Otherworldly Merchant

Meng Dongno also wondered: “Brother Wei, it's not that I don't believe you. In this story, Jiang Huo got a colorful pen in his dream. According to reason, this pen doesn't exist! ”

Wiggo smiled and said that everything can't just look at the surface, the truth is sometimes not as amazing as the legend, this was originally a shady object, Jiang DROWN did not know where to get it, and from then on, the culture rose greatly, but when asked by outsiders, it was hard to say directly, and lied that it was a dream to get a magic pen. Later, when it was discovered that the negative effect was too great, it was disposed of and the old fairy took the pen away.

“Meng Da Screenwriter, I'm not bragging to myself. Although you read a lot of books in this line of work, there are some things we don't necessarily know clearly. Because there are some truths that are not written in the book at all, and what does that say? It's better to believe than to have no book.” Wiggo said.

I quite agree with Wiggo on this, but the shadow itself contains a lot of historical knowledge, which is not what you can see in the book, and I've gained a lot of insight in the two years I've been exposed to the shadow.

Meng Dongno plays with this brush: “You mean, it's negative? Can you elaborate? ”

Wiggo Haha laughed: “Don't worry, it's just a pen, it won't do anything to you. At most, use it once to fold your life for a few years. Jiang Huo didn't throw it until he was middle-aged. It's no big deal. ”

“How many years of yangshou?” Meng Dongno frowned as though he was struggling in his heart. It is not easy for people to take this step, but once they do, they are often unable to return, which is the greed of humanity.

Finally, he said, "As long as I can write a good work, I will bear the price. The life of the author is not about length, and a good work naturally makes the author wonderful. ”

“It hurts!” Wigolian applauds: “One is to admire your pain, and the other is for the name of the writer of Meng Da. I'll give you this for nothing, just think of it as a little caution. ”

“No, no, that won't work. It won't be easy for you to do it.” Meng Dongno immediately stuffed Vigo with a box of money.

Brother Wei was a customer, so he didn't insist anymore. Take the money and say: “I love to make friends. Can you sign me later? ”

“Well said. ”

So the two sides handed the money and did the business. When Weigo reached for the money, I noticed a blood mark on his arm, some new, some old. He noticed my gaze and quickly covered it with sleeves.

I suspect implicitly that things are not as simple as that, and Wiggo seems eager to get this pen done.

Meng Dongno asked him how he wanted to use the pen. Weigo told Meng Dongno that there was a small hole in the top of the brush pen and he fed it with his fingertip blood for three days, without too much, just once every six hours. When blood permeates the pen, and the whole pen drips bright red, even if it is awakened, then write something randomly to make sure that Vincent springs up.

“Write with it?” Meng Dongno asked.

Wiggo laughed, "You're funny. You can always write with whatever you want. You don't have to take the evil knife to kill a ghost, do you? ”

“Okay, I get it.” Meng Dongno smiled satisfactorily.

We said goodbye to Vigo and left this shitty tail building. I specifically advised Meng Dongno to contact me if anything went wrong while using it.

He promised to leave first.

I turned to the nearby retail store and Yoon Xinyue asked me what I was doing. I said to ask something.

A lady shop owner is sitting in the back of a retail shop, watching TV with melons, and I go up and ask her something? Turns out she doesn't care about me, then I bought a bag of soft Chinese, and her attitude changed immediately.

“Auntie, let me ask you something. How long has this shitty tail building been rotting in the back?” I asked.

“Two or three years.” The lady shop owner said.

“Do you know how it stopped? ”

The lady shopkeeper thought about it and said: "It seems like there was a major accident, more than a dozen civilian workers died all at once, who dares to live in a place where people have died! The pre-sold houses were returned again, the real estate agent couldn't recover the cost, owed an ass bank loan to flee to Taiwan, and then it was rotten here..."

She looked up and down at me and asked me if I was going to take down the land, and I vaguely said I was going to help a friend.

The owner of the shop said, "You advise your friend not to do this thing with the money and the water. Do you know what this place is? Prisoners were sent here to kill their heads, and the previous real estate agent was cheap, and there was a big mess. This place has bad feng shui, I never stay here at night, it is said that there are headless people walking around here often. ”

I whispered, Wilco tricked me!

I hurried back. On the way, Yin Xinyue asked me: "Brother Zhang, why does he live here in such a vicious place? ”

“He was attacking drugs with poison, which was definitely not a good thing, and in order to suppress the pen, he chose to live in a vicious place.” I was anxious to explain.

“Is it possible to attack drugs with poison?” Yin Xinyue has some doubts.

I nodded, there is no unity between the unjust soul and the unjust soul. Generally, the ghosts of ancient times and the ghosts of today are a little uncomfortable. I used to use the method of poisoning, of course, to deal with insidious objects.

When I rushed back, I saw Wiggo packing his things and was happily humming a little song as I packed up. I saw us fold back, and my face was like, “My wife just called and said," Find me a basement. It's not a big deal to live in. I'm just moving there. ”

“What a coincidence?” I sneered, “What the cops are after is a lie! You're here to town this pen. ”

“Brother Zhang Jia, you have wronged me to death. How could Dawei sell the problem to the customer when he was in business?” Wiggo fought so-so.

“You like hiding, don't you? Believe it or not, I can't hide for the rest of your life.” I'm furious to drink.

Wiggo's face was frightened white and he begged quickly: "No, no, I know exactly who you are. ”

“Just so you know, tell me what the hell is going on with that pen! ”

Brother Wei scratched his head and looked at me with embarrassment and said: "The money... killed someone before. ”

I wasn't too surprised to tell him to go on, he said that he had been through four masters before, the first two were writers of online novels, and the second two were writers of physical books, so I remembered that there was a news story a while ago about an online writer who had committed suicide because of the stress of his life.

This is indeed an infinite inspiration, a pen like divine help, but it is too negative, quickly tormenting the master with all his heart, and even scarier, every time he tortures a man to death, his soul is bound to the pen.

Since Weigo collected this pen, the family has had no days of tranquillity. All day long, four demons desperately grabbed him and scratched him. He told him to give the pen back to them. He could not sleep, nor could he eat. It was insane.

In the end, he had to hide here, and this place was haunted, but compared to the evil of the four fierce gods, the ghosts here were kindly like uncles.

Wiggo took off his clothes and showed us that his body was covered in flexed blood, with almost no intact skin.

I frowned: "Why didn't you come to me? ”

“For you? Come on, everybody eats crap. You don't understand the rules of this business? ”

“What rules?” I stumbled.

“If you intervene, this belongs to you. You turn around and sell it. Am I out of my mind? I paid $200,000 for this, and I'm not charitable.” Wiggo said.

“Fuck, you want your life or your money? ”

Brother Wei almost didn't make me happy: “I want it all! ”