"When I was writing the book in the past, the old man of the Wu Family gave me a lot of money. Just a few days ago, he called and asked if I could help criticize the old man of the Yang Family in Tong City. It seems that today is the day that I can repay back his kindness."

With such thoughts, Liu Fei turned on the computer and started typing, and soon, a long text was posted.

"In recent years, novels can really be written by anyone. Even the old people over a hundred years old have jumped out to join the fun. This is fine. However, it is really ridiculous to want to give pointers to other people!"

"Speaking of novels, in my entire life, I only admire three works, and they are "The Return of the Eagle Heroes", "Little Qi Flying Knife", and "The Legend of the Eagle Heroes". As for the so-called "Battle Through the Paradise", I have also read it specially. Unfortunately, there is no literary value."

"A nine-line writer like him is not even qualified to lift my shoes. If this kind of novel sells well, it will be serious harm to the entire online novel industry, yeah, like a rat shit in a pot of porridge."

"Also, I will make a request to the National Writers Association, to the literature department, to resist this kind of rubbish works, to implement stricter management of online literature, to ensure high quality, and to ensure that it has literary value."

After this post was sent out, a large number of comments suddenly appeared.

"Support Chairman Liu!"

"I like the "Infinity Mountain of Chaotic Snow" written by Chairman Liu very much."

"Yes, some people just don't have any brain, yet they want to mass-produce writers? Do they think a writer is a species that can be bred randomly like dogs?"

"Battle Through the Paradise is just a rubbish novel, so only a rubbish old man like him would like to read it. There really is a generation gap between us, young people and old people."

Almost all the comments supported Liu Fei unconditionally.

This made Liu Fei feel very happy and quite proud of himself. Even if he had not been able to create another outstanding work in the past few years, his influence as a 'great god' was still there. His fans with brain disabilities were too many to count.

"A 100-year-old man who is about to fall into the soil like you wants to mix in this 'water' too? Hehe, I think you really are too idle!"

After turning a few pages of comments, Liu Fei sighed with emotion. Then, he took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Elder Wu, I just published a post, did you see it?" As soon as the call was connected, Liu Fei immediately said in a flattering tone.

"I saw it, not bad!" A majestic and old voice sounded over the phone.

"That's good, that's good," Liu Fei repeatedly said while a smile.

Old Wu continued, "You can make this kind of post more often in the future, but the focus should be on the Great Energy Pill. Make sure to attack him with all your might."

Liu Fei narrowed his eyes and chuckled, "Don't worry, Elder Wu, I know how to operate it. As long as the time is right, I will definitely squirt him to death."

"By the way, you haven't written a book lately, have you? Find a time and write a book on the internet. I will give you a token of our friendship when the time comes," Elder Wu said.

Liu Fei beamed, "Oh, Elder Wu, we have known each other for so many years, so that kind of thing is not necessary at all."

During the phone call, the two spoke very politely to each other, but the smile on Liu Fei's face was so wide enough to explain that.

He really wanted that 'token of friendship'. After all, Elder Wu had always been very generous when he gave out the so-called 'token of friendship'.

...

In the Yang Family courtyard, in the secret room.

After Yang Song left the Sunshine Office Building, he went to the market to buy a lot of decoration materials. Today, he was planning to put metal tiles on the Undead Steel Scavenger's hole.

The Undead Steel Scavenger's eyes glanced at Yang Song from time to time. Soon, it finally walked away from the wall, and only then did Yang Song smile and speak.

"This hole is three meters long and three meters wide. You can move around freely."

"Besides, you don't know how to make holes. So putting these metal tiles on it is actually for your own good. Think about it. If you move around and accidentally damage the wall of the hole, you will be crushed to death. Therefore, I will reinforce the hole with these metal tiles."

"In this place, food and accommodation are provided by me. You don't have to go outside to take risks. This kind of life is a dream pursued by everyone. You know, many beautiful female warriors asked for this kind of treatment from me in the past, but I never gave it to them!"

Undead Steel Scavenger, "…"

It didn't believe a word that Yang Song had just said, but it didn't know how to refute it.

After the metal tiles were pasted, Yang Song proceeded to weld metal thorns up to ten centimeters long inside the hole.

At this time, the Undead Steel Scavenger, who was lying weakly on the ground, looked at Yang Song again, its eyes almost popped out.

"This is also for your sake! The scales on your body are too hard. If you stay here for a long time, you will definitely be bored. What if your body is itchy? So I plan to weld this kind of solid thorns to all places except the ground. If you are bored, you can rub it with your body, which is also a form of entertainment."

Yang Song glanced at the Undead Steel Scavenger and said seriously.

Undead Steel Scavenger, "…"

'Your mom's entertainment method! Although my scales are strong, I am not so stupid to the point of rubbing my body against this kind of extremely sharp long metal thorns.'

Unfortunately, it couldn't speak. It could only stare with round eyes and suffer its own anger inside.

However, when Xiao Laoxu, who was originally watching the play next to him, saw those long metal thorns being welded into the hole, his body trembled slightly as he quickly jumped away from that hole.

Among the ten exercise books, he had finished doing one, but the other nine books were really difficult. Therefore, he lazed around here and there.

He wanted Luo Xiang's help, but thinking of Yang Song's treatment of Undead Steel Scavengers, he immediately dispelled that idea.

This, he would try to do the other nine books as soon as possible.

...

Two hours later, the hole was finally completed.

In addition to metal tiles, toilet papers, flush toilets, etc. were also installed inside.

He had to make sure that the scavenger's excrement could be drained through the toilet, and the smell would not spread into the secret room.

After everything was finished, Yang Song clapped his hands and focused all of his attention on the Undead Steel Scavenger.

"Hey, your injury has completely recovered. When I left this morning, the two scales that I pulled out have also grown. There is no scar at all. Your ability is really worth the praise!"

Yang Song smiled at the expressionless Undead Steel Scavenger.

"Since your recovery is so fast, you can provide more scales."

While speaking, Yang Song stroked the white beard on his chin gently.

Then he lifted his foot, intending to step on the Undead Steel Scavenger's neck and pull out the scales with his bare hands.

Whoosh, whoosh!

However, this time, before he had time to do it, the Undead Steel Scavenger shook its body, and suddenly the two scales fell off and flew to Yang Song's side 'magically'.

When he saw this, Yang Song was very pleased, "Not bad, you have a high IQ. So in the future, you will have to provide four pieces of your scale every day."

After the Undead Steel Scavenger heard this, its body trembled slightly as it wanted to get angry and wanted to fight against this old humanoid evil creature.

But then, the scene in the park where its head was easily penetrated and the intense pain swelled up appeared again, as if it was a warning, and this brought a huge shadow to it.

In addition, Yang Song had grown from young to old, which it had seen with its own eyes.

The most important thing was that its instinct as an abyssal beast told it that the human being in front of it was very powerful and couldn't be seen through at all.

If it dared to resist, it might really die miserably here. It didn't know if this old man was actually a shape-shifting monster or some kind of evil creature.

So to survive, it must bow its head obediently!