Chapter 29 postscript

That night, after finishing the last sentence of "The Collapse of the World", when I stepped out of the coffee shop, I didn't feel the excitement after finishing the manuscript, but felt depressed and lonely. Damn people are dead.People who shouldn't die, also die. As mentioned in the epilogue of the previous volume, there was a strange feeling after "killing" Long Bai.At the time I thought it was just a moment, but this time the feeling was even stronger.At the end, when I "executed" some of my favorite characters who have been with me for many years, I even couldn't bear to write.

Looking at it objectively, as the author is the "God" of the whole novel, all the fantasy in the story, to put it bluntly, is just my rambling alone, there should be nothing to be sad about. However, creation has never been an objective matter. When I first conceived the story, the source of inspiration was chaotic and untraceable; there were also times when I was "tranced" while writing, and I would be surprised when I saw what I wrote.I can't help thinking: Maybe there are many stories floating in the atmosphere in the world, waiting for those who are willing and able to write them; the work is born and has its own life, probably even the narrator can't control it.

It seems to be very "God", right?correct.For me, writing is indeed something divine.Otherwise, why is it like asking God for divination when searching for inspiration, and writing like a paper full of ghosts? "Witch" is originally the oldest creative art. It begins with war and ends with war.The underworld struggle for supremacy has come to an end. However, this story is not over yet. As predicted in the postscript of the first volume, "Killing Zen" is a long novel with seven volumes.Although there is one more volume now, the whole story is still moving forward according to the "road map" I set more than ten years ago.After such a long journey, I have not been "derailed", I think I am a little lucky.

People think that creation is only about the strength of one person, and there is no element of luck.actually not. Otherwise, the "Father of Music" Bach would not have to thank God for every song. This book is dedicated to one person in particular. She doesn't know how to watch "Killing Zen".Even if you look at it, you may not understand it. But I still have to thank her. It's my mother. April 11, 2006