I'm not willing to give in!

So after half a month of silence, I reopened a new book and started writing again. I planned to resurrect the first work in another way, trying to make up for the regrets, trying to link it with a new framework, linking to the broken parts of the first work, and then continue writing.

Go on and write the story of the first work completely, so that the whole story has a beginning and an end.

As a result, I was too naive...

When the second work reached 1.5 million words, the book was blocked again. As for the reason for blocking the book, the official reason was that it was too scary and too bloody!?

I was speechless, lost my language, lost my hope, my sky completely collapsed, and my human logic was completely destroyed.

There are only tears left, only tears filled with reluctance in pain. Why is this happening? Why is it that other people write books smoothly but I am the only one who has gone through ups and downs and everything is not going well? Is it because I didn’t try hard enough to conceive the plot or did I commit a taboo in the subject I chose?

?If so, then why do many novel websites maintain supernatural horror columns?

I, I don’t understand, I really don’t understand, I can’t do anything but cry alone late at night.

I fell ill, suffered from chest tightness and asthma due to extreme confusion and excessive anger, and ended up being hospitalized for three days.

After I was discharged from the hospital, I continued to read with reluctance. Then, I was lucky enough to encounter the "net pattern rectification". For a time, countless supernatural works were blocked, and a large number of horror novels disappeared, and naturally my works were indispensable among them. Then, I

laughed.

Hehe, hehehe, hehehehe.

In that empty and desolate night, I laughed and cried, laughed and cried. From that moment on, I truly discovered that I was a person plagued by bad luck, a person who had been deliberately targeted many times by God.

You kid, if the above are just my personal guesses, then another thing I encountered that night completely confirmed the existence of 'her'.

I accidentally saw 'her' during that brief power outage. Yes, I saw it with my own eyes. At two o'clock in the morning, 'she' stayed with me, silently in a form that no one, including myself, could usually see.

Stay with me. I don't know how long that thing has been pestering me. I only know that 'she' wants me to die. She really wants me to die. 'She' doesn't have the ability to kill me directly, but 'she'

But it has the ability to reduce my luck, which indirectly causes me to have bad luck in everything. Whether it is my early real work or my current writing of online articles, many of my failures all come from 'her'. Yes, that thing followed me.

It has been with me for a long time, it has been with me from morning to night and all the time. It has caused my bad luck to linger, and the name of that thing is exactly...

Female locust!!!

I was entangled by an invisible long-haired female locust. I was really entangled. I could have sworn that I, the Arctic hunter, had seen 'her' with my own eyes. At two o'clock in the middle of the night, the power went out and then came back in a brief trance.

I accidentally saw 'her' through the computer screen. Then, I understood, I understood completely. It turns out that everything is destined and nothing can be changed. The moment I saw 'her', I had stopped fantasizing.

, interrupting the 'eventually'

The ridiculous self-consolation of "It will get better one day" turns out that I am the protagonist of the story, a poor character who is labeled as "tragedy" in reality. Of course I don't understand why God is targeting me like this, and I can't let women do it either.

The tiger is far away from me, so I can only give up the struggle and accept the reality. After accepting the reality, I vaguely feel that I am dying, my end is approaching, and I will most likely be tortured to death by fate, and I am destined to die at the hands of the female tiger.

,only……

Before I die, I still want to fulfill one wish, which is to allow me to finish writing this story, and this is also my last wish in this life.

Tortured by bad luck, I didn’t expect that the novel that others could finish smoothly became an impossible task for me. Finishing a novel successfully turned out to be even more difficult than climbing to the sky!

so……

Please, please have mercy on me, don’t play tricks on me anymore, I just want to finish this book completely, that’s all!!!

I promise you that as long as you are willing to give me a chance and allow me to make up for the regrets that have lasted for several years, as long as you allow me to finish writing this book smoothly, I will solve it myself without you having to do anything. When the work is completed,

That was the day my arctic hunter life ended!

At that time, I will jump off the 6th floor, and I will take the initiative to go to hell according to your wishes. The only requirement is that I can finish this novel that I have poured a lot of effort into.

This is my obsession, an obsession that goes deep into my bones. I just want to write a novel as I planned earlier, the longest escape novel with no supernatural powers in history. The wish is very small, nothing more, maybe in the future

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is nothing. As long as you are willing to code and conceive, the work will be completed over time. Unfortunately, such an easy thing is difficult for a person like me who is plagued by bad luck.

That night, facing the computer screen and looking at the long-haired woman lying on my back, I cried and begged her with tears in my eyes. I begged her to let me go for the time being and not to release the bad luck for the time being. The purpose was to allow me.

After finishing the novel, as for the female locust...

'She' didn't respond, didn't speak, she just looked at me through the computer screen for a long time without sound. After looking at each other for a long time, 'she' disappeared.

As the female locust disappeared, I opened the book again and continued to rewrite, and this work to make up for my regrets was also named "Secret Stories of Evil Spirits".

First of all, it can be confirmed that "Secret Records of Evil Spirits" is a refined rewritten version of the first work. The purpose is to allow the whole story to have a complete ending. The reason for the rewrite is that only one third of the full text of the first work was written.

The book was banned due to circumstances, and there are still millions of words of huge plots that have not yet been written. However, I always work from beginning to end, in order to make up for my personality.

It is a pity, and in order to make up for the regrets of old readers, this book is a refined rewritten version of the first work. The rewritten version has a certain degree of modification in the plot, and the content is greatly optimized. The first work was forced to be discontinued due to book closure.

I will continue to write after updating the chapters, and complete the last two-thirds of the plot that was not written due to book closure in this book, so that the whole story has a beginning and an end.

………

Time passed day by day, and the plot developed step by step. Finally, the plot entered the connecting part, and finally came to the place that left me with regrets throughout my life.

Staring at the night sky outside the window, I finished recalling the past, suddenly came back to my senses, and found that time had unknowingly entered midnight.

I left the window sill, returned to the bedroom, turned on the computer and logged in to the website. Next, I started coding, typing a line of titles on the blank coding interface, and typed out the latest volume that had been postponed for several years due to continuous book closures.

The title of a new volume that I was forced to discontinue:
Chapter completed!