Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse

Lighthouse Street.

All the taverns were surrounded by people.

There were also many bards on the streets, standing on wooden boxes, stone bricks, or simple stages, reading stories from newspapers aloud.

The whole street was crowded.

The island seemed to be shrouded in a literary atmosphere.

Those dignitaries who came to Jinyin for the first time.

Looking at the scene in front of them, they were indescribably surprised.

The whole island was like a festival, and everyone's emotions were mobilized.

It was just because the newspapers could not be distributed.

"I found out that the newspaper is issued by the island owner's mansion, every 7 days. In addition to publishing some information from various places, it is mainly a serialized detective story. I heard that the story is written by the island owner's personal experience and is very popular on the island." A servant said softly after inquiring about the information.

The brows of several dignitaries gathered together also frowned.

"You mean, this happens every 7 days?"

The attendant shook his head, "I heard that the first few issues were sold in 3 or 5 days."

Everyone looked at the crowd, their eyes widened a little.

"I know about the newspaper. Our caravan has sold it to the outside world, and the effect is average. I didn't expect it to be so popular on the island."

"Isn't it said that this is a pirate island? Why do you like to read this kind of reading material?"

"This island owner is really amazing. The island has changed so much."

"I heard that the first issue of the story can still be bought at the city hall. Let's go and see. I want to see what experience he has had before."

"Let's go together."

...

Island owner's mansion.

Wu Heng sat on the stone bench in the courtyard with a blueprint in his hand.

Across from him was an open crack and stone door.

Inside the stone door, pieces of accessories were created out of thin air, and then continued to form new accessories to form larger accessories.

Even if it was generated out of thin air, it was quite complicated.

If it weren't for the blueprint, page by page, I'm afraid I wouldn't know where it was.

"I hope it will succeed." Wu Heng said.

For the electromagnetic gun, I cancelled all the turrets and soldier caves I had built, and they no longer had the effect of being used for combat.

Now it is more like a large warehouse.

If it fails, or fails to achieve the expected effect, then I will have wasted so much energy and time.

While the parts were being assembled here, three ghosts flew back one after another.

"Uncle is assembling blocks, build a castle for me!" Xiao Xiao said on one side.

"Assembling weapons, modern high-tech!" Wu Heng patted the drawings in his hand, and then asked, "How is the effect this time?"

"It's similar to the previous one, the tavern is full of people." Xiao Xiao replied.

Beni also said, "Everyone is guessing the plot later!"

Wu Heng looked at Glenda, "Glenda, as an author, didn't you go to do some research?"

Glenda came back to her senses as if in a trance, "I did, and it's similar to the previous reaction. The beginning of the story has a limited number of words, and it's good to have a murder case later."

Wu Heng looked at her strangely, and nodded and said, "It's okay as long as the effect is good. You go and get busy. Recently, many people have come to the island, and there may be high-level people. Be careful when you go out to play."

"Okay." Xiao Xiao agreed, "Sister Beni, let's go to the movies."

Beni nodded and flew to the study.

Wu Heng looked at Glenda, "Glenda, what's wrong with you?"

Glenda hesitated, but still said, "When I went out, I saw a familiar back, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye. Maybe I talked about the past these two days and thought too much."

Yesterday, Wu Heng inquired about her husband in detail.

Whether it was to the outside world or to hint to herself, all this was in the past, and life is good now.

She can read books and write stories. Her husband rejects writing stories, but she is also very popular on the island.

Of course, the way she is welcomed may not be very positive.

However, after she brought it up again last night, she could no longer calm down. She could always imagine being dragged into the basement and watching the other party knock over the oil lamp.

The pungent smell of oil enveloped the entire basement, and then there was a fire that filled the room.

Her husband was blocking the stairs, watching her struggle for help, and watching her being engulfed by the fire little by little.

"Are you sure it's him?" Wu Heng asked with a frown.

Glenda thought seriously, "Maybe not, he doesn't have your skills, and he won't live long. Maybe it's just his back and figure."

Wu Heng said, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. When this exhibition is over, we will go find him."

"Actually... it doesn't matter whether we find him or not." Glenda said.

"There must be a result. Give yourself an explanation. Leave the rest to me." Wu Heng promised.

Glenda smiled, "Okay."

"Come, let me hug you!" Wu Heng opened his arms.

"If you are sick, ghosts will tease you."

Glenda flew down and embraced the void.

...

Association, at the door.

The old man in a straight noble costume slowly got off the carriage.

It was difficult to walk along this road.

From time to time, the road was congested, and the carriage had to squeeze through the crowd before it could move forward slowly.

I'm afraid it's not much faster than walking.

Looking around, he walked directly into the hall with his servants.

After asking the staff, he walked directly to the deputy deacon's study.

Knocked on the door and heard the response.

Smiling, he walked in directly.

Behind the desk, Deputy Deacon Skeeter was reading the newspaper in his hand. He frowned and glanced at the figure who came in. He raised his eyebrows, "Mr. Magnoro, I almost didn't recognize you."

The old 'Magnolo' showed a gentle smile and bowed, "Deputy Deacon Skeeter."

Skeeter put down the newspaper and immediately stood up and walked out, "Sit down, let's not be so polite."

Magnolo sat down straight, and Deputy Deacon Skeeter also sat opposite.

"Mr. Magnoro, are you here to participate in the exhibition?" Skeeter asked.

Magnolo nodded, "The owner of Wuheng Island is a young talent, and he is valued by the association. The Chamber of Commerce asked me to represent him to participate in the exhibition and also to get closer to him."

"Are you back from the island owner?" Skeeter asked.

"I haven't been there yet, I came here first."

Skeeter was stunned, "Magnolo is too polite!"

In theory, you should go to the island owner first, and visit friends after finishing the business.

Magnolo smiled and said, "I do want to visit the island owner, but I am not familiar with Wu Heng Island Owner. I want to ask the deputy deacon about his preferences, or send something to express my feelings."

Skeet also reacted and came to him to get information.

"Actually..., I haven't had much contact with Wu Heng Island Owner. Why don't I introduce you to the deacon, she is more familiar with him."

"This is too troublesome." Magnolo shook his head, "I just asked casually."

The body leaned forward, "I heard that Wu Heng Island Owner was a captain in Rentam City. Is this true?"