Starting from the folklore forum, making up town objects

Chapter 125 Blank 'person'

Ye Chang is an ordinary editor of the End Novel Network. His nickname is "Traveling Through the Heavens". His subordinates who are familiar with him call him 'Chang Da'.

Ye Chang has been feeling a bit annoyed lately, as things at home have made it difficult for him to concentrate on his work.

In addition, his authors failed one after another, and it was almost the end of the year, and he still had more than ten years to go before he could achieve his goal.

There are still about three months until the Chinese New Year. If he fails to sign more than ten authors with an average subscription of more than 500 or five authors with an average subscription of more than 1000 before the New Year, his year-end bonus will be lost.

Of course, it would be enough if he could sign a high-quality author, but he doesn't expect that.

So recently he has been looking for new books with less than 10 words in the library, hoping to find gold in the shit.

Unfortunately, he didn't find the gold, but his eyes were turned red by the methane.

Call ~
Ye Chang took his eyes away from the screen, let out a deep breath, took off his glasses and started doing eye exercises.

As an editor, you have to look at text on the screen every day. If you are not careful, your eyesight will increase.

There are few editors in the entire office who don’t wear glasses.

But when he was halfway through the eye exercises, his phone rang.

He picked it up and saw that it was his wife.

His heart skipped a beat and he quickly picked up the phone.

"what happened?"

"My son is sick again. I'm taking him to the hospital now."

Ye Chang's mood became even worse.

"I'll come."

"Goodbye. You've already taken six days off this month. If you take more, how will you leave a good impression in front of your boss? I can do it on my own."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Which hospital are you going to this time?"

Ye Chang's voice was a little louder, and the colleague next to him turned his head to look.

After asking for the name of the hospital, Ye Chang prepared to pack up.

"Brother Chang, is the child sick again?"

"Ah."

Ye Chang didn't feel like chatting.

"Why don't you wait until the child is well, and then go get a lucky charm or something."

Hearing his colleague say this, Ye Chang frowned.

He didn't believe it at first, but his child's situation during this period really gave him a headache.

Almost as soon as I returned from the hospital, I fell sick again within two days.

I went to the hospital and the doctor said I had a cold.

At first he thought it was because of the air conditioner, but then the family endured the hot night and didn't turn on the air conditioner. After a few days, the child still got sick.

It stands to reason that children aged seven or eight should not have such weak resistance and it is impossible for them to catch cold so frequently.

But this is the fact.

Not only that, the intervals between the child's illnesses are getting shorter. At the beginning, he fell ill every five days, but now he falls ill again after only two days.

In this situation, if he hadn't checked the physical condition, he would have thought his child had a terminal illness!

Hearing his colleague say this, Ye Chang rarely refuted.

"Well, thank you."

After saying hello, Ye Chang went to the leader's office.

Although his performance did not meet the standards and he kept asking for leave, his leader did not say anything.

After all, we all have children, so we can understand.

But his leader still said a few more words to him.

"Ye Chang, although family matters come first, you also have to do your job well. Everything costs money nowadays...Next year, the company may reduce the number of employees, so you should pay attention to it."

When Ye Chang left the company, he also carried his computer with him.

I went to the hospital and took a look at the case.

Still caught a cold!
Bang!
"Cold, cold, cold! How come these doctors can only treat colds?"

After Ye Chang finished speaking, he saw a look of grievance on his son's slightly pale face lying on the hospital bed.

With a sigh in his heart, Ye Chang calmed down and peeled an apple for his son.

After chatting with his wife about the situation, he took out his laptop and continued working in the ward.

He also listened to what the leader said.

Although family is important, it is not always love alone that maintains family harmony.

Money is also one of the links, an important one.

Ye Chang watched from noon to afternoon, and ate the nutritious meals provided in the ward, but he still didn't see any work that caught his eye.

But he still chose to sign two books that were optional.

Ye Chang sighed, rubbed his brows, and opened the next book.

"The Last Mr. Folklore?"

After muttering something, Ye Chang continued reading.

Ten minutes later, a smile appeared on Ye Chang's face.

"Although it's not a top-notch product, if you try hard, it can still be a great product."

After opening the editing background, Ye Chang sent a short message to "The Last Folk Customs Gentleman" about the signing and continued to work on the next book.

In the evening, Ye Chang took his wife and children home.

After a day of intravenous drip, my son's condition improved a lot.

"You sleep with Baozai today. I'll sleep in the second bedroom."

Ye Chang's wife knew that Ye Chang was busy, nodded, and went into the room carrying her son.

The house Ye Chang bought is on the first floor.

There were several reasons when I bought it: it was cheap, had a private garden, and I didn’t have to wait for the elevator when I went to work.

As for privacy, it is indeed a bit bad, but when the curtains are drawn at night, people passing by outside cannot see it.

After living there for a few years, Ye Chang was quite satisfied with his choice.

Sometimes on weekends, when I’m tired from working at home, I go out to take a look at the garden, water the flowers, etc. It’s easy to relax.

But tonight, when Ye Chang was getting ready to go to bed, he suddenly thought of the book "The Last Folklore Master".

In the latest chapter, he saw a plot.

The author said that in ancient times, when people felt that there was too much negative energy in their home, they would burn pine pots to drive away the evil spirits.

This leads to a story.

The protagonist of that story is also an urban white-collar worker and also lives on the first floor.

Because an accident happened when the construction of the building started, and a worker fell and died. The place where he died happened to be the garden of the protagonist's house.

Many years later, the dead spirit came back to life and haunted that family.

Because the ghost was not fierce after resurrection, the family was just sick at first, but as time went by, the ghost became stronger and stronger, and the family's health became worse and worse. Until one day, the ghost killed the weakest person in the family.

Later, the protagonist discovered this and made a pine basin to force the ghost out. He then used the ashes in the pine basin to kill the ghost and saved the remaining people in that family.

Ye Chang thought of that scene, and somehow he stood up and walked towards his living room.

Pulling open the curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room and looking at his own small garden outside, Ye Chang suddenly shuddered.

Suddenly, he thought of something.

Ever since his son fell ill, the air conditioner at home was turned off and never turned on again?
He and his wife didn't feel very hot.

At first he thought they were acclimated to the heat, but now, it seemed... it was not what he imagined.

Gudong!

After swallowing, Ye Chang pulled the curtains again and returned to the second bedroom.

The original reason why Ye Chang became a novel editor was because he liked reading novels.

Therefore, Ye Chang is not inferior to most authors in terms of fantasy. In fact, because he has read countless articles, his sense of immersion is very strong in some cases.

At this moment, he was a little scared by what was written in the author's book.

It’s not that he is timid, but what the author wrote is so similar to what he experienced!
Turning on the computer, Ye Chang searched his neighborhood to see if any bad incidents had occurred.

The result is naturally none.

Even if there is, it will not appear on the Internet.

After closing the search page, Ye Chang picked up the small bottle of wine on the table and poured himself a small glass.

After taking it, my body started to feel hot.

"Haha, why are you scaring yourself?"

Ye Chang laughed and continued reviewing the manuscript.

After a while, he began to daydream again.

Then, he clicked on the pen name "Tiancan Dique" in the editing background.

After reading some of the other books under the account "Tiancan Dique", Ye Chang fell silent.

It seems that this author is very knowledgeable about folklore, so what he said...

Just then, his WeChat chat started flashing.

When I clicked on it, I saw that an author had added him.

"Hello, editor. I am "Tian Can Di Que". Can I sign a contract for my book?"

Looking at the message, Ye Chang hesitated for a while and then typed on the keyboard.

"Yes, check the station message and you will get a prompt."

"Okay, big shot."

Looking at the silent chat box, Ye Chang couldn't help but type another line of words.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Big brother, you say."

"Is that pine cone in your latest chapter really useful?"

After this message was sent, it took a full minute before a reply came back.

"The Wang Pen is indeed a folk item that I have seen in a book, but I am not sure whether it is useful or not. If you want to try it, you can. Making a Wang Pen is not difficult. The steps I wrote in the book are all there is to it."

Just when Ye Chang was about to reply, "Tiancandique" sent another message.

"If you have used it, please tell me. I would like to know whether it is useful or not."

"it is good!"

……

the next day.

Ye Chang went to work as usual.

In the afternoon, his wife called and said that the stone flowerpot he bought had arrived and had been disassembled and placed in the yard.

After get off work, Ye Chang did not go home directly, but went to a park near the company.

He used to take walks in it at noon. There were pine and cypress trees there.

After wandering around the park for a full hour, Ye Chang picked up and secretly broke off pine and cypress branches, and finally he had enough to fill a backpack.

But as soon as he returned home, his wife told him that the child was sick again!

I was just discharged from the hospital yesterday, and I’m sick again today!

With a cold face, Ye Chang sent his wife and children to the hospital and asked them to stay there for one night.

And he returned home alone.

It was already night.

After returning home and taking the stone basin from the yard, Ye Chang pulled up all the curtains in the house.

When I opened the backpack, pine and cypress branches fell all over the ground.

Ye Chang broke the pine and cypress branches one by one with a cold face. After counting seven branches each, he placed them in the stone basin which was only 30 centimeters in diameter.

Then he took out a drawer of tissue paper as ignition and lit the pine and cypress branches in the stone basin.

After the fire got bigger, Ye Chang added pine and cypress branches into the pot six more times, seven branches each time.

It doesn’t matter how big or small it is, it only matters in quantity.

After everything was ignited, he scattered the pine and cypress branches and put out the flames.

Immediately, smoke rose from the stone basin and gradually filled the entire room.

During this period, Ye Chang would fan the air from time to time to control the fire in the basin.

After more than ten minutes, most of the pot of pine and cypress branches was burned, and the ceiling was covered with smoke, so the specific shape could not be seen.

Ye Chang originally wanted to turn on the range hood and exhaust fan, but was afraid that without smoke, it would be ineffective, so he could only sit next to the stone basin.

Fortunately, there was not much smoke below, so he could still bear it.

As time passed, coughing sounds began to be heard in the room.

Looking at the pine and cypress branches in the pot that were almost burned out, Ye Chang's expectations were about to burn out along with them.

"Hey……"

With a sigh, Ye Chang smiled bitterly.

"I'm really stunned..."

Standing up, Ye Chang prepared to turn on the kitchen range hood and the bathroom exhaust fan.

But when he turned around, his legs went weak.

In the room full of smoke, there was an area at the door of the second bedroom that was not contaminated by any smoke.

And the shape formed by that blank area is a person!

……

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