Who moved my novel?

"Remember, there is one thing that only you can do, because you are the author!" The boy said seriously in front of Xue Mo.

"Because... I am... the author?" Xue Mo looked at the boy in front of him blankly.

"Yes, because you are the author." The boy nodded without thinking: "This is something he can't change, and it's your only chance to overpower him."

"But..." Xue Mo still hesitated.

"There is no but." The boy shook his head: "Believe me, you can do it, and even if you can't do it, the situation can't be worse than it is now, right?"

The boy smiled, a very confident smile, a smile that seemed to give people strength.

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"Where do you children come from?" The man in black uniform frowned and looked at the six children in front of him: "What are you doing here if you don't go home in the middle of the night!"

Normally, the children who come here in the middle of the night are basically street children, the kind who are truly homeless. The tombkeeper has indeed seen a few and taken a few in for a while, but these few in front of him Children are obviously not. You can tell just by looking at their clothes. These little guys are the darlings of the family and the treasures of their parents.

"Uncle! Will-o'-the-wisp!" When the children saw a living person, they seemed to have found a savior. They immediately jumped on the tombkeeper: "Uncle, help! There is a ghost!"

"Where are the ghosts?" The gravekeeper looked around calmly and pointed at a few floating will-o'-the-wisps in the distance: "That's what you're talking about, right?"

"Yes, yes!" The youngest child clutched the tombkeeper's waistband tightly, as if he was trying to hang himself up: "There are will-o'-the-wisps! The ghosts are coming to eat us!"

"Hahaha!" The gravekeeper laughed loudly: "What a will-o'-the-wisp? It's a phosphorus fire. It's a natural phenomenon and has nothing to do with ghosts!"

"Phosphorus fire?" Several children raised their heads and looked at the tombkeeper in confusion.

Although they still didn't understand what was going on, the tombkeeper's indifferent attitude really made them less afraid.

"Yes, phosphorus fire." The gravekeeper nodded: "It is produced by burning a substance containing phosphorus. That kind of thing is very light, so it floats in the air."

After all, the tombkeeper did not study chemistry, so he could only give a rough idea, but this was enough for a few children. After all, at their age, if they talked too much, they would be more confused.

"So, that means it's not a ghost?" The oldest boy reacted the fastest. Although he didn't know what the so-called phosphorus fire was, he understood that it was not a ghost.

"Of course not." The gravekeeper smiled and shook his head: "How can there be any ghosts in this world? They are all tricks to deceive children."

"No!" The youngest child disagreed with his statement: "Uncle, there are ghosts in this world, and ghosts will appear tonight! This is what the half-immortal uncle said!"

"Hahaha." The gravekeeper laughed even louder when he heard this: "What a half-immortal, he just knows how to bluff people, what? You didn't get deceived by him with lollipops, did you? Huh? Hahaha Ha ha!"

"Of course not!" The frightened girl on the side said quickly: "I...of course I don't believe what he said is true, so I came to expose his lies!"

"Then you came to my cemetery in the middle of the night?" The gravekeeper smiled and shook his head, already roughly understanding what happened.

It was nothing more than a charlatan who deceived these children that there were ghosts and monsters here, and then a few children came over in the middle of the night out of curiosity, probably hiding it from their parents.

It sounds like it's not a big deal, but this charlatan really went a bit too far. What if such a young child accidentally gets lost or goes out in the middle of the night and is in danger!

"Shall I take you down the mountain?" Seeing that the children did not answer, the gravekeeper asked again: "Do you know your family's phone number? I will make the call for you."

The cemetery is built halfway up the mountain. The tombkeepers can send them down, but it is impossible to send them home one by one.

"No, no, no." The oldest boy shook his head like a rattle: "Don't call my home. I can go back by myself! Besides, I still want to see it."

"What are you looking at?" The gravekeeper smiled and patted the boy's little head: "Have I told you, and you still don't believe me? Or are you afraid that your father will go back and spank you?"

"I'm not afraid!" The boy said stubbornly: "I just want to take a look. Maybe there are real ghosts. Then I can become a hero who saves the world!"

"Okay, okay, okay." The tombkeeper knew that such a big child always has a stubborn streak, and if he doesn't let him see it, he might come again one day, and it will be more dangerous if he is not around by then: "Tell me, you want to see What?"

According to the tombkeeper's opinion, these children should not be able to tell the reason. When the time comes, he will take them to the tomb for a walk and then send them away, which can be regarded as a good thing.

But unexpectedly, several children said in unison: "Look at the brightest tomb!"

"The brightest one?" The tombkeeper was a little surprised. He didn't expect that several children actually had such clear goals.

"Yes, the brightest one." Several children nodded again.

"Okay, look at which tomb is the brightest. I think it's about the same." The tombkeeper said, turning to look inside the cemetery.

According to his idea, if these children can't find the brightest one, they will just choose one at random. It doesn't matter if he takes them to see it when the time comes.

But when he turned around, he was startled.

Among the many tombs, there was one tomb that was flickering with light.

That’s right! It was flickering with light! It was definitely not phosphorescence, because the light was actually red!