There is a certain gap between theory and reality. He has always acknowledged the existence of such errors. For example now:
The ghost froze in place, only making sporadic whining sounds. The zombies all turned their heads, stuck out their tongues between their collarbones, and stared at him with dull eyes. Flesh muscles quivered. The long hair stands on end. The skeleton frame came closer, making the rattling sound of their collision particularly clear——
In other words, all the undead were panicked.
Theoretically, they can never do this. What is happening now severely refutes page 246 of Volume 3 of the Book of the Dead. That said, what's happening now reveals a great fact: He's definitely not in a book right now. At least not in the "Book of the Dead". There is absolutely no "author" with trembling hands and unclear mind who is watching him eagerly, waiting for him to be careless or to relax, and then violently arrange his life and death...
And here’s the not-so-great fact: He didn’t deserve such reckless behavior. Two half-clerks ran after him, but it was too late.
Fortunately, it was too late. “Not bad” means bad. Bad means good. As he watched, some of the undead stared so hard that their remaining eyes dropped straight down. Some glanced at him from the corner of their eyes and whispered to each other. Some were stunned for a while and then suddenly realized, and hurriedly remembered to do the only right thing: Going to report to several shadow generals, he suddenly remembered something completely unrelated - if he were to write those casual works that Willy Xiao is good at, he would write like this in this paragraph.
He thought it would be better to put it this way. That is, worse. To him bad is good and good is bad. Willie Shaw would have screamed or shuddered and fainted in protest—a profound humiliation of connecting adverbs and adjectives alike, a complete nihilization of linguistics that, admit it or not, as a person This is what the quill is most afraid of. Perhaps this was one of the reasons why he gradually came up with this idea when he began to revise that terrible biography.
It was when he saw some of the "experiences" that Willy Shaw had left in the corner -
(In order to make the explanation clearer and simpler; in order to make the explanation more convenient, the reasoning process is omitted; in order to avoid misunderstandings, we adopt a more time-tested description method; these details are originally irrelevant; in order to make the motivation more reasonable, the story more compact, and the logic more Straightforward...)
(In particular, don’t let people get confused about what “good” and “bad” mean. Don’t let people get confused about what “life” and “death” mean. Don’t create chaos, don’t bring confusion. Establish standards for both sides of the struggle and like Treat the holiday as strictly as you treat the number of holidays. Describe the plot as exaggeratedly as the hoped-for holiday, use techniques one after another like holiday jelly, use adjectives as imaginatively as the night before the holiday, and treat connecting adverbs even more. Just like the few joyful hours left before starting work, be more careful, more cautious, more cautious...)
(Because if not, there will be the serious consequences mentioned above.)
So why not? Yi Cha thought. That's what a demon does. It's not even about what the devil is supposed to do - all of Willy Shaw's works are leisure works, causing chaos and confusion is its job, especially this unique piece describing him. This gives him some kind of power, demonic power. And no matter how good an angel is, he will turn bad when encountering power. No matter how bad the devil is, he will become good when encountering power. As he told them repeatedly, bad is good. Good is bad.
Fortunately, Willy Shaw still exists in this world. He could still snap out of his fainting spell and correct his horrific behavior.
(And of course, "good" means "bad" - the Fifth Mathematical Olympiad Academy. From the name, it sounds like a bad institution that can become bigger and stronger and last for a long time. How many minds can Willy Shaw waste there and how many things can be destroyed? Will... But fortunately, there is also Yi Metz and Dosmas. He probably knows what they will do.)
(And okay of course means...)
"Ichaint Sinkardstu." The shadow general stood in front of him, frowning with his hands on his hips. This posture is also absolutely not supported by the data from his time (those data have not changed, they have just been eradicated). It really made him miss Duma a little bit. What a standard, correct shadow creature he is.
The best era has indeed passed.
(And good means bad. And bad, of course, means praise. Hey. I want to start from me and put an end to this infinite loop of narratives from now on, no matter what problems it will lead to - Willy Shaw )
"It's me." Yi Cha said.
"Okay. Hello. Consumer," the Shadow General said. He still frowned with his hands on his hips. Coupled with his tone, it was difficult to tell whether he was extremely arrogant or just extremely simple and sincere. "I'm taking you away now."
"He is the Demon Duke." Two and a half clerks corrected seriously. "He won't think of any other name as good. And he thinks good is bad. And bad is of course..."
"It's okay." Yi Cha motioned them to stop. Consumer is a special name given to the living by the undead. This explains the camp that the shadow general is in - and can even partially directly explain what will happen to him next. This is consistent with the content in the Book of the Dead. He looked at the shadow general - the shadow soldiers led by the shadow general were in shadow escape, and the shadows were blurred in a large area. It was too easy to kill him in a friendly and polite way. But it's obviously not time for them to take action yet.
"Is that a problem?" he asked.
"You want it to be a problem?"
"I wish I could choose to go. Either stay here or leave. If I wish that, I wish that," Icha said.
The shadow general put his hands on his hips, frowned, and stared with his lightless eyes. "I don't understand." He said directly. Wave your other hand. "Come with us."
A great fact is that the previous estimates of the two and a half clerks were quite accurate: they did indeed meet the other two shadow generals. After deducting the deviation caused by the accidents that occurred on their own initiative, the events and processes were almost the same as predicted. It proves that they really know this place quite well. And this will undoubtedly give them an advantage.
A not-so-awesome fact: the other two generals, like the first shadow general, had their brows akimbo and asked questions that weren't questions. In the end, even the ending is very similar: call them to move together. And the three times the shadow soldiers can not only kill him in a friendly and polite manner. There is so much they can do.
The process is similar. As a result, one undead army passed by one after another. After one good and bad fact after another, he saw Shenchang·Ling.
"Hello."
The fat undead greeted him. It's hard to tell whether he is extremely arrogant or just extremely simple and sincere. "How are you, Consumer?"
"I'm fine," Icha said. “What’s good is what’s bad.”
