Fork demon master in the eyes of monsters

Chapter 11
Since Chen Chuanwang came back, he has been busy.

How to deal with several hundred catties of catfish is a troublesome matter. Even if Chen Chuanwang chooses to bury it on the spot, he still needs to dig a big hole.

Half dead from exhaustion, he took out his mobile phone and called the second and fourth masters for fishing money. As for the second master's steel ball gunpowder, the fourth master had to buy it and know the exact price before he could give it.

If it was just a simple employment relationship, it would be enough for Chen Chuanwang to do this, but they are all elders in and out of the village, who can't look up and look down, so they can't just use money to pay.

Chen Chuanwang went to a local restaurant by the village to book a table, and then called his grandparents, second master's family and fourth master.

Old people like two things, one is cigarettes and the other is alcohol.

The three old people who were born and raised in the village naturally did the same. They lit up cigarettes as soon as they sat in, and talked about the world and the world with today's adventure as a "dish".

Chen Chuanwang arranged for grandma a place by the window for ventilation.

"Will you drink liquor or beer?"

"Liquor!"

The three old men got excited, they crossed their legs, and when they were excited, they kept patting the table.

Liquor and cold dishes were served first, and half a glass was poured for each of the three uncles. Chen Chuanwang looked at the second uncle's uncle.

Uncle waved his hand: "I won't drink, I have to ride back to the factory at night, it's not safe to drink."

"Then some orange juice."

Chen Chuanwang put down the wine bottle and picked up the orange juice.

Grandma was in poor health and couldn't drink cold water, so Chen Chuanwang poured her a cup of hot water.

It took one and a half hours to eat a meal, but in fact it only took half an hour to eat and eat, and the rest was all three old men talking there.

Chen Chuanwang sent grandma home first, then drove the family's chickens and ducks back to their cages, and poured packed meals into Xiaohei's iron basin.

Grandpa, he is not worried.

The earth restaurant is next to the village, and it takes only 3 minutes to go back and forth, so nothing can happen.

These elderly men knew well that they would not drink themselves so drunk that they could not tell the difference between south, east and north, like young people.

Simply wash up and go upstairs.

Chen Chuanwang did not lie down directly, but sat at the desk and turned on his computer.

Since the idea of ​​recording monsters appeared in his mind, his mind has been stimulating him to act all the time.

And now, he's ready.

He skillfully found the official website where he read novels, clicked on "registered author", and then logged in to register.

Chen Chuanwang is very skilled, but such behavior is normal.

As a fan of novels for ten years and an old bookworm, Chen Chuanwang has long had the idea of ​​writing novels, but he has never had the time to write them.

Thinking of a title of "Remembering the Demon", which he thought was great, Chen Chuanwang started writing directly.

The first monster he was going to write was not a water tiger or a Chuwu, but a half-demon giant catfish that died today.

The reason why he didn't write about water tiger and Chuwu was because he didn't understand them. Of course, he didn't understand giant catfish either.

But these two kinds of monsters are different from the half-demon giant catfish. The former possesses intelligence not weaker than that of humans and can think independently, while the latter is essentially just a fish.

Chen Chuanwang is not willing to label himself a speculative label, the stories of these monsters should be told by themselves.

Chen Chuanwang thinks it's nothing to add some weird settings to a fish.

At the beginning, he was in high spirits. After five hundred words, he was full of enthusiasm. When it reached eight hundred words, he began to look left and right, unable to calm down.

Writing a novel is not as simple as imagined. There is a general idea in the mind of the story, but when I actually write it, the story that feels wonderful to me always appears so flat.

"Forget it, forget it, I'm here today, anyway, it's just for fun, don't care."

Chen Chuanwang was sleepy, he swung his sore fingers, turned off the computer, took off his clothes, and got into bed.

This sleep, I feel like I have slept forever.

boom! ! !
Chen Chuanwang was awakened by the thunder.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked out of the window. Although there were bursts of thunder in the morning, it was sunny and sunny.

Chen Chuanwang felt that something was wrong with his ears.

It had been more than half an hour since he got up, and the thunder sounded almost every three or four minutes, making his consciousness more and more clear, and his whole body became extra energetic.

When grandpa saw Chen Chuanwang, he said: "Did you go to bed early last night? I feel refreshed."

morning?
Thinking back on the time I went to bed yesterday, it was indeed earlier than before, but it was only an hour earlier.

"Grandpa, is the outside under renovation somewhere?"

"Renovation?" Grandpa asked in surprise, "What is there to decorate in this dilapidated village?"

There are not many households in the village, and the daily life is basically muddling along. It is okay to simply dress up, and it is a waste of money to decorate.

"Isn't it decorated? Where did that sound come from?"

"What's the sound? Where's the sound from?"

Grandpa put down his work and looked at Chen Chuanwang: "Are you having a nightmare?"

"No."

Chen Chuanwang is extremely irritable now.

His current situation is very strange, his spirit is very good, and his thinking is also very clear, which makes the roaring and thundering sound more and more clear.

After going to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water, Chen Chuanwang looked at himself in the mirror.

Grandpa couldn't hear the thunder, but he could hear it.

Could this situation be related to monsters?
The first thing Chen Chuanwang suspected was monsters. After all, up to now, he was the only one who could see monsters. All the things he came into contact with these two days were related to monsters.

Of course, only monsters know about monsters.

This time, Chen Chuanwang didn't plan to go to Shuihu. He didn't want to go to the lake to offer incense during the day, and be regarded as a fool by the people who came and went.

Then the only choice is to find Chu Wu and ask about the situation.

Compared to the simple ritual of summoning the water tiger, finding Chuwu is much simpler.

For the past two days, my aunt obeyed Chen Chuanwang's words, and brought a bowl of rice to the lake every morning, and sprinkled it on the ground when she saw crows.

With such a long-term meal ticket, Chu Wu naturally would not miss it.

Sure enough, Chen Chuanwang walked along the lake, and soon saw his aunt and three Chuwu at her feet.

"Awang!"

Seeing her son's savior, the auntie waved happily: "Awang, I didn't have time to look at it yesterday, but I also heard that the big fish was caught."

"It was caught." Chen Chuanwang nodded: "In this way, in summer, the children can go into the water safely. Oh, by the way, there will be no sequelae for the two children, right?"

It's just two young children, things like drowning are likely to leave a psychological shadow.

"Sequelae... I can't tell if it's a sequela or not." The aunt sighed: "My second child hasn't talked much these days, and the child's father said he was scared."

Chen Chuanwang didn't know how to comfort him, so he said along the way: "It should be simply frightened. Recently, let the child not go to the water to avoid irritating him. It should be fine in a few days."

The two chatted for a while, and the aunt looked at the time: "Awang, it's almost time, I have to go to work, let's go first."

"Okay, okay."

Watching his aunt leave, Chen Chuanwang raised his head and waved to Chu Wu who was standing on the treetop.

"Awang~Awang~"

After listening to other people's voices calling Chen Chuanwang for a few days, Chuwu memorized the name "Awang".

It's just that the crow's cry is used to name people, which has a strange feeling.

Chen Chuanwang pointed to his ears: "Did you hear the thunder? I was woken up by the thunder today, but no one else could hear it."

"Thunder, thunder..."

Three crows were chirping and bobbing their heads from side to side.

"Do not you know?"

Chen Chuanwang was a little disappointed, Chuwu was condescending, and the only place they couldn't see was the bottom of the water.

It looks like I have to trouble Shuihu at night.

"I know, I know." A Chuwu suddenly nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "It's a stinging insect, a stinging insect."

"Awakening of Insects—a bug?"

Awakening of Insects, Chen Chuanwang knows, 24 solar terms, is the only festival named after the habits of insects.

It was the first time he had heard of sting insects.

Thinking of this, he turned on his phone and pulled out the calendar. It was March [-]th, which happened to be the day of Waking of Insects this year.

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