I write novels in Liyue

She had heard from Ayaka Kamisato before that Thomas had been having a tough time lately, and every time he passed by Yaedo, he would be glared at by many novel enthusiasts.

Moreover, many vegetable vendors deliberately charged him high prices, and for a long time, he had to send other servants to buy vegetables...

Now it seems that this is true.

Now that he had truly paid the price, Fang Qiu's resentment had mostly dissipated.

Soon, the dishes were served.

Fried tofu, fried skewers, and tempura—more for the same price, with portions twice as much as other tables.

Ok……

That's not right either. The restaurant owner treated her to the meal, so there was no price involved.

After finishing their meal, Fang Qiu thanked the shop owner again.

Then she happily returned to the hotel.

"I wonder if the travelers have returned yet."

Fang Qiu reminisced about the convenience of mobile phones in her previous life as she walked into the hotel.

Just as she was about to walk past the front desk, she was stopped by a shop assistant.

"Miss Fang Qiu, please wait."

"Hmm? Is something the matter?"

Fang Qiu was somewhat puzzled.

"Here is your letter."

As he spoke, the shop assistant took a very elegant envelope from the counter and handed it to him.

"A letter for me?"

Fang Qiu took the letter, somewhat puzzled.

Why are people still sending me letters in Inazuma?

Could it be like the letters Bai gave her when she was in Liyue...?

After thanking the shop assistant and receiving a response, Fang Qiu took the letter and returned to her room.

The room remained empty.

The traveler and Paimon hadn't returned yet. She sat on the futon, stretched, and then opened the letter.

Inside the envelope was an invitation.

"We cordially invite Miss Fang Qiu to grace us with her presence at the Dream Kingdom during her lonely twilight years and to experience a dreamlike journey."

Dream Kingdom?

Fang Qiu was taken aback for a moment, and then she noticed that a picture of Dream Kingdom was also included in the invitation.

The photo shows the Dream Kingdom that gave her quite a fright last night.

Fang Qiu was stunned for a moment, then burst into fury.

That unscrupulous business is still sending out invitations! It's one thing to lure people in and scare them, but now they're actually inviting people to go and scare them!

Is there no law left?

Are there any laws?

Fang Qiu was very angry.

Just as she was thinking about how to retaliate, she suddenly noticed the name on the invitation.

The society follows, Thomas...

……

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P.S.: I went to a relative's house, but I forgot my charger. Typing on my computer feels like being in prison...

written request for leave

I wasn't feeling well, and I was losing clumps of hair. Every time I touched my hair, six or seven strands would fall out, and then another six or seven would fall out the next time I touched it. I also had a headache. This afternoon, I went to the hospital, but it was under renovation and the entrance had been changed. I got lost, but after asking a nurse for directions, I finally found the registration area. However, it was already 5:30 pm, and the doctors were off work.

Also, I've been feeling really bad lately, so I'd like to take a day off and go to the hospital again tomorrow morning. I don't know what the full checkup procedure is like... I'll also take this opportunity to organize the plot and think about what the protagonist's next book will be about (my bad, I didn't express myself clearly). I'll probably update tomorrow afternoon.

Chapter 382 The Oppressive Force of General Thunder

"To...Toma!?"

Sitting on the futon, Fang Qiu remained stunned for a long while before finally gritting her teeth and reading out the signature on the invitation.

It's Thomas again!

Thinking about what happened to her yesterday, Fang Qiu was instantly filled with rage!

She crumpled the invitation in her hand into a ball and threw it forward with force. Since she was sitting on a cushion in front of the desk, her hand hit the desk with the force of the throw.

"Ah, it hurts..."

The pain brought tears to her eyes.

With tears welling up in her eyes, she quickly checked her hand. Thankfully, it was fine; the skin wasn't broken, just a little red.

Too……

Although I am physically weak, I am also not very strong...

Being weak has its advantages.

After all, forces are reciprocal.

I don't even want to think about what would happen to my hands if I used more force...

After confirming that her hand was alright, Fang Qiu lay on the table, biting her lower lip and enduring the pain in her fingers.

The pain subsided slowly after a while.

Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Fang Qiu looked at the invitation letter she had crumpled into a ball, let out a long breath, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

Thomas... it's time to settle everything!

Fang Qiu pondered a solution.

She had initially planned to write a book to get revenge, but upon closer reflection, she changed her mind.

I've written several tragedies myself, it's time to give readers a break.

Secondly, this approach is ineffective.

As the saying goes, a gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years!

No, I think I'm a woman, so I can't call myself a gentleman...

Hmm... no, that's not right. In both past and present-day societies, "gentleman" has come to mean a person of high moral character.

But it sounds a bit strange when I call it that...

Fang Qiu shook his head, bringing his thoughts back on track.

As the saying goes, first suppress then elevate, and before wielding a knife, first offer sugar.

For my next book, I should write one or two books of a different genre, first creating the illusion that Miss Fang Qiu has already repented and reformed.

Then, because of Thomas's letter, Miss Fang Qiu picked up the knife again.

Only then can the best results be achieved.

So the question is, what should I write in my next book?

She hesitated.

Is it setting the stage for two books on revenge, or just one?

Fang Qiu hesitated.

Forget it, there's no rush.

When faced with difficulties, take a nap first...

Fang Qiu got up and walked to the cupboard. Just as she was about to reach out and open it, she suddenly remembered the movie "Ju-on" that she had watched in her previous life...

In the movie "Ju-on," there's a character who heard noises coming from inside a closet after opening it...

The person stuck their head in to look, and then...

Fang Qiu shook his head and let out a long breath.

That guy Thomas exacerbated her mental exhaustion...

The wounds that had been healed by the shadows have now been reopened.

Fang Qiu let out a long breath and opened the cabinet.

There are no ghosts inside the cabinet.

Fang Qiu didn't do anything unnecessary, such as sticking her head in to look. She just quickly took out the quilt and then slammed the closet door shut.

After making herself comfortable under the covers, Fang Qiu crawled into bed. Just as she lay down, she got up again and retrieved the invitation letter that she had crumpled into a ball.

She didn't throw it away because it was irrefutable evidence.

After putting away the invitation, she finally felt at ease and lay down in bed, falling into a deep sleep.

Time slowly passed, and before you knew it, dusk had fallen, leaving you feeling lonely.

Meanwhile, in the Dream Kingdom...

The streets were bustling with activity, bathed in the golden light of dusk.

"The patriarch is really busy, he actually had to leave at the last minute... Speaking of which, Miss Fang Qiu should be arriving soon, right? I just wonder if she will bring the travelers with her."

Thomas sat in a chair in front of the Dream Kingdom, holding a camera, taking pictures of the bustling street scenes on the outlying island.

In the shot.