When I finished writing the ending of the if line, I suddenly...what to say...

If you have to describe it, you should feel compassion.

It sounds a little strange, and I feel compassion for the protagonist in my writing. But I know that the next one is different from before, completely different.

In the past, no matter how many difficulties and training I wrote, the protagonist would eventually be in a bad mood and find a happy ending route from ten thousand solutions. All setbacks and tortures will eventually be a joke.

But this time it is different. Leyu will be like a footless bird with broken wings, knocked into the abyss by wind and rain, and eventually sink forever and never fly again. He will be covered in blood and mud, drink sadness and hatred, and make big mistakes step by step, and step into hell step by step.

He will completely cut off all bonds and suffer endless torture in the world I created... He has obviously never done anything bad.

As I opened a new chapter and prepared me to knock out the long-awaited final volume, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

I regretted it, not only regretting it to you, but also to me a year ago.

As I said in the book, "Dead Replacement" is a setting I have prepared for a long time. When I was in college five years ago, I thought the setting of "I will replace the person who killed me" was very interesting and can lead to many interesting plots. I have hid this setting for so long, but on the one hand, it is not in line with the market, but on the other hand, I feel that my writing skills are not enough to control this setting.

A year ago, I finished two books and one eunuch. When I was bored, I read back my own aborted manuscript (I thought it was very interesting to read my own aborted manuscript). I decided to write "I die for life". I thought I could write the feeling I wanted, and conceived many particularly exciting plots in my mind.

But it turns out that I am not capable enough.

Because I discovered something - Leyu has no reason to accept the author's torture.

He is a good person, and a good person should have a good ending. However, the future I conceived for him is interpreting the impermanence of fate, and the world turns people into ghosts... But it shouldn't be like this, he shouldn't be so miserable.

As Music says in Volume 2, the world should not be like this.

I thought about it all day and felt that this did not conform to my aesthetics, nor to my three views. I said before that I would not feed shit, but isn’t this kind of black and deep decay really feeding shit?

I just want to write interesting novels, not "Living" and "Xu Sanguan's Blood Selling Records" - even if it is "Living", it has been paved with the foundation for Fugui's early addict to gambling (it is not a meaning compared with Mr. Yu Hua. Mr. Yu Hua's works have always been classics that I dare not read but the more I want to read).

I can only say that I didn’t leave enough foreshadowing in front of it, so there was no enough reason to let Leyu go to hell.

In fact, even the ending of the if line is faintly foreshadowed the sadness of Leyu. Even if they find the well of gods and demons, it doesn't make sense. As long as "dead and live for life" exists in Leyu for a day, he will always be alone.

So, I chose to end the book with the last sentence of the first volume.

never mind.

I let everyone down.

Although the if line is slightly rough, I still hope it is the end of this book and the starting point of Leyu's journey.

However, in order to let everyone know how serious my illness is, I will write a short paragraph for everyone to see and ask everyone to correct it.

-----The dividing line of the day when you are sick -----

The rain covers the sky and the sun, and the earth is dark and dull.

There are more soldiers on the street than the raindrops in the sky, sweeping over the sky, like mercury pouring down the ground, without any gaps.

Leyu knew that he would draw a bloodline under the rain curtain next.

hiss.

The sword boots made a harsh sound on the ground. Lu Lingyin, who was covered in armor, grabbed the chains on Leyu's waist tightly, allowing Leyu's sword boots to drive her sword boots, like a winged bird galloping on the ground.

"Shi Wen, is this guy?" Yin Minghong led his army to come and asked loudly.

Shi Wen, who was covered in red blood armor, had a voice as unpleasant as a broken gong: "I can recognize it even if it turns into ashes!"

"Damn, he is the person we want to kill the most..."

"The most headache-inducing guy in Quan Huiyao!"

"Cooperate with Shi Wen, the gun team obeyed my orders and aimed at him! All infantry units obeyed my orders and surrounded him and fought according to the "Wuzhu Pairs"!" Mu Qingmei squatted on the ceiling of a small building in the corner of the street, and the sound of the Aiqi tactics resounded throughout the battlefield.

"You are finally at the end of your journey after years of hard fighting!" Wuying stood in front of the army holding the scepter of the world, quietly waiting for the arrival of Leyu: "It seems that you still want to maintain the last dignity of the Unparalleled God of War?"

"Look, it's Lan Yan." Lin Xue couldn't help but say to Qing Lan in the temporary command center on the second floor of the street building.

Le Yu raised her head, Qinglan lowered her head, and the two of them met on the solemn battlefield through the gray rain.

After ten years of separation, this was their long-lost reunion and the final farewell.

Life is impermanent...

Even if I have ever been lingering...

Even though many vows have been made...

“Woo…”

Lu Lingyin sniffed, reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she lowered her head and grabbed the chain connecting her and Leyu.

"It's really rare. Lan Yan, you actually took the burden to the battlefield." Shi Wen sneered.

"No, she's not a burden."

Leyu grabbed Lu Lingyin Bingbing's hand with her left hand and said calmly: "She is Lu Lingyin, my wife whom I am the matchmaker."

"My daughter's mother."

"I, Lan Yan, my only wife."

"Only wife!"

Lu Lingyin could no longer control herself, tears broke down, covering the crying in her throat, and big tears hit Leyu's hand with rain.

Qinglan held the window ridge, her body trembled slightly, and she bit her lips tightly without saying a word.

The past vows...the eternal love of couples...all gone.

"Don't cry."

Qinglan suddenly raised her head and looked at the sky. The wind direction changed slightly. The raindrops hit her face without mercy, and it seemed like tears were flowing down her nose.

Leyu grabbed Lu Lingyin's hand tightly.
Chapter completed!