After listening to the old man's vivid introduction, Xing Tianyu couldn't help but feel a little unbelievable, and even a little unimaginable. This is mainly because the place where he lives is a coastal city near the sea, with dense population and extremely valuable industries. It is unimaginable that the entire town is abandoned.

However, when the old man said something, it was not like a joke. He had to thank him. He paid the ticket for twenty-five yuan and stuffed the remaining box of cigarettes to the old man. As the old man thanked him repeatedly, Xing Tianyu found a seat by the car window and sat down, waiting for the departure.

I glanced at the inside of the carriage. There was only one passenger in the empty carriage. It seemed that the old man's words were not unreasonable. After waiting for a few minutes, just as the train was about to leave, two passengers came up. As soon as the two people got on the car, the train set off almost immediately.

"Thank God, I finally caught it. This seems to be the last train. We are lucky today." Xing Tianyu heard the woman among the two passengers in the seat in front.

"If you hadn't had to go eat barbecue, how could we have been so late?" the man said in a weird Chinese, sounding like a foreigner.

"You're hungry, fighting is a hard work. How can you not eat enough? You can't understand the logistics staff like you."

"I think you're greedy."

"What's the point? It's like you've eaten less."

The two talked for a while, and suddenly they talked in English and lowered their voices. Xing Tianyu was not interested in eavesdropping on the conversation between the two, but just looked at the view outside the window bored.

Looking at the mountains on both sides of the railway being thrown behind the train and the lush mountains around, I wonder if it was the relationship that the old man just told me, even the shapes of the mountains in front of him seemed strange. In the night, he looked like deformed giant beasts lying on their backs. Xing Tianyu felt like he was driving towards an unknown wilderness, and only the vibration of the train under his butt made him feel a little comforted.

I was bored, and he took out a book from his backpack and prepared to spend some time. Unexpectedly, when he opened it, he found that it turned out to be a book called "The Magic Trace Series" that was actually written by him.

When I left, I was too hasty and just stuffed two books casually. I didn't notice it for a while. I read another one, which was also the Magic Trace and Shadow Series. I was depressed now, but I was very bored and he had nothing to choose. I just had my own books. I read the novels I wrote in the past, but it was quite interesting.

Xing Tianyu opened it and read it. This book was the first book of Demonic Trace, "Demonic Trace: The Evil Spirit Book", and it was also Xing Tianyu himself's first published work. At that time, because he was just entering the industry and was not very good at writing, this book largely borrowed from his experience in the Great Qingshan Mountains.

"Are you also a fan of Lou Xingyu?"

A woman's voice suddenly interrupted Xing Tianyu's feelings. He looked up and was slightly stunned. There was a tall woman in front of him, probably 1.8 meters tall, with a strong figure, wearing a men's super long windbreaker, with a slightly neutral appearance. Although she was a woman, it made Xing Tianyu feel heroic. She obviously had no makeup on her. The wheat-colored skin looked like she should be exercising outdoors often. She was now tucking her waist and staring at him with bright eyes.

Xing Tianyu was a little surprised. This was the first time he had seen such a woman. The young women he saw on weekdays were typical urban women, and they generally had fair skin and lack exercise. Even if there were a few people who liked fitness occasionally, they were at most for weight loss. There were almost never seen a sporty woman like the one in front of him.

After a moment of losing one's mind, the woman repeated her own question again.

"What?"

"I mean, do you also like this novel by Lou Xingyu?" Lou Xingyu was the pseudonym he used when writing about the Demon Trace.

"Uh, yes, it's almost the same." Xing Tianyu said.

"Ha, that's a coincidence. I like this series too," the woman sat down in the seat opposite him without saying a word. "Can you lend me a look?"

"Uh, of course." Xing Tianyu was a little surprised and happy when he met his book fans during his trip.

The woman took it over and looked at it, "Hey, this is the first edition. I remember that this edition only printed five thousand copies, which is very valuable for collection."

Xing Tianyu nodded. At that time, because he was a new author and had no reputation, only 5,000 copies of this edition were printed. Later, when the subsequent books gradually became popular, another edition was printed.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you, I'll have it in my hands."

"Thank you!" The woman said excitedly after hearing this.

"Why do you like this person's books?" Xing Tianyu couldn't help asking when he looked at the woman who had found a treasure.

The woman thought about it, "Of course there is a reason. His writing style can only be said to be average, but the details in his book are very good, and there will be loopholes. Believe me, I have read many books of this type, and you don't know how bad the common sense of those authors can be. His book is definitely excellent.

But what attracted me the most was his immersive feeling, and his understanding of mysticism. This author has obviously done research on mysticism. There are a lot of real information in the book, and many things that ordinary people cannot access."

Xing Tianyu was a little surprised. In fact, when he was writing this book, he did refer to some information obtained from the replies between the demigod Barros and Sphinx, as well as the additional knowledge and inspiration obtained from reading the Book of Another World. Although he did not dare to write down detailed information involving summoning rituals and other worlds, it is a very common practice to change the appearance or use some information that is not very sensitive to describe it in detail.

This is also something he is extremely satisfied with. Unfortunately, few people can see the mystery. Unexpectedly, they were pointed out by a woman he unexpectedly met today.

"What are you doing? You seem to be very good at speaking." Xing Tianyu asked suspiciously.

The woman was really talking nonsense: "I am an archaeologist, The Indiana Jones, have I seen it? It was basically taken according to my deeds."

(That Indiana Jones is a man, and that movie is from so many years ago?) Xing Tianyu secretly complained in his heart, "Are you sure you are really an archaeologist? Then what do you usually do?"

"What are you doing? Of course you're digging holes, bones and hitting monsters." As he said that, the woman laughed, "Haha, just a joke."

The woman said, looking at the night outside the window and the mountains in the distance, a faint smile of longing suddenly appeared on her face, as if she said to herself: "But if I really become an archaeologist, man, can you imagine that picture?"

Xing Tianyu's mind suddenly saw a female archaeologist exploring in the ancient tomb with a whip, but speaking, it was surprisingly without any sense of incongruity.

"So what the hell are you doing?"

The woman smiled and shook her head, "My man, I think you'd better not know this, and even if you say it, you probably won't believe it."
Chapter completed!