The Daily Life of a Lazy Author Transmigrating into a Book and Doing Nothing

Then, our golden legend—no, the golden mask—detached from the script and floated in front of that clump of black lines. Although the black lines didn't know what it was, their plundering instincts made them reach out their claws to it.

But what was unexpected was that the moment the black line touched the mask, the demonic energy on it was completely absorbed by the mask.

That's right, it was absorbed, not the black lines seeping demonic energy into it.

Realizing that his demonic energy was being drained, Black Line understood that this thing was probably not to be touched, and hurriedly fled with Yu Xianxian, whose life force was no longer known.

But will our masks allow them to escape? Of course not.

No matter where the black thread escapes, the mask always catches up and absorbs some of the demonic energy from it. Without the support of demonic energy, the black thread becomes an ordinary thread and sinks to the bottom of the lake.

After several attempts, the black lines still wrapped around Yu Xianxian's body had been reduced by more than half.

Finally, the black line had no choice but to jump out of the water, but the mask still relentlessly pursued it, chasing after it out of the water as well.

It floated in the air and crashed hard into the black line below, right into Yu Xianxian's abdomen.

"Cough cough."

This not only made Yu Xianxian vomit up a lot of the water she had drunk, but also miraculously woke her up.

"Cough cough... What the heck is that?"

When Yu Xianxian woke up and found that most of her body was covered in black lines and she couldn't control her body, she was dumbfounded.

Of course, what confused her even more was what happened next. Yu Xianxian was surprised to find that the golden mask that had suddenly appeared and whose purpose she had never understood, and which she had even forgotten about, was floating in mid-air, and it looked as if it was fighting against the black lines.

Seeing that Yu Xianxian was still alive, the black thread decided not to wrap itself around her anymore. It had originally planned to infuse her with demonic energy after she drowned, making her a vessel for its power, but it hadn't expected her to still be conscious, which meant it might not be able to completely control her.

An uncontrollable puppet is worse than none at all, and this golden thing in the air looks like it's coming for its prey. I'm clearly no match for it now, so I might as well abandon it and run away.

Don't be fooled, this black line may not have a brain, but it still has a good grasp of the situation, although we don't know how it thinks.

Almost the instant she decided to give up on Yu Xianxian, all the black lines detached from her body and darted into the grass like a snake.

However, it seemed to have underestimated the mask's killing intent (although we don't know where a mask could get such a strong killing intent). In the blink of an eye, the mask arrived above the black lines and absorbed all the demonic energy within, leaving only clumps of useless black lines.

Yu Xianxian: ...A ball of thread and a mask fighting, oh my, what a bizarre art style.

But clearly, she couldn't remain a bystander just watching the show any longer, because the mask was obviously drifting towards her.

And for some reason, when Yu Xianxian looked into the two dark holes in her eyes, she always felt that they seemed to be filled with disgust.

Yu Xianxian: ...Being rejected by a mask is quite a strange feeling.

Before she could finish complaining, the demonic energy that had seeped into her body surged out from the wound and was all sucked into the mask's mouth. The feeling of unease she had when she first woke up disappeared completely. The only thing Yu Xianxian could feel now was the desolate feeling of the cold wind blowing on her, a drowned rat.

And the mask, perhaps oblivious to Yu Xianxian's predicament, fished the script, soaking wet but not mushy, out of the lake and threw it directly on Yu Xianxian's head, successfully splashing another wave of cold water on her.

Yu Xianxian: ...Thank you so much.

When Yu Xianxian took the book down, the mask, completely oblivious to social niceties, remained firmly on the page from the script.

At this moment, the mask looked no different from an ordinary mask, and no one would have guessed that this thing had just been floating in the air and had dealt with a tangled mess of black lines.

Curious, Yu Xianxian reached out and poked the mask, wondering if there was some kind of remote control device hidden inside that thin layer.

Unfortunately, this is a world of cultivation, not science fiction, so we don't follow science and therefore don't have any remote control devices.

Yu Xianxian still looked at the mask over and over again, and even looked for answers in the script. Unexpectedly, the script, which was usually very talkative, only summarized the whole thing with a short sentence: "Mask vs. thread ball, mask wins." Yu Xianxian almost thought that the script had frozen in the lake and damaged its brain.

Oh, sorry, our script is brainless.

A brainless script: ...6

After fiddling around for a while, Yu Xianxian didn't get any other information. She could only stuff the strange mask back into the script and head back to warm herself up, which was practically frozen solid.

The next second, a dark figure descended from the sky. After seeing who it was, Yu Xianxian knew she couldn't escape this time.

Luo Jia glanced at the scattered black lines on the ground, then looked at Yu Xianxian who was retreating in front of him, and frowned, saying, "Strange, the demonic energy isn't on you either. Where did it go?"

"Haha, they're probably all on vacation. After all, with a heartless boss like you, they'd rather die than not work for you."

Although Luo Jia didn't understand half of what Yu Xianxian said, that didn't stop him from hearing the sarcasm in her tone. He sneered, "You can only talk big now. I was thinking of letting the black line control you to reduce some trouble, but it seems that's unnecessary now."

As she spoke, the lake behind Yu Xianxian suddenly began to boil, and countless drops of water rose into the air, transforming into arrows that shot towards Yu Xianxian.

Unexpectedly, the other party launched a sudden attack without any martial ethics. Yu Xianxian only had time to leave behind a beautiful national treasure before she dodged in a disheveled manner.

But these water arrows were not only numerous, but also continuous. Yu Xianxian was already athletically challenged, and now she was covered in injuries. She was only able to dodge these attacks purely by luck.

Unfortunately, good luck can't last forever. Yu Xianxian was eventually hit in the arm by a water arrow and pinned to the ground, while countless arrows shot towards her from behind.

It seemed there was no way to escape it. Yu Xianxian closed her eyes in despair, never expecting to die so quickly again.

Waaaaah, she hasn't seen any of the handsome young men and beautiful young women in the immortal sect yet, and she hasn't had enough of her days of slacking off. Is it really going to end now?

The next instant, a black flame engulfed the water arrow completely, and along with the sound of the arrow evaporating, Yu Xianxian cried out "Peak Master" with tears in her eyes.