The swollen and white face was stuck outside the window, peeking inward; the rotten body climbed onto the bed, sleeping with others; in the quiet night, the door was scratched and creaked… The blank book opened, the blood-colored text gradually appeared, and the story had begun. , Please write your own horror novel.

Third-rate thriller novelist Shen Yu, looking at the darker surroundings and the shivering audience of the novel, bit the mint candy in his mouth with a “Zizi” and stretched out his hand to block the innocent behind him.

“My imagination finally has a place to use it!”

The newcomer novelist, under the pen name “Mint”.

It sounds a bit sweet.

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