Mysterious Resurgence: the Evil Ghost Comes to My Door in the Book I Wrote

[Mysterious recovery + weirdness + reverse penetration + imagination] I wrote a rules-based supernatural novel. Knocker, ghost, ghost, Yang Jian... Each one is written by me. Then the knocker really came. I'm not the first. All the authors who wrote rules-based supernatural novels before me are dead. I'm the only one still alive. How many ghosts are there in my outline? I have no idea. All I know is that the ghost I wrote cannot be killed, and the final ending is "the evil ghost resurrects and ends up in purgatory on earth." Someone told me: You can't stop updating. If it stops, all the ghosts will come out at the same time. You won't survive the first second. What about continuing to write? Keep writing and the ghosts will come one by one. Every time I write a chapter, I lose three months of memory. The previous author lasted 300 chapters. Then I forgot who I was. Became the ghost in his own painting. How long can I last? I have no idea. But I'll hold on. Use your pen, your life, and your remaining memory. Until the day I can't hold it any longer.