Mysterious Resurrection: Beginning with the Bride's Curse

Extra: A Friend Arrives (Author's Chapter)

The new year is coming and the weather is getting colder.

As usual, I should still be huddled under the quilt now, and the hands that occasionally reach out will be quickly retracted, as if there is some savage beast outside the quilt, which will cause damage to my small hands that are not delicate.

Cold brings decadence and degradation.

In this weather, it would be sinful for me to step out of bed.

To keep my bed warm, I even refused my family’s calls for dinner.

How can eating be as fragrant as being in bed?

But alas, it is getting dark and the new day is coming to an end.

I think I can stay in bed for a while, at least dinner hasn't started yet.

But my luck has never been very good, just like Yu Zhile in my novel.

Although he has the best ending in the trilogy, his luck is the worst.

Although he looks happy, compared to Lin Qian and Yu Qian, he is sad.

He does not have his own life, his life is based on the existence of those two people.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little irritated, not with this character, but with the plot behind it.

So I was pulled out of bed by my arriving friend with annoyance.

It's cold, even with the air conditioner on.

The computer is air-cooled, so your feet will freeze while sitting.

But fortunately, my friend came not to play games with me, but to ask me some questions.

My friend is very interested in novels. In fact, he is not interested in novels, but in making money by writing novels.

Four to five thousand a month is indeed more comfortable than the death line.

I feel the same way, but judging from the hair that falls out in the shower, writing novels seems to give people a hairstyle like that of a programmer.

The thought of my head turning into the Mediterranean Sea, like that of my junior high school teacher, makes me feel terrible.

But my friend didn't care.

Her writing talent is pretty good, almost the same as when I first started getting into online writing.

Even better than me.

She wanted me to teach her.

What might be taught?

It's nothing more than asking her to read novels, read those novels with good grades, and see how they are written.

Then imitate, after all, I am also a prodigal, writing three novels, and the results are getting worse with each one.

I cannot be a teacher.

My friend still doesn't care. She is very open to these things, which makes me a little envious.

Friend: "Is your book about to be finished?"

Me: "How do you say that?"

Friend: "The protagonist of the [-]-word novel is invincible. Two-thirds of the plot of the original novel has passed. Are you not going to finish it?"

Me: "It's not that early. There are many more to come. Building the underworld requires a lot of copies. I write so fast. The main reason is that I have almost written these in the first two books, and I have just scratched the surface. It is very troublesome to be reviewed. It’s better to end it quickly and write my own plot, which is a private setting.”

Friend: "But your protagonist is so invincible, how can you still write like this?"

Me: "You don't understand this, just watch me do it."

My friend nodded. She believed me. After all, she had read the first two novels.

Friend: "I have a question. Is it inappropriate for you to play a normal heroine in Mysterious Recovery?"

"In the first two books, it's okay for you to use a ghost as the heroine. After all, this is in line with the taste of many readers."

"But... He Yin'er..."

Hearing this, I sighed, "So it's very troublesome. I'm hesitating whether He Yin'er should die, or even whether the protagonist should die too."

"After all, in this world of mysterious recovery, it is destined to be desperate. Even if Yang Jian becomes a god in the original work, he is still desperate, because in the future, Yang Jian will definitely lose control."

"Everyone dies, this is in line with the style of the mysterious resurrection."

My friend nodded, "That's true, but didn't you promise the readers that this time it would be a happy ending? What, are you going to change it? To disgust the readers again?" My friend's smile was a little weird, and she was probably disgusted by me too. .

It makes sense, the protagonists of both books lost and died when it was impossible to lose.

The first one was okay, I didn't say it clearly, but in the second one I directly said that Lin Qian lost, and even Coco and Bride Gu were wiped out of consciousness by the source.

I think I am the reader who finds one book disgusting and two others disgusting.

"So I am struggling with whether to write in line with the world view or to continue writing in accordance with this trend."

"Falling in love with He Yin'er is indeed Lao Guangqian's calculation, and it is also a calculation that the protagonist needs. However, the two of them can be together because of calculation, but mainly because they like each other."

"But it's wrong to engage in normal love in Mysterious Recovery."

Friend: "That's true, but I think it's pretty good. It's sweet, but a little bit unacceptable."

"By the way, why does your protagonist recover emotionally?"

"If you can ask this question, you must not be taking it seriously. Didn't I write it? Wu Jun's killing pattern is emotion. After the protagonist wakes up, his mood is the same as that of a normal person, but as long as his mood fluctuates a little, he will be attacked by Wu Jun. .”

"Go to the back and confront the king, use the king's supernatural power to stimulate the ghost bride and ghost lake to wake up, and then pull Wu Jun and the wishing ghost into a confrontation between the four ghosts. This way Yu Zhile will no longer be attacked by Wu Jun."

Friend: "You wrote it? Why didn't I see it?"

I sighed. Sometimes I really want to kick this idiot out.

"Look carefully for yourself."

My friend smiled, and she started to act mean. On an already cold day, she actually took off my life-saving fur slippers.

He also put his feet into my arms.

Damn, it's really cold.

After some rough and tumble, I straightened my hair and clothes and said without any curiosity, "Play your game, don't play with me, okay?"

"Don't worry, can you tell us a little bit about the source?"

Looking at my friend's expectant eyes, I refused righteously.

Are you kidding, is this a spoiler?

A little disappointed, my friend sat on my computer and started her fun and fun game journey.

I shook my head and secretly complained that I was not doing my job properly.

I shrank my whole body into the safety of the quilt again, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

This endless chat with my friend made me think a lot.

What should Yu Zhile do next?

Does He Yin'er have to write to death?

In fact, I know that at this point, many people already feel that it is coming to an end.

But I obviously still have a lot that I haven’t written yet.

The existence of He Yin'er seems to be a failure, which makes Yu Zhile, the character created by me, lose some of his settings.

But I can't help it, He Yin'er's existence, she is not weak.

When I thought of He Yin'er, I sighed, "I actually envy He Yin'er."

"What? What are you talking about?" My friend looked at me in astonishment, "Do you envy He Yin'er?"

I nodded, "Of course, you look at her boyfriend, then at me... and at you, you are still single."

"Do you have a fever? Come and check. If it's serious, I'll take you to the veterinarian." My friend squinted his eyes and looked at me with a smile.

The corners of my mouth twitched, "That's nonsense, just play your game."

"Don't freak out, or I won't be able to help but slap you." My friend specially told me when he turned back to join the game.

I was unable to refute, so I could only hide my head under the quilt.

In his mind, he began to think about the plot of the meeting and the problems between Yu Zhile and He Yin'er.

I know what the biggest highlights of this book are: the Ghost Bride and the Ghost Lake.

According to the original idea, I planned to make He Yin'er become the ghost lake and the ghost bride.

But as I write this, I feel a little cruel, and I can’t help but think to myself, is this really good?

I was very entangled and irritable. I looked at the ceiling with some confusion in my eyes. Who can tell me how to write this novel?

(End of this chapter)