I Heard That I'll Be Super Fierce After My Death 33 Pressing For Updates

A female ghost in an ancient costume?

Lin Wu quivered and instantly awoke. He subconsciously cowered back, and his head accidentally hit his bedside cabinet. He couldn't help but grit his teeth from the pain.

Female ghosts wouldn't laugh, if not if it was others who saw this, they would definitely chortle so loudly that everyone could hear them in the middle of the night.

"…"

The red-robed female ghost stood at the side of his bed, staring at Lin Wu expressionlessly.

The cold wind unceasingly blew from her back, causing her disheveled hair to flutter, brus.h.i.+ng across her red-colored dress, giving her a drifting appearance. Her pale face was extremely evident in the dark and would cause those who saw her to feel their hair standing on their ends.

Ancient costume?

Lin Wu sensed the cold intent emitting from her and suddenly understood who she was. He involuntarily asked, "Are you the matchmaker?"

"Life and death, gathering and separation. How many could survive…?"

All of a sudden, she swooped down and appeared inches away from Lin Wu's face. Her hand lightly brushed across Lin Wu's left hand.

Having his face so close to a terrifying female ghost that had existed for an unknown number of years, Lin Wu was so frightened that his breathing almost stopped. He only felt his wrist being brushed across by a few icy fingertips. After that, he discovered the matchmaker suddenly retreated to a distance away.

And in the blink of an eye, the matchmaker had disappeared.

The atmosphere in the house also instantly became quiet. The cold wind, the red dress, the female ghost...everything was like an illusion.

Through the gap in the curtains, bright moonlight streamed in.

Lin Wu sat up on his bed, feeling astonished. He swept his gaze across his room, and only after confirming that the matchmaker had gone did he heave a sigh of relief and lie on his bed again.

"What the h.e.l.l? She came merely… to read out a poem?"

Lin Wu cluelessly glanced up at the ceiling. He couldn't help but stretch his hands out and clapped his head.

All of a sudden, Lin Wu started. He hurriedly turned on the lamp beside his bed and took a close look at his left hand. A look of disbelief flashed in his eyes. "When was this tied…?"

At this moment, a thin strand of red string was around his left wrist, and there was a knot on it.

The color was strange and vibrant, like a red rouge.

In Lin Wu's mind, he suddenly recalled what Xiao Qin said:

"I only want to remind you that you have to pay attention to your wrist. If the matchmaker has finished connecting a netherworld marriage to you, a red string will appear on it. You should be careful."

Lin Wu's expression involuntarily changed.

In that case, the matchmaker had come here specially to look for him and even tied a red string on his wrist. Did this also mean that she had successfully connected a netherworld marriage to him?

In other words, through torture, the matchmaker had managed to force a female ghost to marry him!

"d.a.m.n...why is it so fast…?" Lin Wu's lips trembled.

He really wanted to ask what was going on with these female ghosts?

What malicious ghosts?

Where were their deep-seated obsessions?

Why would they give in so easily just because of the matchmaker's red strings?

Could they show some determination, please?

"My ghost wife wouldn't come and find me right now, right?" Lin Wu's heart chilled.

A wife that was forced to marry him was equal to a wife bought from a human trafficker. Moreover, their mental states would probably be crazed after the experience. After being tortured so badly before giving up and agreeing to marry him...wasn't the matchmaker afraid that the female ghost would suck his brains out if they kissed?

Although he would be very fierce after his death, he still didn't want to die.

What was even more atrocious was that the matchmaker didn't even say anything. She merely recited a sentence and tied a red string. What was it for? Would it make things easier for the female ghost to find him? Was this a marriage predestined by fate, being connected despite being a thousand miles away?

And the most unbearable thing of all was that...female ghosts were unable to bang!

Lin Wu's heart was unsettled for a long time.

Why would characters like Ning Caichen be able to marry a beauty like Nie Xiaoqian, but all his ghost wives were all so shocking?

Forget about banging, it was tough to even be fond of them.

There were no solutions; humans were visual creatures. Who would fall in love with a malicious ghost that was covered in blood and bleeding from the eyes, with injuries over her body and twisted legs?

The fall in love here meant two different meanings. One was 'fall in love', the other was 'fall in love'.

"Luckily, I don't have yin-yang eyes, or I really don't know how to pa.s.s my days." Lin Wu silently felt fortunate.

If he could see ghosts, when he married a few more ghost wives, wouldn't there be many ghosts with terrifying visages staring at him every morning when he woke up? He couldn't even be able to make them conceal themselves and most probably, he would become a mad man sooner or later.

Other than Xiao Qin, he didn't feel any interest in any of the other female ghosts.

After all, who made it that Xiao Qin could transform into the Superstar Lu Shaoyan?

(There will be a day where I make Xiao Qin take Lu Shaoyan's appearance and hug my thigh, begging for forgiveness…)

He was fantasizing for a while before gradually falling asleep.

…

…

"Pak."

"Pak."

It was unknown how long he slept for. While he was in a hazy state, he felt a cold little hand slapping him lightly on his face, as though wanting to wake him.

"Mom, let me sleep a little while longer…"

Lin Wu muttered. He couldn't help but turn his body and cover himself in the blanket, continuing to sleep.

However, that hand still stretched over and continued to smack his face.

"What are you doing!"

Lin Wu abruptly opened his eyes and turned, only to freeze up as the fire of anger in his heart instantly dissipated.

Under the dim lighting, his phone was placed beside his pillow. And right now, from within the phone's screen, a slim and dainty pale-white arm was completely stretched out.

That ghost reader!

"Oh...it's you…?"

Lin Wu turned pale. He forcefully squeezed out a smile and cautiously asked, "What's wrong, is something the matter?"

At the next second, the arm retracted as though it was submerging into a pool of water.

After that, a small, exquisite, and thin red lips materialized on the screen, bringing out a somewhat hoa.r.s.e but melodious female voice. "Sir author, I've already read your novel for the 428th time, and I discovered that you forgot to update it yesterday. Didn't you promise me that you would update it albeit a slightly later timing?"

"..."

Lin Wu's lips twitched.

So it turned out that she was here to urge him for updates?

For other readers, when they urged the authors for updates, they would usually post their thoughts in the book-review zone. Given the automatic filter of Lin Wu's eyes, he could simply treat them as pa.s.sing smoke when he read them.

At most, the readers would dm him on QQ, but as long as he closed the QQ app, it was also like flowers in a mirror and moon's reflection in the lake. He could just ignore them.

As a trash author that preferred the soft style than the hard, Lin Wu felt that there was only a single method where readers would be successful in urging updates out of him.

And that was...

A young, voluptuous, beautiful, rich, and wilful female reader being secretly in love with the author, always scheming to be with him. She would frequently tease him and even loved to use her money to humiliate him, buying him the golden pledge to reward him often. When she was unhappy, she would even forcefully kiss the author. If such a female reader personally came to urge for updates, he would definitely kneel before her on the spot.

In theory, Lin Wu felt that this possibility did exist. Although the possibility was low, it might still happen if the heavens were blind.

However, there had never been a reader that actually stretched their hands out from his phone screen to urge him for updates!

The most important thing was that he had no way to dodge this ghost reader, and he also didn't dare to antagonize her.

"Cough, I will naturally update the novel…"

Lin Wu coughed and laughed. "I was too busy yesterday, I apologize. When I said that I would update it 'later', I mean it to be this morning."

Updating the novel once every two days was something he learned from a fellow author.

The hoa.r.s.e female voice rang out from the phone screen again, "Sir author, are you awake now? You can start to write, right?"

"Su...sure…"