Seeing the zombies gain armed color, Ren Tingting was completely convinced

After leaving the cemetery,

Zhou Yihang did not go home immediately, but went to a branch of the newspaper in Renjia Town.

The branch did not have much use.

It was just used to sell some newspapers and so on. Of course, if someone submitted an article here, they were also responsible for reviewing it.

However, although Renjia Town was not small, it was only a town after all, so it had never produced any great writers.

"Little fairy!"

""It is a great honor for us to have you here!"

As soon as he entered the house, the boss Zhang Zhongmin came over with a smile. Now that Zhou Yihang's reputation is as high as a dragon, he naturally wants to curry favor with him.

After all, in this world today, you never know when you will encounter strange things.

"You're welcome, boss!"

After sitting down, Zhou Yihang took out the 10,000-word manuscript of Grave Robbers' Chronicles from his arms and said with a smile,"Boss Zhang, I'm here for no reason. I wrote a novel and would like to ask you to take a look at it!""

What!

Little Immortal Zhou wrote a novel, are you kidding?

Zhang Zhongmin was a little confused.

But after thinking about it again, he understood that Zhou Yihang was not simple. He was using this excuse to collect protection fees!

This kind of thing is very common in big cities.

The underworld with a little power always brings things to various units to sell.

For example, the wine brewed by the winemaking technology left by our ancestors.

What about the hot sauce made by our own wife.

Anyway, as long as there is a reason, you have to spend money to buy those junks. If you don't buy it, it means you are not giving face.

There will be endless troubles.

"Well then!"

"Since he is so capable, I will just consider it as a loss to avoid disaster. If I really run into trouble in the future, I might really ask him for help!"

Thinking of this,

Zhang Zhongmin's expression did not change. He smiled and said,"I didn't expect the little god to have such great talent. Let me appreciate his masterpiece!"

He took the manuscript from Zhou Yihang's hand.

Zhang Zhongmin wanted to take a look at it, but the title immediately attracted him.

Grave Robbers' Chronicles!

Huh?

This name is quite novel. Zhang Zhongmin was a little interested.

He opened it and read a page. He was immediately attracted.

Zhou Yihang has lived two lives. Although Zhang Zhongmin tried his best to conceal it just now, he knew what he was thinking.

However, he was 100% confident in his work!

"Boss Zhang!"

"How is it?"

When Boss Zhang finished reading the 10,000 words and was still immersed in the weird story, Zhou Yihang took a sip of tea and said with a smile:

"good!"

"That’s great! If it’s published in the newspaper and serialized, our newspaper will definitely sell well!"

Zhang Zhongmin said excitedly. Zhou

Yihang laughed and said,"I told you, Taoist Simu is chasing me every day, asking me to write quickly. I thought he was the only Taoist who liked to read these curious books!"

Taoist Simu was also willing to read it!

Zhang Zhongmin was even more surprised, because he already had an idea in his mind, which was to use this to hype it up.

At this moment,

Zhou Yihang laughed and said,"Boss Zhang, you can promote it in the next issue of the newspaper. The title should be, A novel highly recommended by Taoist Simu, the Taoist of Maoshan!"

Zhang Zhongmin slapped his thigh and screamed in surprise

"Little fairy!"

"I am convinced. I, Old Zhang, am really convinced. I will do as you say. By the way, how much of this novel can you write in a day?"

Zhou Yihang smiled and said,"Don't worry, my thoughts have been very active recently. Ten thousand words a day is still possible!"

……

Zhang Zhongmin was very brave.

He agreed to pay 500 yuan for 10,000 words, and if the sales of the newspaper increased dramatically, he would give some commissions or something.

After the price was agreed,

Zhou Yihang left the newspaper branch.

It was already late, and Zhou Yihang bought some good wine and food, and staggered home.

After the good wine and food were eaten, it was already dark.

"Ghost girl, ghost girl, when will you come? You can't let me wait in vain today!"

Looking out the dark window, Zhou Yihang laughed and said to himself

……

Cemetery.

A white shadow suddenly floated over from a distance.

It was Dong Xiaoyu.

Recently, she found a place where Yin gathered, which was in a cave. For her as a female ghost, it was a perfect place.

Because.

There was no sunlight in the cave, and she could practice even during the day.

Just today.

Her cultivation level has improved a little.

However.

With each improvement in her cultivation level, she felt more resentful. She wished to chop the evil cultivator who made her a wandering ghost into pieces.

However. With each improvement in her cultivation level, she became less confident in herself.

Because.

As her cultivation level increased, she realized that she was a frog in the well, and that evil cultivator was too powerful.

She had the Yin gathering place to improve, but that evil cultivator directly devoured evil spirits to improve.

If this goes on, the gap between herself and that evil cultivator.

Will only get bigger and bigger.

And will never get smaller.

Thinking of this.

Dong Xiaoyu's tears slowly flowed down.

At this moment.

She suddenly felt a trace of magical breath rippling from her own cemetery.

"Huh?"

"Who burns incense for me? And this person's fate is so wonderful that three sticks of incense can eliminate the negative effects of my practice!"

Dong Xiaoyu fell in front of her own tombstone, and then she saw the burnt incense ashes and fruits.

Dong Xiaoyu's tears suddenly fell.

When she was alive, she was alone. Because she was beautiful, she suffered a lot.

Later, after her death, she became a lonely ghost, and no one ever came to see her.

Unexpectedly, someone came to see her today, and this person's fate was very wonderful.

Who is it!

Dong Xiaoyu suddenly became excited.

At this moment, she found a piece of cloth on the small branch next to the tombstone that seemed to be pulled down by the branch.

Pulling off the cloth strip,

Dong Xiaoyu blushed, put the cloth strip to her nose, and after smelling it gently, she felt dizzy.

What a strong man's breath!

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