YangFeng had been anticipating Chu Kuangâs new book for several months and after briefly interacting with him, he immediately opened his email.
âDing. â
He got an email notification. Chu Kuang had sent the novel over and YangFeng saw the name of this new book.
âGhost Blowing Lamp?â
Such a peculiar title.
It felt quite eerie.
What genre is this new book?
YangFeng was about to type to ask Chu Kuang about the genre of the new book, but before he could finish typing, the avatar of the other party had already gone dark.
This made YangFeng, who has had extensive interaction with Chu Kuang, understood that Chu Kuang probably wouldnât respond to him anymore today. At the same time.
A colleagueâs voice came from beside YangFeng: âYoung Yang, itâs time to get off work. Arenât you leaving?â
âOff work?â
YangFeng, with a deep furrow in his brow, was eager to take a look at Chu Kuangâs new book called âGhost Blowing Lampâ. This was pure anticipation. âQuit dilly-dallying. Letâs go.â
The colleague patted YangFengâs shoulder: âI need a ride from you today. My car broke down and itâs being repaired now. Can I trouble you to drop me off at home?â
âNo problem.â
YangFeng glanced at his colleague and laughed: âThe ride will cost you a hundred bucks, a friendly price from me to you, 01â² Zhang.â
01â² Zhang rolled his eyes: âA black cab, huh.â
YangFeng chuckled: âJust kidding⦠But your house is quite far. Iâll drop you off first, I had originally planned to stay back at work a bit longer to finish reading the book.â
01â² Zhang asked: âWhat book?â
YangFeng answered: ââGhost Blowing Lampâ.â
01â² Zhang raised his eyebrows: âAnother fantasy novel? Since Chu Kuangâs âZhu Xianâ pioneered the fantasy genre, more and more people have started writing fantasy novels. Many have even followed the trend and achieved great successâ¦â
01â Zhang naturally assumed that âGhost Blowing Lampâ was a fantasy novel. Evidently, the word âGhostâ in âGhost Blowing Lampâ was the main focus. These kind of strange and mystical book titles often suggest a fantasy novel. âItâs not simply a trend.â
YangFeng glanced at 01â² Zhang: âThis is Chu Kuangâs new book.â
While others were writing fantasy to follow the trend, Chu Kuang was an exceptionâ
YangFeng also assumed âGhost Blowing Lampâ was a fantasy novel.
01â² Zhang was stunned for a moment and then he started to laugh, surprised and delighted: âItâs Chu Kuangâs new book? Nice! Letâs give it a listen!â
Most people in the editorial department were big fans of Chu Kuangâs work and 01â² Zhang was no exception.
âFine. Weâll listen to it together while driving.â
YangFeng didnât refuse. By âlisteningâ, he meant audiobooks.
Since editors usually have to drive to and from work and canât read books or use their mobile phones, they would occasionally listen to books.
Silver Blue Books had developed an audiobook app which was quite intelligent and could adjust emotions based on the context ensuring it sounded very natural.
While it wasnât as good as a broadcast, it was definitely better than dry reading. With that, both of them got into the car.
At the same time, they began using the voice-automated audiobook feature.
[Tomb robbing is not tourism or poetic artistry, but a technology, a destructive technology. When ancient nobles built tombs, they invariably tried to prevent their tombs from being robbed. Therefore, they devised all manner of traps and concealed weapons such as giant rocks, quicksand, poisoned arrows, poisoned insects, pitfalls, and so onâ¦]
The car had started.
However, YangFeng and 01â² Zhang couldnât help but exchange glances.
Why was the book talking about tomb robbing at the beginning?
Wasnât it a fantasy novel?
The two were somewhat puzzled, but also a bit curious, so they continued to listen.
[My grandfatherâs name was Hu Guohua. The Hu family was a well-known landlord in the region. At their most glorious, they owned over forty connected houses in three alleys in the city, and among them, some even held government positions and were businessmen⦠]
Hearing this, YangFeng and 01â² Zhang more or less understood.
Turns out âGhost Blowing Lampâ was not a fantasy novel after all.
The text was depicted in a realistic manner and was filled with a sense of era, and the story was narrated in the first personâ
First person narrative?
How dare someone use a first-person narrative these days!?
YangFeng suddenly felt a tremendous headache.
Chu Kuang was still the same Chu Kuang.
He never plays according to the rules!
You must know that the first-person narrative is disliked by many readers, many of whom wonât even bother reading your content. If they see a first-person narrative, theyâd drop the book without hesitationâ¦
But he just went ahead and did it!
Old Zhang hesitated, âThis doesnât seem like a fantasy novel. There are no special abilities, instead itâs full of a sense of era, and it seems that the story is about grave robbing?â
âKeep listening.â
Said YangFeng, a sour expression on his face.
Though he felt that it wasnât a reliable concept, he had felt the same way about
Zhu Xianâ and its fantasy Xianxia genre.
Given his past experience with Zhu Xianâ, YangFeng was wary of passing early judgment this time.
Old Zhang just nodded, not saying a word.
Listening, the two became somewhat engrossed.
âTo appease his uncle, Hu Guohua, after returning home, found a paper man craftsman from the village. The one who makes those paper effigies burned during funerals. This craftsman was very skillful. He followed the specifications and made a white paper woman for Hu Guohua, then painted eyebrows, eyes, nose, clothes, and hair with watercolor. From a distance, heh, it looked like a living person.â
âHiss.â
Old Zhang felt a bit uncomfortable.
YangFeng also felt some goosebumps. He always thought these paper people were a bit creepy.
Still, they were both interested in how the story would develop.
And so, in the silence, only the voice kept going:
âA few days later, when the uncle came to visit his niece-in-law, the door curtain of the inner room lifted and out came a woman. She was fair with a broad face and wide rear, small feet. Hu Guohuaâs heart thundered, âOh lord, isnât this the paper woman I had made? How did she come alive?'â
YangFeng and Old Zhang jumped in surprise.
It wouldnât really be called frightening, but they felt a sensation of unease. This tale made their skin crawl, reminding them of ghost stories from their childhood that were told by elderly villagers.
It was unexplainably creepy.
People in the book felt the same: âLooking at the woman sitting opposite him, Hu Guohua felt a sickly buzzing sensation, as if he had swallowed a fly. His scalp was pricking incessantly. The face of the paper woman was extraordinary white, without a trace of blood. The blush on her face was only paintâ¦â
Just then, they hit a traffic jam.
Neither YangFeng nor Old Zhang were in a hurry, just quietly listening to the narration of âGhost Blows the Lampâ.
The paper woman was just the beginning of the story.
Later on, the voice narrated the part about a cigarette-smoking rat; creepy, yet somewhat humorousâ¦
The first half of the story leading up to the underground military fortress in Wild Man Gorge Heifengkou mainly set the stage and didnât have any clear relation to the main plot thread.
The first half was more like folk tales or rural anecdotes.
Then, in the latter half, it shifted to the archaeological team entering the desert in search of the Ancient City of Jingjue. This part portrayed distinct geographical and cultural elements.
Desert of the Western Regions, Peacock River, Double Holy Mountain, The Thirty-six Countries, Beauty of Loulan, Dunhuang Murals and so on were all depicted.
The traffic jam lasted a long time.
By the time it cleared, the story had already reached a thrilling part.
Things like zongzi, upside-downs, evil forces, Lieutenant Goldfinder, and so on, were all explained in detail.
At the same timeâ¦
The remodelled mysterious and horrifying elements of the story also surfaced. The level of horror greatly surpassed that of the initial paper-woman, such that when they stopped at the lane outside Old Zhangâs house, he felt a chill on his back.
âYangâ¦â
âWhatâs wrong?â
âCould you walk meâ¦â
âArenât we at your house already?â
âLook at how dark this lane is, doesnât it resemble a tombâs passage? I remember there being stray cats at the intersectionâ¦â
âIâll switch on the high beams for youâ¦â
At this moment, YangFeng was also feeling goosebumps.
Just as he was driving, a scary part of the story had come on, and he almost spaced out. It was Old Zhang s reminder that allowed him to brake in time.
âThat works.â
Old Zhang hesitantly got off the car, mumbling reminders to YangFeng to drive carefully on his way back. He couldnât resist to say, âWould you send me that novel? I know the rules, I wonât leak it.â
YangFeng couldnât help but ask, âYou still want to read it after being so scared?â
Old Zhang sighed faintly, âThis book by Chu Kuang has created a new genre. Itâs not only terrifying but also well writtenâ¦â
âAlright.â
YangFeng had to admit Old Zhang was right.
This âGhost Blows the Lampâ isnât some Xianxia novel. Itâs an extremely thrill-inducing, horrifying, and fresh grave robbing novel!
The first-person narrative?
It doesnât seem to be a problemâ¦
In the face of an exciting story, the writing method of the novel isnât the focus.. What YangFeng is more concerned about now is, would âGhost Blows the Lampâ scare the kids?