The situation is getting worse.

After Lan Min returned home, all the bad luck happened to him.

When Lan Min woke up in the morning, there happened to be a pool of mucus left by an unknown thing next to his slippers. He stepped on it without knowing it and slipped to the ground.

The doctor who was cooking heard the noise and rushed to the bedroom. He saw Lan Min sitting on the ground, blood oozing from the bent left leg and knee, surrounded by large patches of black and blue.

Hearing the sound of the doctor arriving, Lan Min, who lowered his head to study his injury, raised his red eyes and said softly, "Doctor, my leg hurts so much."

The doctor silently carried Lan Min to the bed and treated his wounds.

"Fortunately you are a doctor."

The doctor who was treating the wound with his head lowered stopped and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry."

Disinfectant alcohol was spilled on the wound, and Lan Min gasped in pain. He lay on his back on the bed, cold sweat dripping down. His lips were so pale that they turned white, but his red eyes were washed away by the tears that came from the pain.

More vivid, almost bleeding.

"It hurts so much." A trembling breath resounded in the room, like a small snake, it burrowed into the doctor's ear and bit it. His scalp suddenly hurt, and it was Lan Min's hand that grabbed the curly hair beside his ear.

"Doctor" Lan Min, with tears in her eyes, gently called the doctor who was as silent as stone, "I feel so much pain, what should I do?"

"I want you to feel pain with me, okay?"

The doctor wrapped gauze around Lan Min's knee, looked up at Lan Min who was crying, his throat moved, "Okay."

The doctor made exactly the same wound on his leg.

After Lan Min saw it, he said, "Doctor, do you think I'm too bad?"

The black-haired doctor wrapped himself in gauze and tied a knot exactly like Lan Mo's.

"I'm sorry." The doctor apologized again.

But apologizing can't heal Lan Min's wounds.

Lan Min could not go to the restaurant to eat, so the doctor brought the prepared breakfast to the bedroom.

The doctor's cooking skills were very good, but when the doctor brought the porridge bowl to Lan Min, Lan Min saw a face that was screaming sinisterly like him emerging on the steaming porridge.

Lan Min's subconscious action knocked over the porridge bowl, and the hot rice porridge splashed on the doctor's wrist, making the clean doctor very embarrassed.

The doctor hurriedly comforted Lan Min. After Lan Min was calmed down, he noticed the sticky porridge on his wrists and clothes.

The doctor stared blankly at the stains on his hands. After a long time, he looked at the window expressionlessly, where he clearly reflected Lan Min, who had been injured since returning home, and the dog that caused all this - he was embarrassed and embarrassed.

It is powerless.

How did it become like this?

Lan Mo tasted the bitter aroma again.

The white-haired young man no longer left the bedroom or ate. He trapped himself in the bedroom, believing that only the quilt on his body could protect him.

But the young man was almost suffocated to death, and two human faces bit the corners of the quilt, trying to bring him back to the ending of death.

Lan Min didn't dare to cover himself with quilt or sleep. He was afraid that if he closed his eyes, he would die silently from the human faces everywhere.

The doctor walked out of the bedroom and nervously wrote a sentence on the paper with a pen.

He wrote every word very carefully.

Doctor Xie and Lan Min lived a happy life

big exclamation mark

The human face burst out of his skin with hatred, covering this beautiful ending.

The doctor continued to write——

Doctor Xie and Lan Min lived a happy life

The handwriting is twisted. Dr. Xie and Lan Min lived a life of pain and despair.

The doctor was like a machine, his hand holding the pen kept writing a sentence repeatedly, his gloomy and depressed black eyes were as thick as night, staring at the page.

Human faces roared out of its body, and the doctor's body shriveled up, like a leaky sandbag. Those faces were the sand that made it up, and it betrayed itself.

Lan Min, who was supposed to be sleeping in the bedroom, opened his eyes. The moment the doctor fed him sleeping pills, he activated the ghost realm, and the sleeping pills fed by the doctor himself were moved into the pillow core.

Lan Mo turned on the light in the wall.

He opened the drawer and found a crumpled paper ball inside.

Lan Min unfolded the ball of paper expressionlessly, and her drooping frosty white eyelashes reflected the shadow of butterfly wings under her eyes.

"Goodbye." The delicate handwriting said.

This is "Lan Min"'s suicide note.

The skill "Les Miserables" has been activated, and the horror and despair you wrote on the paper will be realized.

In the living room, the pen fell from the writer's fingers, which were as thin as noodles.

Only one head of the black-haired writer is still full, and all the other body parts are as thin as a piece of paper. The human face filling its body no longer recognizes the writer who gave up tragedy.

It draws strength from tragedy, and when it gives up tragedy, it loses strength.

The writer's beautiful and upright head lost the support of his body and hit the thick manuscript paper covered with handwriting. Countless faces surrounded it.

There was no light in the writer's lowered, dark eyes, which reflected the handwriting that was beginning to distort. The "happiness" it had just written was replaced by "despair and pain."

The pen it dropped was bitten by the face.

In the early morning, Lan Min woke up and couldn't find a doctor until he found the monster in the living room. In panic, he fell from the window due to an accident.

Human faces wrote this paragraph, all the human faces opened their oval-shaped mouths, and they were laughing sharply.

"Lan Mo must belong to us"

"Belong to us"

"This is the destined ending"

"Can't change"

"No one can do it"

That snow-white and beautiful young man will become one of them and stay with them forever

No--

The dark eyes shone with light, and the white finger bones of the human skin were peeled off and the pen was snatched from the mouth of the human face.

In the bedroom, Lan Min was leaning on the bedside, her injured knee bent, with a suicide note on it and a pen in her right hand.

Write a sentence on the back of the suicide note.

"The writer writes his tragedy."

Lan Mo ended the sentence with exactly ten words.

His red eyes curled up and smoothed out the wrinkles on the paper.

Skill activation failed

Lan Min was stunned by the sudden pop-up prompt box, and her expression showed a trace of confusion.

Lost Cause writers have written its tragedy.

Lan Mo entered the mirror space of the living room window, and a storm composed of human faces turned the place into a hell. The writer was in the center of hell, with manuscript papers scattered all over the floor, and all the pens he could find were chewed to pieces by human faces.

They don't allow the ending to change.

The ink bottle was also knocked over, leaving dirty black stains everywhere.

The writer's head and body with only human skin and fine bones fell to the ground, stained with ink, very dirty and ugly.

The writer who wrote tragedy for the world fell into the dust.

The mottled finger bones were dipped in some ink on the ground,

It grabbed the last page of manuscript paper and started revising it.

In the early morning, the tragedy writer kissed Lan Min who was sleeping peacefully and fell from the balcony.

The writer sighed lowly and clicked the end. The tragedy from the gods brought him unprecedented strength.

All the human faces were put back into the body by the writer. The full flesh and blood restored the dry body to normal. He stood up from the ground, and his white skin covered the ink-stained finger bones.

After writing his own tragedy, the writer finally broke through the limitations of tragedy. With his white fingertips dipped in ink, he wrote a string of blessings smoothly on the manuscript paper with gorgeous handwriting.

Despair dissipates and all those who died because of my tragedy will be resurrected.

When Lan Min woke up, he was greeted by a lively and vibrant world.

Lan Min forgot all the bad experiences and lived healthily and happily in this world.

Lan Mo's injuries will recover.

Also, he always wins when he buys lottery tickets.

As the blessings poured out from the tip of the pen, a sincere smile appeared on the writer's face again.
To be continued...