Day and night tour

Chapter 112 Three “Selves”

At the end of this chicken soup article, Zhou Xuan added a sentence - Bai Yang completed the manuscript on July 7 in Xueyuan Mansion.

This is the link code and time he wrote to Jingdeng.

"Most people in Pingshui Prefecture like this chicken soup."

Zhou Xuan worked in the media and knew that there was a period of time in his previous life when the public was very confused and extremely fond of chicken soup essays. Various spiritual mentors emerged one after another and made a lot of money.

The people of Pingshui Prefecture are also very confused and need some chicken soup to nourish them.

As for the possible logical loopholes in the article, for example, miners cannot mine privately in Jingguo and need to report in various ways...

"It's okay to have loopholes. If the loopholes are filled, the chicken soup will no longer taste like chicken essence."

Zhou Xuan put the manuscript into an envelope and stuffed a piece of paper into the envelope. In order not to expose his handwriting, Zhou Xuan used the method of cutting words from newspapers to piece together the content by cutting out the printed words one by one.

The content is as follows: If you want to receive follow-up manuscripts, please use Bai Yang as the pen name when submitting your manuscript. The content cannot be modified in any way, and the newspaper you submit your manuscript to is Pingshui Business Daily.

The Zhou family had subscribed to this newspaper for a long time, and it was Yu Zhengyuan who subscribed to it, not for any other reason but because it was the only newspaper that would accept his "poetry submissions", although in a year he wrote a basket of poems, but only two or three were published.

Zhou Xuan had also read this newspaper. It was called a business newspaper, but in fact the articles were of mixed quality. There were not many pages discussing business information, but there were quite a few miscellaneous small articles.

Submitting articles to newspapers that are not widely circulated and are not difficult to submit to can increase the hit rate of the advertisement and there is no need for additional subscriptions, thus killing two birds with one stone.

As for whether the well light can be seen?
She contributes to every newspaper and reads every one of them, making sure she doesn't miss any.

Zhou Xuan sealed the letter with glue and went out.

……

Zhou Xuan went to his fifth senior brother's house first. After lunch, he asked Lu Mingkun to help find a scholar.

This writer had only two requirements. First, he wanted to submit articles to newspapers as his only way to make money.

Second, life was very difficult, with no food to eat next time.

"Fifth Brother, have you found the person?" Zhou Xuan went straight to the point.

"Found it." Lu Mingkun handed Zhou Xuan a piece of paper with the address and name written on it.

No. 121, Hongzhuan Hutong, Huafang Road, Guo Kaiming.

"Huafang Road is just a few hundred meters along Taiping Road, then turn left..." Lu Mingkun was afraid that Zhou Xuan was not good at finding his way, so he explained it again.

……

Zhou Xuan took a rickshaw and went to Taiping Road first. He found a teahouse and sat there for a long time. After making sure that no one was following him, he went downstairs and went to Huafang Road.

In a bright red alley - the walls of the alley were made of red bricks and had no wall covering - he found No. 121.

From the moment he entered the alley, he took the initiative to release his perception. After confirming again that no one was following him and that there was no one in the house, he stuffed the envelope through the crack in the door and left very naturally.

……

Illuminated by the last rays of sunset glow, Guo Kaiming staggered towards his home.

It's not a leisurely wandering, but a wandering that makes one feel hungry.

He used to be a copyist, but after he submitted his articles to newspapers and received a good salary, he stopped copying and told everyone he met that he was a serious writer.

However, if he submitted twenty or thirty manuscripts in the future, he would be lucky if one of them was accepted.

It was difficult to support himself with the royalties, but he was unwilling to lower himself, so he went back to setting up a stall at the alley to make a living by copying calligraphy.

"I spent the whole afternoon in the teahouse, and I couldn't even find a long cigarette butt." Guo Kaiming struck a match, lit the cigarette he had finally managed to pick up, which left only a very short butt, and took a greedy puff.

After opening the door and entering the room, Guo Kaiming saw an envelope lying in the room.

He opened it and saw that it was a manuscript.

The article in the manuscript is "The Water Seller".

After reading it from beginning to end, he knew that there was a high chance that this article would be accepted.

“Who sent the article to my house?”

He looked into the envelope again and saw a note inside - If you still want to receive follow-up manuscripts...

"I can't modify the content when I use the pen name Bai Yang? You think highly of me, but I can't modify it even if you ask me to." Guo Kaiming just couldn't lower himself to open a stall, but he had submitted so many manuscripts and knew his own level very well.

"I'll be rich now. This article will earn me a lot of money."

Guo Kaiming was excited, but suddenly he thought of something.

"Oh, by the way, when Lao Yang was drinking last time, he told me that he used to receive strange envelopes at home, which contained articles... and that's how he became rich... I'm the same as Lao Yang... Is my luck here!?"

He was so excited that he wrote a new letter for submission, and regardless of his hunger, he took the letter with him on the way to the newspaper office...

……

It was a new day. Zhou Xuan got up very early as usual and went to the concierge to read the newspaper first.

There was no article he published in the Taiping Commercial News, but he found the secret code of the Blood Well Society's gathering in another newspaper.

"I bought 750 yuan worth of chips, planning to gamble on the future."

This sentence appeared in different articles in three newspapers.

"Seven fifty, codeword, planning to gamble on the future."

Zhou Xuan put the newspaper back.

Today was the day for divination at the Blood Well, and he had originally planned to do it in the morning.

However, since there is a rally, let's wait until after the rally.

At the gathering, there will be well lanterns to popularize knowledge about the blood well. After you have finished learning, it will not be too late to ask for divination.

"Xuan boy, I've been so sleepy these days. Why did you insist on dragging me to attend the Blood Well Society's gathering?
I have already told you that the dreams you have now are no different from reality. If you go to the gathering with your senses, no one will be able to see through your dreams. "

"I will create the dream myself, and you can help me deal with it. If something goes wrong, you can help me fix it."

Zhou Xuan wanted to have his own dream and attend the meeting, but out of caution, he had to ask his master to watch over him.

"Okay, hurry up." Yuan Buyu felt dizzy.

Zhou Xuan sat down, took out a wake-up stick and a folding fan, first used the voice-changing method to make his voice rough, and then used the wake-up stick to create a dream.

In the dream, he appeared as a bearded fisherman, sitting on a fishing boat, drifting in the sea.

When the pocket watch hands pointed to seven fifty,
Zhou Xuan closed his eyes and chanted in code: "Planning to gamble for a future, planning to gamble for a future..."

As the secret words were chanted, everything around became ethereal.

A dozen blurry figures appeared in the foggy space.

"Get rich, you have been punctual every time since you joined the Blood Well Club."

The well lamp greeted Zhou Xuan.

"Long time no see, Teacher Jing." Zhou Xuan said with a smile.

"It's been a long time since we last met. Wait five more minutes. If no new members link in, we will start the lecture." After Jing Deng finished speaking, he muttered the code word and tried hard to link more members.

"Ms. Jing is really responsible."

Zhou Xuan praised secretly.

Before Jingdeng started his lecture, the other members started chatting about trivial things.

"Mingjiang Mansion has been in chaos recently. We all need to be careful and not let anyone seal off the well."

"Wasn't there chaos last week? The storm hasn't died down yet."

"We can't get through. The kidnappers are keeping a close eye on us." Zhimajiang is from Mingjiang Prefecture and she knows the situation there very well.

"Why is the kidnapper staring at us?"

"They want to use us as sacrifices. I heard that behind the kidnapper is a thirty-year-old alien ghost, the eater of heaven. I heard that he is very popular."

"How tall is it?"

"It was only one step away from the six incense sticks, but because of this line of incense, it couldn't climb up. It was extremely hungry and began to plunder us, the Blood Well spiritualists, and use us as food to raise that line of incense."

It sounded to Zhou Xuan that the members of the Blood Well Society in Mingjiang Prefecture were having a miserable life, being hunted down and targeted by others.

A member raised a question: "Aren't kidnappers human traffickers? They do shameful things every day, how can you be blocked by them?"

Zhimajiang sighed and said, "There are many evil people in Mingjiang Prefecture, and the demand for blood, flesh, and bones is huge. The kidnapper has received support from many halls by selling them. Those halls are helping him find a psychic to communicate with the blood well. Our life is very difficult."

"Then let's move. I heard Pingshui Prefecture is quite peaceful and there are no kidnappers."

"If it was that easy, I would have left long ago. There are people from all the major gangs at the train station, the dock, and the exits. If you go in, you will be caught alive..."

Perhaps because there were many Blood Well psychics from Mingjiang Mansion at the gathering, more than half of the people were silent.

"During this critical period, everyone should be more careful when going out and protect themselves. Recently, there is some good news."

Jingdeng is finally ready for class.

"what news?"

"Human Ao is dead." Jingdeng said, "That alien is our biggest enemy. Now that he's dead, it's not that easy for us Blood Well Psychics to catch him.

Let’s stop talking about pessimism and talk about the Blood Well.”

Jing Deng opened the prelude to the lecture: "Last time I talked about divination at the blood well, but I want to tell you that it is only the most basic power. The direction of divination is very weak and very vague. However, if you are willing to sacrifice to the blood well, the accuracy of divination will be much higher, and the guidance will be more specific...

The Blood Well is called a White Walker by many people, so it naturally has the characteristics of a White Walker.

When gods pass on abilities, it is a kind of inheritance, but when aliens pass on abilities, it is a kind of exchange."

"What is the best way to offer sacrifice?" Zhou Xuan asked.
"A Yin person or a god with a high level of incense." Jingdeng said: "Or, you can use your perception to communicate with the blood well and let the blood well tell you what the sacrifice is..."

Zhou Xuan knew that Jing Deng had done in-depth research on the Blood Well.

With a learning attitude, he cherished the opportunity to gather and asked the question in his heart: "What exactly is the blood well? Is the blood well that everyone sees the same well?"

"I don't know too much about the secrets inside the Blood Well, but I feel that the time inside the Blood Well is messed up."

Jingdeng said: "I have seen my past self and my future self in the Blood Well!"

Everyone was silent.

Jingdeng added: “As for whether the blood well that everyone saw was the same well, I can tell you that it was not.

If you regard the real blood well as a huge and strange house, the blood well you see is just the entrance to this house. This entrance is movable. Wherever you are, the entrance is there.

There are many entrances to the Blood Well, but they follow a rule: if one of the entrances is sensed by a Blood Well psychic, the entrance will belong to that person's exclusive passage until he dies.

In short, after you enter your own blood well secret realm, you must keep your original heart and not jump into the well. Once you jump in, time will be confused, and you will either become the face on the well wall and become a part of the blood well, or... you will not be able to tell which self has climbed out of the well.
Or maybe your past and future self, along with your present self, have all climbed out of the well together."

Everyone was silent again.

In order to liven up the atmosphere, Zhimajiang said, "Teacher Jing, what you said is so profound..."

Zhou Xuan disagreed, he believed what Jing Deng said.

He knew that Jingdeng was one of the people who had actually entered the Blood Well and came out alive.

ps: My dear brothers, there are only two updates today.

(End of this chapter)