Chapter 48: At night
Slowly.
Hoang Tuan moved slowly along the wall towards the door...
He knew that in a classic horror movie or a novel, at this moment, the main character would probably go and check it out.
Then, two outcomes would be triggered...
Firstly, when he approached the wardrobe, a ghost would jump out and kill him directly.
Seconly, seeing nothing, he would think it was an illusion, then turn around and find the ghost standing behind him, turning his head to kill him, and finally being killed.
Whatever the two situations were, Hoang Tuan didn't want to see them happen.
Based on the meaning, even though he could exaggerate the modification of the plot, he couldn't do whatever he wanted in this world.
The number of words modified was limited.
After the first change in the train, Hoang Tuan realized the limitations of his ability.
The person who died at that time changed from Tran Cong Hung to Phong Ly...
It was obvious before.
Phong Ly did nothing!
Just because Hoang Tuan changed the content, leading to a change in the plot and causing him to die early...
So, after that, Hoang Tuan knew that as long as the story was not finished, the changes he made would only affect a part of it.
Unless he continued to use the number of words to modify, otherwise, the next plot would be beyond his control.
Similar to the Butterfly Effect...
Every change he made.
Could affect the next plot.
Hoang Tuan had never thought of using four words to change himself into "Invincible Hoang Tuan."
But after Phong Ly died for Tran Cong Hung, he realized that with his limited number of words, he couldn't control the entire plot.
If, after the modification, he became a real champion, the horror story about him might undergo significant changes.
Hoang Tuan himself was a novelist, and he knew it would be difficult to continue a horror novel with an unbeatable character.
This place played the role of the world of horror novels.Then, it had the basic logic of horror novels...
From the perspective of the "author," the easiest way to continue this type of plot was to add more restrictions to his "champion" in the next development.
If such a situation really happened, and Hoang Tuan had used up all his modified words, he would be in a very passive position.
He didn't dare to make changes like that leading to the "author turning back" or not, so he didn't dare to bet like that.
That's why Hoang Tuan only used the number of words to change "small details"...
He was just a "cheater."
If he really wanted everything to fit his wishes, the number "4" he now had clearly wasn't enough.
The number of words modified in the plot, the more, the better.
The time to really unleash his power was when small events or big events were about to end.
By doing that, he could try to avoid unexpected developments in the next content...
Of course, Hoang Tuan wouldn't give up this level of modification, but clearly, this was not the best time for him, the one with only four words.
When the number of words was more...
Except for this.
There was another important point, the most crucial one——
It would take time for Hoang Tuan to modify the plot content.
The content board did not update all at once, but was updated in real-time according to a rule he couldn't figure out.
If Hoang Tuan was in danger.
At the right time, the next part wouldn't appear, or he would encounter a hidden novel plot, moreover, a sudden event would occur, and he wouldn't have time to react!
Hoang Tuan was at his weakest and most dangerous moments...
That was also when he might be seriously threatened with his life, even if he had enough words.
Just like the incident with the insect swarm before!
Certainly,
Also luckily at that time, he had a little time to react, enough to modify in time, although the modification was not perfect, the swarm of insects was still invading his body.
But because the changes fit the content, he didn't die.
If...
If from the beginning, the swarm of insects did not use such an attack method! It would have been a single blow or chopping off his head. Hasn't Hoang Tuan died in the medical room long ago? !
There wouldn't even be a chance to react and make changes.
So, from beginning to end.
Outwardly, Hoang Tuan seemed to have this ability, and he could be confident about himself.
But in fact, he still had to pay attention to the situation around him.
The plot genre started by killing his throat, yelling and not leaving any traces...
That was the only way to kill him when he still had words.
He knew this.
So, for every gust of wind and swaying grass...
For example, the wardrobe was currently making unusual noises, and at this time, he had to stay as far away from it as possible.
His right hand held the axe on his belt, and in his head, the control panel of the novel was displayed, ready to modify immediately when faced with a life-threatening threat...
The content was being updated in his mind.
It only stopped after Hoang Tuan heard the strange sound.
He didn't know the following plot.
Time was passing...
A cold breeze blew lightly into the room.
The bedroom was very quiet.
It was so quiet that Hoang Tuan could even hear the sound of his own footsteps being stepped on and pressed down.
He touched the door.
He stretched out his left hand to grasp the doorknob, ready to leave the room where ghosts might be present.
But as Hoang Tuan was about to open the door.
He suddenly saw it.
In the intersection of light and darkness in the door gap...
It seemed that there was someone behind the door, and the tip of the shoe peeked out from the dark crevice, coming into Hoang Tuan's sight.
Hoang Tuan saw that the content of the novel had been updated at this moment.
He turned his gaze to the control content board.
Find out who was standing behind the door.
It was his mother...
She leaned on the door, wanting him to sleep obediently and not run around...
…
In the main bedroom.
Dinh Phuc was lying on the two-meter-wide bed.
Looking at the woman sitting by the dressing table, combing her hair...
Her long black hair was tied behind her back, and a large red wooden comb was brushing through her hair.
Her hair was not in good condition.
Many places were tangled near the ends of her hair.
Along with the sound of the combing, black hair fell to the floor, and from afar, the floor looked like it was covered with dirt.
When she came to the bedroom.
The mother had turned off the lights in the living room at home.
Probably to save electricity.
So, including this bedroom, there was no light on.
Only a small round lamp next to the slightly old dressing table was turned on to illuminate it with a soft white light so that she could comb her hair. Dinh Phuc looked at the woman's back.
In the case of turning off most of the lights inside the house, her back looked somewhat gloomy.
After taking off the sweater.
Only the thin, flimsy nightwear remained, and Dinh Phuc could clearly see the frail body with almost no flesh on her.
It seemed to be supported by a pile of bones. Sitting in a daze in front of the dressing table, combing her hair in a sluggish posture...
Dinh Phuc leaned on the pillow.
His right hand reached into the pocket of the coat under the quilt, holding a small paper puppet.
This paper puppet was obtained by him in a previous plot, and it had the ability to replace him in the crucial moment...
He only needed to tear the paper in his hand when he discovered something was wrong!
Hair fell to the ground more and more.
He didn't know how long it had been...
The woman finally finished combing her hair and turned off the small round lamp, and the last light source in the room was extinguished.
Dinh Phuc's vision sank into darkness.
He could only faintly hear the sound of "mom" approaching the big bed.There was a rustling sound.The other side of the blanket was lifted.
Dinh Phuc could clearly feel that at this moment...
His mother climbed onto the bed.
Sleeping next to him!
He could feel that after the mother slept on the bed, the temperature in the room seemed to drop a bit.
Even inside the blanket, he felt a little chilly.
Dinh Phuc didn't dare to act recklessly.
He could only pretend to sleep and lightly close his eyes.
In the darkness.
He could gradually see something clearly.
Because his vision was not complete, and the room was dark as ink, Dinh Phuc could only vaguely see the long black hair of the woman turning her back to him.
A few strands of hair still lingered on the pillow, touching Dinh Phuc's nose.
Making him itch...But.
He knew he had to hold back.
He didn't know when this "mother" sleeping with him would turn around and kill him.
He couldn't move around.
His mother had just ordered him to sleep...
He had refused to eat before, feeling dangerous.
Not to mention it was bedtime, and he wouldn't obediently sleep.
"If what the person called Hoang Tuan said is true, then that meal was for her to act after we fell asleep, then it's time to do our best with determination..."
While Dinh Phuc squinted his eyes, he forced his mind to continue working to avoid falling asleep inadvertently.
Pretending to sleep was mentally torturous.
He didn't know if he could endure it...
Just on the other side of the bed.
The weak voice of the woman came into Dinh Phuc's ears.
"You..."
"Why do you hold a paper puppet when you sleep..."