Chapter 21 (2/2)

Fang Yuan’s work was definitely fresh blood to the American horror scene.

If such a good story was ruined, Rion would never forgive herself for all eternity.

Thus, Fang Yuan sat at the desk and wrote while Rion stood by his side and watched him in silence.

The story progressed very quickly.

Out of the four grave robbers, only one person survived because they stole something that should not have surfaced on Earth.

In chapter two of the book, time jumped to 50 years later.

The scene was at an antiques market.

The protagonist of the book was a young man named Wu Xie.

On that day, he had an unexpected guest, which connected his fate to his grandfather’s experience 50 years ago.

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When Fang Yuan finished the first half of “The Lost Tomb”, the story had developed to the point where Wu Xie was about to embark on a tomb robbery journey with his third uncle.

The novel came to an abrupt end.

It was mainly because Fang Yuan was exhausted.

He did not stop writing from the morning until it was almost dinner time.

Even with the body strengthening supplement, Fang Yuan felt a little tired.

He turned to look at Rion.

She was still standing next to him seemingly in deep thought. When Rion read his work, she was already extremely sure that his work would cause huge waves in the United States and even in the entire world.

Rion had actually witnessed the birth of this miracle.

She even had the title of a mentor, what an honor!

Thinking of this, Sakazaka Rion changed her usually frivolous tone and asked in a pious and reverent tone, “Can you tell me the name of this book?”

“It’s called ‘The Lost Tomb’,” said Fang Yuan.

Rion nodded. “Yes, yes! It’s simple and catchy. What a great name! You must write this well. I’m sure Hollywood will love this story!”

She even said that she would contact her network of people in showbiz.

Fang Yuan was not too concerned about this.

After writing for a whole day, he was a little hungry and wanted to have a meal first.

Just as he pushed the door open and left, a hand reached out from the room across the hall and dragged him over to the bed.

There was steak and wine on a tray in bed, coupled with a beautiful woman.

It was Sherry!

“You went out to fool around for a whole day when I wasn’t paying attention, right?” Sherry jumped down from the bed and hit Fang Yuan on the shoulder. “You can’t go out anymore. I’ve already prepared all that you need to continue writing, so you can just stay here and write ‘Candle in the Tomb’!”