prehistoric calendar

"My name is Heng Gongzhang, and I am a writer..."

Snap!

Zhang Haohuan's face was livid and he punched the dove clan spiritual figure in the face. Then he was still angry after thinking about it, so he moved the stone he had just dug out and pressed it on the face of the person who claimed to be Zhang Heng.

, just like his previous state.

(Wutian didn’t know that he was about to be buried here because of a name from his previous life, and then this was the day of his death...)

The pigeon clan immediately wailed loudly: "I have forgotten what I was in my previous life. My name is Wutian now. Yes, my name is Wutian. I am now a spiritual leader of the pigeon clan!!!"

The stone that was about to be pressed down stopped slightly. At this time, Zhang Haohuan's friend pulled him. Zhang Haohuan hesitated for a while and put the stone down. Then he said to Wutian seriously: "What do I ask?

What are you going to answer? Don’t talk about those things that are available or not... Let me ask you, you said you were a human in your previous life, what was your occupation?"

Wutian immediately nodded honestly and said: "Author, writer, online novel writer, that's the one anyway. I write books on the Dianqi website. My pen name is yttthz. I am an extremely poor third-rate writer. I am unmarried, childless, and ten years old.

Eight years old..."

As Zhang Haohuan listened, the veins on his forehead popped out again, and he was about to move the stone again. Several friends around him quickly stopped him, and he howled in dissatisfaction: "You have buried this disaster, how could you?

Can't you see? He is one of the three thousand worlds. If we don't seal this scourge here, terrible things will happen!!!! Don't pull me, I said, don't pull me!!!

"

(Wutian's fate is about to be revealed. He has absolutely no idea that the man in front of him hates anything related to comedy. His answer that he thinks is humorous is actually about to end his fate...)

"I hate being funny!! The books I write are all about the most serious documentary subjects!! There is not a single funny word in my books!!" Wutian said loudly immediately.

The stone that was about to be pressed down slowly stopped again. Zhang Haohuan looked at him with an emotionless and critical look. Wutian immediately looked back at him like a good gentleman. The two of them looked at him like this.

After at least five or six seconds, Zhang Haohuan slowly put down the stone in his hand.

"Well, it's true that you haven't been infected by comedy yet, otherwise you would definitely do something funny if you looked at me for five or six seconds." Zhang Haohuan said seriously.

Wutian asked subconsciously: "What about?"

Zhang Haohuan's face began to darken again, but this time he did not lift a stone, but said seriously: "You don't want to know, really, forget what I just said, stay away from jokes, that's

The source of terror, the pinnacle of terror, terror itself..."

"That's so scary." Bei Mingkun said from behind: "Isn't it the same as those in those funny videos? For example, after two boxers looked at each other for a few seconds, one of them suddenly kissed the other..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Haohuan looked straight at Bei Mingkun. Seeing that Bei Mingkun suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, Zhang Haohuan said: "I advise you to spend one or two hours every day meditating and reading more.

For articles with serious themes, I personally recommend those in the Marxist-Leninist series to purify all the funny memories and thoughts in your mind, otherwise... I worry that one day you will embark on the path of funny degeneration.

No one can save you!"

Bei Mingkun muttered. Although he still didn't understand why Zhang Haohuan was so frightened by being funny, the word "degenerate" still had some deterrent effect, so he didn't dare to say anything more.

In fact, Wutian doesn't understand why the word "funny" is so irritating to Zhang Haohuan. He thinks that Zhang Haohuan is probably mentally ill? He is a book writer, and although he is a scumbag, the various information novels he has read are...

Quite a few, he knew that some abnormal mental illnesses would be afraid of certain weird things, such as black fear or bubble fear. It doesn't seem like a big problem to have another funny fear, right?

(Stupid Wutian didn’t know at all that the horror of comedy would sweep across everything. It was an era when even the eternal night was gloomy, and it was an era when even the ultimate cried. And as everyone who witnessed all this, they will remember the horror of comedy.

Horrible, even for a long time, comedy will become a taboo word, any funny behavior will be banned, and anyone who is funny will be directly burned on the fire. It was the dark year of comedy, that

This is a world that Wutian would never imagine...)

"What a fool!" Wutian couldn't help shouting.

When he said these words, he immediately saw signs that the stone that Zhang Haohuan had put down was being lifted up again. He quickly shouted: "I just heard you say depravity, so I was frightened. Really, I believe it."

Me, I have absolutely no connection with being funny!!!”

Zhang Haohuan slowly put down the stone. He stared at Wutian for a long time, and then asked: "Tell me about your situation. There is no need to talk about your past life. Just tell me how you became what you are now?"

Wutian immediately said: "I was typing...Anyway, I guess I died suddenly. As you all know, the lowest-level writers can't do anything. In order to make money, they can only spell numbers. You know, I only need to put it on the shelves."

If you work hard every time, I will get it every time. I dare say there is no one who is more diligent than me."

At this time, by some strange combination of circumstances, Chen Yang suddenly said something: "I'm afraid you don't have any income except perfect attendance, right? How much is the average order? Is it over one hundred?"

Wutian immediately blushed and said something about the writer...

"Stop, stop!!!"

Zhang Haohuan was watching and listening in a relaxed mood. Suddenly, he got excited and shouted loudly: "Stop it, this is a sign of comedy!! Everything can be done by Kong Yiji, this is a great horror. Sure enough...

…It seems like I should bury you here.”

Zhang Haohuan looked at Wutian with murderous intent in his eyes. When he was about to continue lifting the stone, the friends around him immediately stopped him. Qingshi said: "I'm still curious about his next story. Continue

Tell me, what happens next?"

Wutian swallowed his saliva and said: "Anyway, I was typing words that day, and when I was about to do the six updates of 20,000 words as usual, suddenly everything went dark. When I woke up again, I floated into the sky, and then landed on the ground with a bang.

, I was pressed under this ground, above

The surface is sand and the bottom is rocks. I can't move in here. But fortunately, I seem to be able to eat without drinking water. Although I am hungry and thirsty, I still stay alive for who knows how long. Although I have a premonition that I

It’s just getting weaker and weaker…”

Zhang Haohuan calmed down and asked, "How long have you been here?"

Wutian said helplessly: "I don't know, I often fall into deep sleep. It may be the body's instinct to retain energy, or it may be that my memory is merging with this body. In short, I often have no consciousness, until recently.

I haven’t woken up often in the past six months.”

Zhang Haohuan immediately asked: "What about the memory? How much memory have you inherited from this body?"

Wutian was stunned for a moment and said: "I have almost remembered everything. I know that this is the prehistoric continent, and I also know that I am the spirit of the pigeon clan. By the way, I know extraordinary, legendary, demigod, spirit, holy spirit and so on.

In my memory, I was super strong, but now I don’t know what happened, I can’t use any of my strength.”

At this time, Zhang Haohuan immediately asked again: "Then do you have the innate ability to awaken the pigeon family?"

Wutian immediately nodded his head and said: "Awakened, awakened, and I feel that my awakened talent is extremely strong. Compared with the talent I know in this body in my memory, it is at least hundreds of times stronger. This is

A big killer, believe me, I am much more useful than you think!!!"

Hearing this, Zhang Haohuan breathed a sigh of relief. He let go of the stone he had been holding and said, "Rescue him. The pigeon family is a vegetarian and has never eaten humans. This is one, and the other is that he is not from the Three Thousand Worlds."

First, it is just a tentacle that splits off the world, and it is no longer a world. If it continues, it will be a truly new life form, which is good."

As he spoke, Zhang Haohuan had already taken the lead and started moving the surrounding stones, and Wutian immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Just when he was about to ask what the tentacles of the world meant, he heard the narration again.

(Wutian survived this way, but he didn't know that this was the beginning of his great opportunity... Damn it...)

"Wait, wait a minute, what's so hateful!? It's hateful if I survive!?"

Wutian shouted to himself, but he didn't see Zhang Haohuan's eyes flashing with danger again. He was bending down to lift the stone...