There has been a lot of turmoil recently over the rectification of online articles. The editor informed me that I had changed the title of the book. Now it can no longer be found on the website, and the book cannot be displayed normally.
Changing the title of the book is a little more troublesome. You need to sign a new name change agreement. From now on, "The Burial of Souls" will be officially renamed "The Lost City of Forbidden Ruins".
In fact, I was quite confused at first when I received the news. I didn’t know what to do for a while, so I would like to take this opportunity to tell you a little bit about the origin of my book.
In the beginning, it was actually just a dream.
At that time, the TV series "Sha Hai" just came out. Maybe I was too obsessed with watching the series. One night, I dreamed that I was in a weird village, with a weird shop owner and a strange underground factory... ....
Many people died in the dream, but I was trapped in a maze-like room and couldn't get out.
When I woke up the next day, my whole state was very strange. When I recalled my dream at night, I felt it was too bizarre, so I told my friends.
That group is a rice group. Someone inside said that it would be very interesting if it were written down.
So, I started this story.
At first, the book was called "The Blood Tree of the Lost Valley"
Yes, that’s right, it’s the book on my author’s homepage that I used to complain about how handsome the first chapter is and how the editor always loves women’s clothing. Haha, let me tell you secretly, in fact...hehehe!
Then, on a dark and windy night, I wrote the first chapter, which is the introduction at the beginning, a story.
In fact, this is my first time writing a book, and I don’t understand the segmentation, rhythm, and chaos at all. Writing a book is just an impulse of mine, purely out of interest.
In order to make it look more interesting, I also checked a lot of information, picked up a lot of historical documents and Feng Shui fantasy stuff, and even went to some deep mountains and forests myself. In order to experience the feeling of the underground, a person crawled into the cracks of the mountain and wandered in the wild graveyard at night. To be honest, it was quite scary...
I don't know if anyone has seen the original version. This version has been revised several times. It was first revised when it was over 50,000 words long. My friend said the beginning was too bad, so he rewrote it once, and then revised it again when it was 150,000 words long.
The most painful thing was that when I had more than 200,000 words, I had to overturn and rewrite everything, and I was about to collapse.
In the blink of an eye, it has already reached more than 400,000 words. I don’t know if any readers are reading it now, and I don’t know if anyone will like it. In fact, this book is quite bad. Many people said, "Why don't you keep this book for the New Year if it's like this?"
I have also thought about this problem. After going to and from get off work every day, I devoted all my free time to this book and stayed up all night every day. Sometimes I really want to give up, and this thought has occurred more than once or twice.
Every time I say that I will definitely stop writing tomorrow, and I will never update it in this life. I will just be a eunuch, but I can’t seem to do it.
People are lying on the bed, and they seem to be able to see them with their eyes closed. Some of them are cautious and confused when doing things.
Chen Tao, the clever and naughty monkey, the somewhat sultry Yang Lixuan, the temptress-like Ye Rong, the mean Liang Shaokai...
Every time I close my eyes, they stand in front of me one by one as if they are alive. No matter what, I created them and such a world. I should give them an ending and give everyone an ending. result.
Keep up the good work!
I told myself this, even if this book is really bad, even if no one reads it, I will still write it.
After all, this is a world that truly belongs to me, a place far away from all the troubles of reality.
Good night.
(End of chapter)
