I wonder how the great author is doing now.
How much do you think he wrote these past few days? It must be tens of thousands of words, right?
Yang Siming's readers also entered the live stream one after another.
The day Yang Siming appeared in the "Daily Healing in the Underworld" live stream, many people interested in novels went to search for his work.
As a result, Yang Siming's book, which had always been lukewarm, suddenly became popular.
It could be said that his novel dream was fulfilled.
After reading the chapters on the webpage, and hearing that the author would appear in the live stream today, many readers came to urge him to update.
Some netizens also came to join the fun.
In the live stream footage.
Jiang Lin arrived at the entrance of the Shumo Studio and slowly pushed open the door.
With a soft click, the burly men looked over.
The authors continued writing without looking up.
This time, Yang Siming didn't even stop his pen.
Through repeated expectations and disappointments, he had sadly begun to think.
Perhaps Lord Wuchang had already forgotten him.
Perhaps he would never be able to leave here.
Suddenly, a somewhat familiar voice came from the doorway.
"I'm here to pick someone up."
Yang Siming's hand, holding the pen, trembled.
The last stroke of the character "Dao" on the white paper was drawn far away with a scratch.
At this moment, he had imagined this countless times in his mind.
He had also secretly rehearsed in his heart how he would act when Lord Wuchang arrived.
He was determined to drop the pen in his hand, kick away the stool beneath him, and then vent his anger at the burly men around him through his nostrils.
Then he would say, "This young master is leaving!"
However, when the moment truly arrived, none of Yang Siming's plans were carried out.
He sat on the stool, trembling and excited.
"Lord Wuchang, please!"
"He is here, and this is the manuscript he wrote these past few days."
The burly men crowded around and respectfully handed over a stack of manuscripts written on white paper.
It wasn't a lot, only two to three hundred thousand characters.
The leading burly man looked a little embarrassed.
Lord Wuchang had entrusted the author to them, yet they had only supervised him to write this much.
Indeed, they would have to work harder in the future.
Seeing the stacks of manuscripts in the burly men's hands, the viewers were shocked.
Handwritten, seven days, two to three hundred thousand characters?
Holy crap!
I can't believe my eyes! Is this something authors can do?
As expected, as long as the urging is in place, nothing is impossible (dog head).
For a moment, the readers were excited.
The authors in the mortal world couldn't hold back and jumped out one by one to explain.
If they didn't come out now, a team of update-urgers would likely form under their works later.
"I'm a novelist. Don't be deceived by the paper manuscripts you see here. Normal people can't write this much!"
"If you write carelessly, maybe, but if you demand quality, this much is deadly!"
"Exactly, exactly!"
"Hahahaha, the great authors are starting to panic. Hurry up and announce your book titles, we'll go check them out."
In the live stream footage, Jiang Lin put away the manuscripts and then looked at Yang Siming.
Yang Siming, gripping the pen in his hand, turned around tremblingly.
With a thud, he knelt down.
Tears of excitement streamed down his face.
"Lord Wuchang! You're finally here ahhhhhh!"
Yang Siming cried and wailed, crawling towards the door with his pen.
He was leaving through this door today.
And never coming back!
No need to worry about the novel not being finished that day, nor thinking about whether that wolf-toothed club would smash down.
Even less fear of being carried back after stepping out of this door.
Yang Siming came before Jiang Lin and looked up at him.
"Lord Wuchang, take me with you!"
"I don't want to stay here anymore. I've figured it out. Reincarnating properly is what a wandering soul like me should do, woo woo woo..."
Yang Siming, with snot and tears, cried heartbrokenly.
Finally, finally, he could leave this place.
When it truly came to this moment.
Let alone venting his anger at the burly men through his nostrils, he couldn't think of anything else now. He had only the most instinctive desire to survive: to leave this place!
Seeing Yang Siming like this, Jiang Lin turned and walked towards the door.
"Let's go."
"Mmm mmm mmm!"
Yang Siming quickly stood up and followed Lord Wuchang out.
This moment was like a new birth!
He looked at the pen in his hand and threw it away.
In his next life, he would absolutely never write again!
"Hahaha, so real!"
"If it were me, I'd probably want to curse right now."
"I can't imagine writing so much by hand in seven days, it's quite impressive."
The viewers in the live stream marveled.
After sending Yang Siming on the road to the Yellow Springs, Jiang Lin looked at the stacks of paper manuscripts and suddenly had an idea.
These things...
Belong to the underworld too, right?
He acted on his thought.
Jiang Lin returned to the small wooden house, spread out some of the manuscripts on the ground, and then pointed the live stream camera at them.
"Here is the continuation of the novel you wanted to read," he said.
If this worked, then when he had nothing else to do, he would release these manuscripts.
This way, he could complete his daily live stream tasks and also go to the cultivation room to practice.
But soon, Jiang Lin discovered that this would at most allow for a half-hour broadcast.
After half an hour, the time for the daily live stream task would stop progressing.
However, half an hour was fine, it was better than nothing.
"Thank you, streamer!"
"I'm awesome! I'm actually watching underworld literature!"
"This novel is going to be a hit, a hit! If it's not, I'll eat shit!"
"Holy crap! Just for your words, I'll never search for this novel! I'll fulfill your wish!"
"Same here!"
In the live stream, some viewers were reading the novel, while others who weren't were chatting in the live stream.
In any case, in this live stream, even without speaking, one could see many interesting things.
The people posting bullet comments were all talents!
Shumo Studio.
After Yang Siming left, the burly men, holding photocopies of the manuscripts, were still somewhat reluctant.
"Alas, it would have been great if he had stayed here, perhaps we could have seen other novel stories."
"It can't be helped, he was brought by Lord Wuchang, we dare not keep him!"
The burly men lamented.
They had finally seen a good story, but unfortunately, it wasn't the complete version.
On another seat, Xu San finished writing six thousand characters and stopped his pen.
Hearing the conversation of the burly men, he walked over to take a look.
"Can I see it?"
The burly men, while urging updates, held great respect for these authors who could write stories.
Seeing that Xu San was on a break, they didn't say anything and handed him the photocopies of Yang Siming's writings.
There were many ghosts who read novels in the underworld. Every time authors finished writing, they would immediately make photocopies as backups.
They would wait to distribute them to readers outside.
Therefore, they had also kept photocopies of what Yang Siming had written.
Xu San took the manuscripts and didn't go far, squatting by the entrance to read.
He had heard the burly men exclaim in wonder before, and this was the first time he was seeing Yang Siming's work.
As he read, Xu San's eyes changed.