The Modern Age of the Mysterious

Sean discovers that the power given to him by the "City of Two Suns" has other effects.

Considering that he would submit a manuscript to "New Testament Horror Stories" in the future, he tried to conceive the manuscript of the Undercurrent Street trip in his mind.

When thinking about the draft, Sean found mottled shadows around the pen and paper in his mind...

The texture of those shadows is the same as the "Shadow of Fright" in the spiritual substance.

"The field that the Lord in Red once ruled involves horror experience and story dissemination.

"The divine power he possesses includes seven horror scripts that can interfere with reality and drive those who enter insane..."

"So the power of the 'City of Two Suns' has affected my writing ability, if I want to, can my ideas and words make people feel a deeper sense of horror?"

Sean tried it out and used his soul power to conceive the manuscript - the horror atmosphere between the lines is indeed very clear, but the process of conception is much more difficult than before.

Sean, who was already a little tired, temporarily stopped writing in his head and rested after taking a shower.

Remembering the echo of the last submission to "New Testament Horror Stories", Sean went out to the "Daily News" newspaper early in the morning.

After getting the reply letter from Edward, Sean entered the office next to him-although he was not a regular employee, Edward had acquiesced that the empty office next to him belonged to Sean.

In a good mood, Sean opened the envelope with a paper cutter, and was shocked to find that his manuscript had been returned. Along with the letter, there was a neatly written rejection letter:

"Dear Mr. Lure Vitch (Sean's pseudonym), I have received your manuscript "The Horror in Lewin Township". We regret to inform you that your work has not yet reached the draft standard..."

Xiao En felt a little cold in his heart. He read it line by line, and found that the editor-in-chief named "Ling Sifeng" had criticized his carefully written manuscripts to almost nothing.

"...You seem to be using the method of non-fiction literature, but unfortunately, you can't feel the atmosphere of terror at all in your writing..."

"...You may have mastered the first-hand information, but our magazine requires the story of the manuscript to be exciting while requiring authenticity. I don't think you have achieved this..."

"...Maybe you also need to learn how to write horror stories. Now it seems that you have a lot to learn. I suggest you start from the works of Mr. E. Poe. If you have time, you can also write "New" I bought it from the previous issue of "About Horror Stories", I suggest you read the works of Mr. Lovecraft that were published earlier, those works of art that can be called horror literature..."

After reading the rejection letter, Sean threw the envelope and letter on the table in a bit of frustration.

"I can't feel the terrifying atmosphere at all? The story isn't exciting at all? There's a lot to learn?!" Sean almost slapped the table. Anyway, his soul is stronger now than before, and this emotion was quickly dissipated.

He tapped his fingers on the table and thought to himself: "Editor-in-chief Ling Sifeng is right, I really don't understand how to write horror novels at all. I wrote this "Terrorist Incident in Lewin Town" as a press release.

"No wonder I received such a reply..."

Sean took a deep breath and remembered the new ability he had acquired: "If I knew nothing about horror literature before, then after having the ability of the gods who used to control fear, what horror novels will I write? To what extent?"

Sean was a little curious, he planned to rewrite "Lewin", and then also write "Undercurrent Street".

"Just finish it today!" Sean needs to perform the Moon Wheel Spiritual Cultivation Ceremony as soon as possible, he needs the manuscript fee, and he needs more manuscript fee!

Sean stood up and wanted to find something necessary for writing.

He, who had never made coffee in the newspaper office, walked around for a long time, and almost didn't use his psychic tentacles to search.

Editor-in-chief Edward saw the confused Sean and came out and asked, "What's the matter, Sean, what are you looking for?"

After learning that Sean wanted to drink some coffee, Edward blinked mysteriously: "I have a good one, it's as thick as the fountain of hell, I'll bring it to you soon..."

Sean sighed, "Thank God, then I'll start writing..."

The editors in the public office all looked at each other in confusion for a while: Edward, the "Devil Editor-in-Chief", wants to make coffee for others?

Everyone turned their attention to Sean's back, only to see the "special reporter" closed the door and shutters...

Xiao Ensong lived his fingers. Before he started typing, he inexplicably remembered Moonlight's posture before playing the piano.

Clap clap, clap clap... The fingers fell quickly, and the crisp typing sound sounded.

Since there was no reply from Ling Sifeng before, Sean was not in a hurry to conceive a new manuscript in his mind.

Now he is thinking and writing, because he needs to use the ability of "City of Two Suns" to let those terrifying shadows seep into the "paper surface" through the pen in his mind, which requires a lot of energy from Sean, Even need to use his spiritual power. The speed of writing is not as good as the previous manuscript, so Sean's typing speed is also within the normal range and will not cause confusion and panic to others.

"Shadow of Fear" penetrated into the pen in Sean's mind like ink, and wrote in an indescribable horror atmosphere. Sean's own plots and sentences made him feel a little hairy on his back. vertical feeling.

Because the plot and description in the story are too weird, he sometimes even has to stop typing, look around for a while, and calm down his heart as if he had woken up from a nightmare...

The editor sitting near Sean's office felt an inexplicable chill.

It was clear that it was broad daylight, but the room felt dark and oppressive, and there was an extremely uneasy feeling of fear. They had to stop the work in their hands, held up the water glasses with trembling fingers, and kept drinking water pressure...

"What... what's going on?"

At this time, Sean was writing a new version of "Lewin" and gradually entered the realm of ecstasy.

Unwitting Edward, holding a mug full of New Zealand coffee, twisted his hand and walked in: "Xiao..."

He saw Sean sitting with his back to the blinds, his body seemed to melt into the shadows.

From the fingertips, there was a horrific typing sound that sounded like a broken finger.

He felt that fear was like an invisible giant water snake swimming in the air, and instantly restrained his body and neck, making him unable to move...

"Uh!" Edward felt like he was about to stop breathing.

Sean heard Edward's voice and stopped typing: "Oh~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I was so devoted to writing that I didn't hear your voice."

The shadow suddenly subsided, and Edward was relieved, as if he had returned to the world from the deep sea: "I... what happened to me? Is it because the reviewers are too tired?"

The editor-in-chief put the slightly hot black mug with the words "only for VIPs" on Sean's hand: "I'm so sorry to interrupt you - try this, I'm sure your heart will be pounding at midnight. !"

"That's good, I just want to try the parts I have reinstalled on my body."

Edward was amused by Sean's joke.

Sean raised his eyebrows, took a mug and took a sip of the hot coffee. A strong bitter aroma filled his mouth and nose, "Well, it's really good. Beans from South Havre are deeply roasted."

Edward's stubby finger pointed to Sean, and the two men who loved coffee exchanged an inexplicable look. Edward left the office: "I must be too tired, because the room is a little dark, and I have hallucinations... ..." Edward stroked his chest and walked back to his office.

With the blessing of coffee, Sean began to devote himself to creating again...

……

For the first time, Sean finished a box of psychic smelling salts because of writing.

"Writing like this..." Sean looked at the empty coffee cup and smelling salt box at hand, recalling the wonderful taste of being pursued by fear while he was just chasing inspiration, "Writing like this is so exciting. "

He slumped back on the chair and stuffed the two manuscripts that seemed to be surrounded by terrifying shadows into the envelope.

"Ms. Ling Sifeng," Sean clapped the envelope with the drum in his hand and thought while writing the address of the magazine, "This time, I want to see how you would evaluate my manuscript..."