Infinite flow: The non-African's partner is the European emperor

After being pulled into the world in the book, Chen Xuan has been trying to find a way out, but he hasn't found any clues in half an hour.

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It was pitch black all around, as if the world was shrouded in darkness. In this darkness, the shadows of some broken walls and dead trees could be vaguely seen, standing there like ghosts.

His Yin-Yang eyes came into play at this time, like a bright light in the darkness, clearly illuminating everything around him.

It seemed as if one could see the monsters hidden in the black fog, their figures looming.

He walked forward along the dilapidated roads, passing through abandoned streets, deserted fields, silent houses and dilapidated cities. All the scenes seemed to appear without any basis, as if they came out of a broken dream.

The world in the book is what you imagine it to be.

Chen Xuan began to wonder if all this was just Hall's imagination.

From the argument between him and Judd at the publishing house, it was clear that Hall used to be a writer of horror stories, but he chose to quit the business because he had run out of ideas.

But he did not give up looking for inspiration, which made him become a weird story explorer.

If Chen Xuan wants to find the exit, he has to find the Hall in the book.

Based on the clues they had discovered before, Chen Xuan also began to doubt Hall's identity.

If it was true as he said, that he picked up the book, then why did the devil choose him? Judd also has a book, right? Why didn't the devil choose Judd? Even after Hall threw the book away, the book fell into the hands of another person, so why didn't the devil choose that person?

There is only one answer to all the doubts: Hall is the person who borrowed the book.

But he didn't recognize the book and it didn't seem like he was lying when he said he picked it up, which meant that the Hall they met was not necessarily the one who borrowed the book in the first place.

"The demon in hell was isolated by all the demons because of suspicion, so it fled to the human world."

The last sentence of the previous book definitely did not appear for no reason; perhaps it was a clue from the very beginning.

To find Hall, we must find the most critical place in the world, the most important place for Hall.

Chen Xuan didn’t know what the situation was outside, but he knew that he couldn’t just wait for Brother Fei and the others to rescue him, otherwise he would really become a waste. He had to rely on himself for everything.

He glanced around, wondering in his mind what place was important or special to Hall.

The first thought that came to my mind was the publishing house.

Perhaps, the publishing house may be an important place for Hall.

Chen Xuan was not sure so he could only try to look for it.

Unexpectedly, he really found it, but in the next second, he was attacked by a monster unexpectedly. He was caught off guard and his health bar dropped a little.

Jiang Zhi, who had been observing his health bar outside, was shocked by this and quickly pulled Xie Fei's arm, anxiously saying, "Brother Fei, Brother Fei, the health bar, Brother Chen Xuan's health bar has dropped."

In comparison, Xie Fei was much calmer. He just patted her shoulder and said, "Don't be so nervous. He should just be in danger. You have to believe in his strength."

After hearing what he said, Jiang Zhi reluctantly relaxed.

They are still looking for Hall's whereabouts, which is consistent with Chen Xuan's goal in the book.

Here, the game skill cards can still be used, but the chat channel cannot be used. These are the restrictions commonly used by OL.

Chen Xuan finally broke through and entered the publishing house, but the dark air everywhere made him want to retreat. However, he still plucked up the courage to walk in and found Hall's office.

Standing at the door, you can see a figure writing furiously inside. The floor and the table are covered with crumpled draft papers. Hall is sitting at the desk, his face and hands covered with ink. He is in a state of madness and doesn't notice Chen Xuan who opened the door and walked in.

"Why, why can't I write! Why can't I write!" He muttered to himself, angrily crumpled up the draft paper with a large piece of writing on it and threw it on the ground. The draft paper rolled to Chen Xuan's feet.

He picked up the draft paper, opened it and took a look.

Even so, Hall hadn't noticed him yet, which showed how focused and crazy he was.

The contents on the draft paper were all about what had happened to them on the tram before.

Chen Xuan stared at him for a moment. He knew how to wake Hall up.

He slapped the draft paper on Hall's desk, and when Hall looked up, he said lightly, "Someone else has written a story about yours, and it's more complete than yours."

What Hall could not accept the most was this kind of words. His inspiration was written by others and he could not write anything. This was tantamount to a huge blow.

After Chen Xuan said this, he raised his head with red eyes and looked at Chen Xuan ferociously, "What did you say?"

Chen Xuan continued to provoke: "You are doing useless work. You clearly know that you can't write it, so why do you still insist on it?"

"I can't fail to write!" Hall was furious. The tip of the pen in his hand stabbed into his palm, and blood stained the draft paper under his hand red.

Chen Xuan saw the health bar above his head that was caused by his anger, and he clenched the weapon in his hand. His other hand had already prepared the skill card.

When Hall rushed towards him angrily, he threw the skill card in his hand out, the vines wrapped around Hall, and Chen Xuan's dagger stabbed into his chest.

The next second, everything went dark before his eyes, and his position changed again. Without any preparation, Hall disappeared.

Chen Xuan looked solemn, realizing that the world in this book might not be as simple as he thought.

This is no longer the same street as before. The surroundings look desolate and eerie, as if you were in a horror movie. The wind blew the dead branches, making a rustling sound, as if a ghost's hand was gently shaking, which made people shudder. The gravel road made a creaking sound, as if you were stepping on the bones of a dead person, which made people shudder.

I kept walking along this road, and it seemed like I would never reach the end, until I saw a simple wooden house, standing there alone, like a lonely guardian, which made me feel a chill rising from my spine.

Chen Xuan had a hunch that there must be some very important clues in that house.

He walked over quickly and knocked on the door tentatively. After waiting for a while and hearing no sound, he took the weapon and carefully pushed the door open a crack.

There are so many books in this small house that the whole house seems to be filled with books. It is completely piled up with books.

Chen Xuan didn't even dare to touch it, for fear that it would suddenly collapse and crush him to death.

He just stood at the door and looked at the nearest books. The author was the same person, which made him wonder if these books were all from Hall.

This small house contains all his years of hard work, and it is also this hard work that has trapped him here.

Pain and struggle continued to entangle Hall. He was unwilling to let go and could only wander around again and again.

Chen Xuan blinked, and his Yin-Yang eyes worked again. He saw a thread extending from each book. It was originally black, but when it wrapped around Hall, who was sitting with his head down in the room, it turned red, as if it was sucking his blood.

Densely packed words appeared in the air, making Chen Xuan dizzy, but he still managed to see a few words clearly.

“I can’t write” “I have no inspiration”…

Chen Xuan originally wanted to wake up Hall, but after thinking about it, he took out a lighter from his backpack.

"Click." The lighter made a crisp sound, and the flickering flame was not dazzling.

The fire burned fiercely, and the raging flames were like a ferocious beast, devouring everything.

There was a crackling sound in the wooden house, and the books inside were completely ignited by the fire set by Chen Xuan.

"Hall, in order to write a good story, you created a non-existent weird story, right?"

"You killed all the people on the tram."