw into its mouth... Click and bit off a section. Click, and bite off another section. Juice flowed from the corners of its mouth and dripped into the mud. Black and red, sticky. That claw is still moving. The only part left. One pump after another. Chen Yuan... Took a step back. That crab? Raised his head and looked at him. He rolled his eyes twice. Then it put the remaining paw into its mouth and clicked. Swallow it. A big lump bulged up in his throat and slowly slid down. It stood up. Walk towards him. It's not a rush. It's time to leave. Slowly, step by step, like taking a walk. But every time it took a step, the ground shook. Mud water splashed from its feet. Behind it, the muddy water began to bubble. One by one, the small one, the big one, and the bigger one, crawl out. Chen Yuan turned around and ran away. The mud is too soft and I can't run fast. Every step he took made him sink down, and his feet pulled out and brought up a large area of ​​muddy water. The foot that had lost its shoe stepped on something sharp. It hurt so much that he took a breath, but he didn't dare to stop. The crabs behind me were chasing very fast. The little ones ran at the front, their eight legs rowing very fast, their pliers clicking like they were grinding their teeth. The big ones are slower, but each step takes a long way, and the muddy water is stirred by them. He ran. Run as fast as you can. Run past the tower of bones. Running past a huge beast corpse—— Only half of it was left, and the other half was gone. The object was dragged in the mud and was chewed into a mess by something. Several small crabs were lying on it and biting it. When I saw him running by, I raised my head and took a look, then lowered my head and continued to chew. A small crab has already chased three meters behind him. He heard its gasping sound - hissing, like something leaking air. He didn't dare to look back, he just ran. There is a dead tree in front. It was crooked and lying across the water. The trunk was so thick that two people could not hold it. Two meters. The little crab chased one meter behind him. He jumped up, grabbed the trunk, and climbed up. As soon as his feet left the ground, the little crab's pincers scraped against his soles and cut off a small piece of soles with a click. He climbed up. Climbed to the middle of the tree trunk, squatted, and panted. He was panting like a bellows, his chest was rising and falling, and his throat was filled with the smell of blood. Blood was flowing down from the piece of flesh that had been cut off from the calf, dripping on the tree trunk. He looked down. There was already a circle under the tree. There are seven or eight, big and small. The smallest one is still jumping up, trying to reach his feet. The biggest one stood at the front, looking up at him. Still chewing something in his mouth - half of a tail, belonging to some kind of animal, the scales still reflecting light. It chewed and stared at him. That look is very strange. Not the gaze of a predator. It's something else - greed. It is the kind of greed that finally sees something good after being hungry for a long time. The way it looked at him was like a person looking at a pot of freshly cooked meat. Swallow it. Open your mouth and make a sound. It's not the sound a crab should have. It was something else, like something stuck in his throat, forced out—— "Meat..." Chen Yuan was stunned. It said it again, more clearly - "Good... Meat..." The crabs under the tree became restless. The pliers clicked and the eyes turned suddenly, staring at him. The smaller one jumped even more fiercely, almost reaching his feet several times. They think he is delicious. A rare delicacy. Chen Yuan tightened his grip on the tree trunk and stared at the things below. The palms of my hands were all sweaty and too slippery to hold. The wound on the calf was throbbing with pain and blood was still flowing. The biggest one climbed forward and tried to climb up the tree. The shell is too slippery to climb out of. It circled the tree several times, then stopped and shouted to the sky - not him. It's called something else. A response came from afar. Gua—— Chen Yuan raised his head. A group of tired crows flew from the sky. The darkness was overwhelming, covering the gray sky. They landed on nearby dead trees, on bone towers, and in muddy water. The red eyes were all looking at him. The largest crow landed on the dead branch nearest to him. It opened its mouth, and those white things in its throat surged. It said - "Wait... For him... To fall... Down... And come..." The crabs began to dig the roots of the tree. They cut with pliers, bump with their shells, and arch their heads. A dead tree is rotten at its roots and becomes loose as soon as it is dug up. The tree began to shake. Chen Yuan hugged the tree trunk tightly. The thorns on the wood dug into the palm of his hand, which hurt, but he did not dare to let go. Those crabs dig faster and faster. The biggest one stopped, looked up at him, and was chewing something again in its mouth—— It got another half-leg from somewhere, and stared at him while chewing, as if to say: It's almost time. The tree shook even more. Chen Yuan moved toward the treetops. The trunk of the tree became thinner and thinner, and the shaking became more and more severe. With every step, the tree sinks a little. Beyond the treetops, there is another swamp. It is darker and smellier, with white foam floating on the water. Something is moving under the bubble, arching and arching, but you can't see clearly. He glanced back. Those things are still waiting below. Crows circled in the sky, casting moving shadows. Crabs gathered under the tree, big and small, huddled together, their pincers raised to the sky, as if they were waiting for him to fall. The tree shook a little. Another click. Another click. Crack—— The tree trunk cracked. Before Chen Yuan could think about it, he jumped towards the treetop—— Poof—— The muddy water was up to his waist. Cold. Sticky. Thicker than the previous piece, like falling into a pot of thick soup that has been sitting for a few days. Those hair-like things immediately wrapped around his legs, his waist, and his neck. They burrow in, burrow into clothes, burrow into skin. He struggled. Swim forward. Every stroke required all the strength of his body. The hair was so tightly entangled, like countless hands pulling him down. The crabs behind me are already chasing after me. The biggest one swims the fastest. Like a ship, it split through the mud and water and rushed towards him. The pliers have been raised, clicking and cutting in mid-air. He swam hard. The muddy water poured into his mouth. It smelled fishy and disgusting, but he couldn't care less. My throat was full of mud and I couldn't cough it out or swallow it. There is something in front. A dark mass standing on the water. It is made of bones and debris - a huge nest. Like a bird's nest, but much bigger, as tall as two people. The skeleton is the ribs of some giant creature, each one bent into an arc, each one thicker than a human thigh. The spaces between the ribs were filled with things collected from unknown sources - broken carapace, dried animal skins, tangled vines, and whitened driftwood. The top was covered with a thick layer of black stuff, which seemed to be a mixture of grease and mud. It formed into one piece and sealed the entire nest tightly. There is a hole at the bottom of the nest. It's not big, but one person can fit into it. Chen Yuan swam toward the cave. The crab behind him has already chased him one meter behind him. The pliers scraped against his feet and clicked - cutting off a small piece of flesh. It hurts. Excruciating pain. But he didn't dare to stop. He jumped forward, grabbed the edge of the hole, and pulled himself in. The hole is very narrow. He crawled inside. The crab behind him wanted to put its pincers in, but the hole was too small and got stuck. It was shearing like crazy outside... Click, click, click. The bones at the edge of the hole were cut into pieces, and the debris fell on his face. He continued to crawl inside. After climbing a few meters, the cave suddenly opened up. He fell in and lay on the ground, gasping for air. I gasped for a long time. Then he slowly got up and looked around. This is a circular space. Underfoot is compacted mud, mixed with fine bone residue and carapace fragments. The surrounding "wall" was made of various debris - the ribs of giant beasts, the leg bones of unknown creatures, huge skulls, and some other things he couldn't tell what they were. Some of those bones are straight, some are curved, and some have dry tendons still on them. There are things hanging on the wall. One by one, black and red, like dried bacon. He stared at it for a few seconds before he saw what it was. Dried meat. The dried meat of some kind of creature. Some even have scales, palm-sized scales that shimmer in the darkness. Some still have fur, dark brown, and long hair hanging down. Some have claws, curled up, with sharp nails. There is something squatting in the center of the space. Very small. Thin. Turn your back to him. It is eating. I can't see clearly what I'm eating. There is only the sound of chewing - chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, very slowly and carefully, like tasting something good. It heard the noise and stopped. Slowly turned his head. It's a face. The old one is full of wrinkles. The eyes were sunken into their sockets, with only two murky lights. The mouth was sunken and there were not many teeth left. It's an old lady. She looked at him, still chewing. Chen Yuan could see clearly what he was chewing - it was a tail. Thin, small, some kind of cub. The scales are tender and tender, not hard yet, with pink flesh. She chewed... And stared at him. Then she grinned. There are only a few teeth left, black and yellow, sparse. "Young man," She said, her voice as hoarse as sandpaper grinding stone, "You look a little hungry." Chen Yuan stood there... Not moving... The hole behind him... The clicking sound was still ringing. Those crabs haven't left yet. The old lady in front of me is still chewing the tail. After chewing it, he swallowed it and licked his lips. She... Stood up. A very small one, rickety... Only reaching his chest. But when she stood up, the dried meats on the wall shook, as if they were afraid of her. She walked towards... Him. Walking very slowly. One step, one step. Stepping on those bones and debris made a creaking sound. Walking in front of him... She stopped and looked up at him. Those cloudy eyes swept around him. From face to hands, from hands to feet, and finally stopped for a second on his still bleeding calf. Then she looked away... And smiled again. "Are you hungry?" She said, "I have something to eat here." She pointed to... The dried meat on the wall. Chen Yuan... Said nothing. She doesn't care either. She turned around, walked back to where she was squatting, squatted down again, and picked up the other tail. Thin, small, and tender scales. She... Started chewing. …… …… ， Those crabs haven't left yet and are still wandering around outside. Chen Yuan stood there, looking at the old lady, at the dried meat on the wall, and at the wall made of the skulls of giant beasts. He doesn't know. Can I still go out? He only knows. He survived for the time being.

There are basically no manuscripts saved. If I write seriously, I will only be blocked. Now I don't know what to do, hehe.

Can't pass the review, hahaha, it seems that the review teacher was stunned, why dare you write like this, hehe, I can't control the scale. To be honest, I don't know how many versions of this chapter have been revised after it was published, but it still can't be published. I deleted 2000 from 8000, but still can't pass. So really You have to rewrite a whole chapter, hahahaha, if it can pass the review, it's fine. Don't keep a book. Be careful because the author thinks no one will read it, forgets that he has the book, and just follows the trend of writing about popular topics such as Trump. It's very boring. It's better to write stories adapted from these real files.

To be honest, I'm very dissatisfied. I don't feel anything when I look at it. My threshold has been raised very, very high, so I look at my articles as if they are garbage. I will keep pushing and rewriting until I think it can barely reach 60 points. In my eyes, my work will never reach 80 points. I will keep changing the outline just like Chen Yuan. He has died and lived again, lived and died again, looking for the only possibility to survive. Readers may not have discovered it, and I did not write it deliberately. He chose the wrong path, so he died directly. I changed it from beginning to end until you, Chen Yuan, realized how to do it. But I don't know why I had to wait until this time to react. Every time you die It will affect the progress of the outline, and Chen Yuan, you have no possibility of retaining your memory. Except for the subconscious behavioral habits and lustful character, which are engraved in your bones, you are not me, you are Chen Yuan. I don't like you, but I will always look at you. If you die, you will die. You didn't do well enough. Readers think the plot is not interesting enough. Your choice is not. Touch the plot, or in other words, if you are standing still, then only they will come to you. You like to escape, Chen Yuan, you and I have the same cowardice, but I don't know how to help you. Every time you die, the readers will not notice it. You have to become decisive and tense, and let the readers stay for you for one more second. You are looking for Xiaonian, but what is more important than Xiaonian is not sense of responsibility! It is you who must survive! If you die, you don't know what it means. If you die, it will be boring. Do you know? I don't need how strong you are, I need you to know yourself and help others while protecting yourself. I'm very tired. I have to work every day. Can you please review it yourself and sum up your experience? Chen Yuan, every time I change the outline for you, I become more and more disappointed with you. Why do you look so much like me, but you are not me. I have the patience to wait for you, but I hope this is not the reason for you to take your time. Also, have you thought about it, do you really want a woman? Are you sure!? Your lust is one thing, but responsibility is another thing, Chen Yuan! You can act bravely, and you can ignore death, but I hope that you will be responsible for your position during the period of time. Please hold on and ask someone to let me see your sense of responsibility. Otherwise, I won't mind torturing you and letting you Tragic things happen when you lose control and go crazy. And, you know, in that world, the scary thing is never death, but you being controlled. You don't want me to make any mistakes in principle to you, so you have to stay silent. When doing things, you might as well think more about what your purpose is? Really, really? Is it to find Xiao Nian? Really? Do you really think I'm stupid and easy to cheat? What are you coveting? Future power. Power often comes with a price you least want to bear. This price is invisible. Before gaining power, you have to do subtraction before you can do short-term addition. Chen Yuan, you want to live, but you are so greedy that you can't be greedy anymore. It's a pity that I don't control your destiny. I just quietly watch your every choice from the side, and quietly watch your death. , And then delete a chapter of your plot and the previous details. Because you failed, I will delete those memories of you. This is the price for your irresponsibility for your own life. You love to meddle in other people's business. You can boldly do what you like, but only if you can bear the backlash of the cost. I will keep wiping your butt, but you will lose more and more. You will always be confused and confused. You are getting stronger and stronger, but you are not. Happy, why, you can't figure it out, forever, because I am the same, you are with me, but it is a pity that you exchanged death for a little change in behavior and habits, while I look at every choice you make with extreme plot and my own depressed gaze, and I am also responsible for modifications, otherwise you will not appear in front of readers, because many times your experience is too unreasonable, cannot pass the review, and is pornographic, violent and bloody, and there are too many others There are too many to write. Like you, I have been subtracting. The premise is that after we have died many times, we gradually become numb and decisive, delete when we should, and leave when we should, without entanglement or hesitation, just like Gu, we gradually understand Fang Yuan, but you are not him after all, you are just Chen Yuan, an ordinary person who seeks to survive and avoid death.