If the experience on the way home only caused a rift in Tian Chang's outlook on life, the moment he opened the notebook, it directly distorted his outlook on things into strange shapes.

On the first page of the notebook, there is a deep red writing seeping from the page:

Dear Mr. Tian Chang, you have been selected as the ruler of the evil god. For your survival, please read the following carefully:

Please write a strange story based on the first object you touch after touching this notebook to awaken your own evil god.

Note that your story will directly affect the strength of the exclusive evil god, but you can only write one sentence at a time.

Next, please——

Write down your evil god

The first thing I encountered? Tian Chang struggled to think about what happened more than an hour ago. After experiencing the reshaping of his outlook on life, he needed some time to get his mind working again.

The first thing I encountered? Broom? Huang Shen?

Out of inherent respect for the person who made the proposition, Tian Chang still subconsciously picked up the pen and turned to the next page, and a line of words emerged:

Please use sugar as the topic and write down your evil story within one day.

???

How do you write this?

The next day, Tian Chang, who had been thinking all night, walked into the classroom and walked towards the back row.

"Didn't you sleep well?" Huang Shen looked at Tian Chang who was walking lightly, stood up and gave him the inner position.

Landing directly on the chair, Tian Chang pulled Huang Shen over and asked quietly: "Yesterday...that notebook."

"On the revenue desk? What's wrong?"

Tian Chang wanted to tell all the weird things, but seeing Huang Shen's completely normal reaction, his words were stuck.

"What are you doing?" A voice that didn't know how to keep it low sounded from behind.

Sitting behind is Zhao Yuan, Tian Chang's former roommate.

"By the way, Zhao Yuan. Have you ever seen some short but scary scenes?" Tian Chang turned around and asked. In his eyes, Zhao Yuan is a person who particularly likes to read horror stories, so he should be able to give his evil god

Stories bring some inspiration.

Zhao Yuan answered very matter-of-factly: "You search for some one-sentence horror stories."

"I'll tell you a few things I remember."

"I was taking a taxi home alone late at night. The driver said to me: Where are you two going?"

"That night, I saw someone looking at me outside the window..."

This sentence has not been finished yet,

Huang Shen took the conversation directly.

"But your home is on the 18th floor, right?" He said with a look of disdain, "I can also give you a sentence that is reversed. People outside the window shouted to you: There is a fire downstairs, hurry up the ladder!"

There were chuckles from the surrounding area, which made Zhao Yuan very embarrassed. He quickly changed the subject: "I experienced a rather scary thing last night. Subway Line 2 suddenly stopped during operation."

"I was the only one in the whole carriage. At that time, the subway stopped suddenly, the lights were all dimmed, and I was directly pressed into the seat by the inertia. It was really scary."

"Why are you taking the subway so late at night?" Huang Shen once again ruined the not-scary atmosphere.

"Hey! Where is your focus?"

There was snickering laughter again from the surrounding area.

The whole morning passed, and Tian Chang still didn't get any ideas. There was no class in the afternoon, so he returned to his rental house, spread out the Evil God's Notebook on the small table, and fell into thinking.

How should I write about Sugar’s weird story? Even if the topic is about bread knives, it’s easier to write than Sugar!

After sitting there for an unknown amount of time, the sound of fine particles falling to the ground reached Tian Chang's ears. He leaned down and a few crystal sugar sprinkled on the foot of the chair.

What's going on? There's no candy in my rental house.

He pressed his hand on the white crystal, stuck one up and put it in front of his eyes. The sound of the particles falling to the ground came again, and became more and more rapid. The large beads of sugar hit the wooden floor, jumped up and then fell, a short

In just three seconds, the ground was covered with bedding.

The situation is not good.

Tian Chang jumped up from his chair and saw the rolling tide of sugar outside the window, rushing through the window and pouring into the small rental house.

He forced his eyes open and returned to his seat. There were no suspicious crystals on the ground. He took a big breath of air and recalled the scene in his dream when he was almost drowned in sugar. He seemed to have grasped a key.

Pick up the pen, word by word pops out of my mind, and arrange them on the paper:

She killed him and buried his body in sugar.

The note responded, and lines of writing emerged:

Your story is boring and cliche, but we still extracted "Buried" as your evil god.

Your evil god has been awakened. Now please go and meet the "buried" true body. He will be controlled by you, and you must protect him.

Finally, there is a line of big characters:

For now, you are safe.

Tian Chang originally thought that he would write down the story

Afterwards, as long as the pages of the book are turned, the so-called evil god will appear out of thin air, just like the figure he met last night. In fact, the ruler needs to be more proactive, but the notebook does not mention how to welcome the evil god.

Looking at these crimson words, I don't feel that I am in a safe state at all.

The phone rang, and the words "bakery boss" lit up on the screen.

"What's wrong, boss?"

"Xiaotian, could you please come and take over the shift now?"

"no problem."

Hang up the phone, stuff your laptop into your backpack, and leave the rental house.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Tian Chang rushed to the bakery. The boss had changed out of his baker's clothes and was waiting at the door anxiously. When he saw Tian Chang, he immediately came up to him: "You're here, I have something to do at home today, so I can only

I asked you to take over the shift."

"It's okay, boss, please go back quickly." Tian Chang took over the boss's position.

"Thank you for your hard work. You can eat whatever is in the oven as long as you keep the key in the fire cabinet."

After a few hasty instructions, the boss trotted away.

Just now, the boss's phone call made Tian Chang realize that the only opportunity for him to come into contact with sugar in his life is here. At this time, the boss left and left the entire store to Tian Chang to guard it. Everything was just right.

After confirming that no one would enter the store for a period of time, Tian Chang took out the key from the fire cabinet and went to the warehouse in the back kitchen.

Yesterday he and Huang Shen moved the sugar here. If there is no mistake, it was "buried" inside.

The key turned, and there was a sound in the door lock. Tian Chang pressed the handle and pushed the door open. The light from the back kitchen came through, illuminating the situation in the warehouse.

On top of the pile of sugar he brought in yesterday, there was a girl in a white dress sitting. The light from opening the door shone on her hand, which held a glass bottle filled with sugar.

"Who are you?" Tian Chang couldn't associate the word "evil god" with the girl in front of him.

The girl didn't speak. She just jumped down from the pile of sugar and walked towards Tian Chang. At the intersection of light and darkness, she handed over the bottle of sugar in her hand.

She didn't speak, but her crisp voice sounded directly from the bottom of Tian Chang's heart: "Please swear on your life that you will always keep the secret of my true identity."

"I swear." From the time I wrote the story, there was no reason to refuse.

"From now on, I will be your exclusive evil god."
Chapter completed!