Shadow Weaver

Author:Long Night of Terror
Category:Romance Novels
12 people read
Last Updated:12/09/2024


Description

As a fledgling game producer.
Xu Yichi is determined to make a national style game with contemporary significance.
From then on, he made his name in history, became rich and powerful, and led the little sisters in his studio to the peak of life.
But...
No one had ever told her before that she would encounter monsters while playing games! ! !
"You young people, don't be too conservative in your thinking, and don't be too feudal in your thinking~"
The little lolita in a long skirt held a bag of potato chips, sat on the table and chewed loudly. While eating, she kept pointing at Xu Yichi's screen.
"Now, you see, this 'inheritance' (chew-chew-chew), of course, there must be 'passage' first, and then there can be 'inheritance' - things that can't be passed on even in the past (chew-chew-chew), what else do you want? Is there anyone who can accept this? ”
"I want you to tell a story to the players, but I don't want you to go on stage and teach people to sing a big show!"
"Go, delete that fancy and lengthy introduction for me, and make Mu Guiying's vertical painting look more handsome - and then the little purple clay pot playing with mud next door also wants to participate in our project (chew chew chew), Remember to ask for more money from that unfortunate thing.”
"——They, the Thirteen Taibao of Su Province, are very rich!"
So, under the guidance (chi) of a group of demon spirits who had lived for who knows how many years.
Those cultural heritages that are on the verge of extinction——
Finally, flowers bloomed again in Xu Yichi's game world.
[Intangible cultural heritage × cultural relics become essence]
[1v1, but the emotional line is relatively slight, the main line is the plot! 】

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Chapter 1 What is your name, Taoist Priest?

Chapter 1: Taoist priest, what is your name?

Lu Shinian and Xu Yichi first met in the small teahouse of Yaoshanguan.

The little girl in her early twenties was holding a cup of hot tea and huddled carefully and cautiously in the chair that was a bit large for her. The sunlight passed through the window lattice and left two traces of hot tea on her cheeks. The shadow of the road is sparse.

His eyes only stayed on her face for a moment, and then quickly turned to the top of
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