"The wound on the shoulder is gone, but I still don't have much feeling in my legs..."
Qianye looked at the computer screen.
The time showed it was nine o'clock in the evening.
It was the same time as when he first entered that world.
"Is this a dream..." Qianye leaned on the wheelchair behind him and silently looked at the strange novel that appeared on the computer.
The horror story about the train in the novel has ended. The difference from before is that the number of chapters in the novel has now reached eight chapters, and the plot is set in the morning sun shining on the workshop.
The written content is basically what happened to Chino and the others.
Now, if Qianye still thinks this is a dream, then his mind is too big.
At the computer desk.
The scarlet axe looked a little strange under the illumination of the incandescent lamp.
Qianye hesitated for a moment, then tentatively picked up the ax on the table. It was heavy and had a sense of weight.
The ax head has a brown wooden handle, which is not much different from a common ax head, except that there is a bright red color on the top from top to bottom, covering the entire ax head like a dense spider web.
"Isn't this Cai Yanan's thing? Why did it come out with it?"
Qianye took it in his hand and played with it. Apart from the unique shape, he didn't feel anything else.
Looking at the ax in his hand, Qianye's thoughts were drawn back to the blurry figure that appeared in front of him when he was about to leave that world.
There is a room.
Even though he couldn't see his face clearly, Qianye could still recognize his wife who had disappeared for more than half a year.
"How could she appear there..."
Qianye didn't understand why Yujian suddenly appeared in front of him, and then disappeared silently.
If it was speculation before, Qianye is now basically certain that Yujian, who disappeared, is probably living in that weird world.
"Let me save her someday, and let me wait for the day when I become the protagonist..."
A lot of complicated information was intertwined, making Qianye's thoughts a little confused. He put his hand on the keyboard in front of him and pulled down the latest updated content of the novel.
[This section of the story ends]
[The next story will be updated on Monday]
【thanks for your support】
At the back of the novel, there seems to be a passage from the author indicating when the novel will be updated next.
Qianye calculated that Monday was just five days away from now, and he didn't know if he would enter that weird world again by that time.
However, judging from Xie Chang's situation, entering that world should not be just once, and he must be mentally prepared.
Take stock of your situation this time.
Qianye opened his panel.
[Name: Qianye]
[Identity: Supporting role]
[Character: Shepherd]
[Item: Ax stained with self-abuse curse]
In addition to these, there is also a gray text.
[Not passively modified yet]
[You can actively modify the remaining number of words: 4]
After looking at these things for a while, Qianye felt an inexplicable feeling of déjà vu.
Can't tell.
This setting is like playing a game.
In addition to identity, there are also talents and abilities that can be upgraded, plus an item collection function.
The number of words he can modify now has increased, which should be a reward similar to a clearance mechanism.
From a certain perspective, this game is quite fun.
The only drawback is that he will die.
Qianye put down the ax in his hand and decided not to think about these things for now. The cause and effect of everything would probably have to wait until the novel is updated in five days before he can get more information.
To understand what kind of world that is...
This accident did not stop Qianye.
Skillfully write novels, save them, and upload them.
Then take your time and read those people who keep commenting in the comment section that his novel is terrible.
Life still goes on as usual, and he always has to work to make money for food.
…
Noon the next day.
On the lively Yingxin Street, the shops are filled with various Christmas discounts. Even if the weather cools down, there are still many elderly people singing and dancing in the square.
There is always no snowfall in Mingshi in winter.
There was only the cold wind that made people complain and keep pouring into their necks.
In a restaurant called Shi Hot Pot, a man wrapped the freshly boiled tripe in dipping sauce, then put the tripe in his mouth and chewed it, with a look of enjoyment on his face.
He closed his eyes, and the expression on his facial features felt inexplicably obscene.
"I said, can you stop being so ecstatic when you eat?"
Qianye looked at the appearance of the man opposite him and couldn't help but remind him.
"Oh! You don't understand this. Eating is often not just to fill your stomach. Enjoying the taste of delicious food blooming on the tip of your tongue is the highest state of eating."
The man's name is Park Yunjin. He is one of Qianye's few friends. He lived next door to Qianye's house when he was a child. In terms of time, the two of them have known each other since they were wearing crotchless pants.
He was on vacation today and wanted to come to Qianye to cook hot pot and chat with him.
He dragged Qianye to this hot pot restaurant. According to him, the hot pot in this restaurant has the purest taste. It doesn't use too many spices, and one small pot can make people linger.
"I can understand when you taste delicious food. I just remind you not to make your expression so dramatic. If you notice the person next to us, he can watch you eating and can't help but laugh."
Qianye took a bite of vegetables and nodded to Pu Yunjin expressionlessly.
Pu Yunjin looked to the side, and sure enough, the guest at the next table was trying hard to hold back his laughter, and his legs kept shaking.
"Don't care about other people's opinions. Those are the worldly people's prejudices against me." Park Yunjin obviously didn't care too much about this kind of thing, and continued to eat as usual.
Seeing that she couldn't control him, Qianye simply avoided the topic.
"How's your work lately?"
"Don't say it, it's really not going well." Pu Yunjin became very aggrieved when he heard about his work: "Maybe it's because social pressure is getting bigger and bigger, and young people who are going crazy now are really a lot of."
"In the past, when I first entered the industry, I might not receive a single patient for months. I don't know what happened this year. Within ten days and a half, there were people sent to the hospital. The key point is that many of them are young people. You Who can stand up to this?"
Park Yunjin is a doctor in a mental hospital. When he first entered the profession a few years ago, he lived a very leisurely life.
Ming City is not a big city, and there are two mental hospitals. This kind of disease is not common. Although one hospital stay lasts for several months, the number of patients is small and easy to take care of.
At that time, Park Yunjin would go to Qianye's house whenever he had time.
It's called helping Qianye cook, but in reality it's just to get takeout.
"Why, didn't you really like your job before?"
Chino joked.
Pu Yunjin simply gave up: "Stop talking, facing those patients now, I'm almost going crazy myself."
"You said that for a normal young man, if he has any mental problems, he will almost always suffer from some huge stimulus, be frustrated in his relationship, fail in the workplace, or worst case, his family will be ruined and he will not be able to afford anything."
"But recently, these patients all say that they have seen hell, and they say nonsense in my ears every day, which makes me scared when I go home from get off work..."
Qianye couldn't help but feel a little emotional when he heard this word.
Having just come out of that world, he would be a little sensitive to this kind of thing.
"Encountering a ghost?"
Qianye looked at Pu Yunjin in confusion.
"Yeah, it's always some weird things, and the more they talk about it, the more they get more and more enthusiastic. Mainly, they all talk about it as if it's true for a while, and it almost makes me autistic!"
The hot pot soup was bubbling, and Qianye turned down the heat a little to prevent the soup from drying out.
"Oh? Then what do they say?"
