Otherworldly Merchant

When Yin Xinyue bought the box of rice, I was checking things from the computer and calling someone. She asked me when I hung up the phone: "Brother Zhang, who are you talking to? ”

“The editorial department, the number I found online, asked them about some writers. ”

After that, I wrote down the real name of the second writer, his home address and his birthday on paper, and started looking for the editorial contact details of the third writer.

Soon, I got all four writers' files, and I ripped the paper off and put it in my pocket, picked up the box and picked up a few bites of rice.

I searched the last book written by two online writers, and the next paid chapter cost me a few hundred bucks to sign up for an account. I don't think it's easy to write a book, but I should support the original version.

Both books were quite popular, but suddenly abandoned the pit at the last moment. The comments below initially called the writer irresponsible, casual eunuch. After learning about the writer's death, the comments became regrettable and regrettable.

This is probably why their unjust souls are bound.

I told Yin Xinyue this idea, and she was surprised to say, "Is it a resentment that the pit hasn't been filled? ”

“Of course not, although I haven't experienced it myself, this feeling must be particularly tangled, and this pen binds them through this resentment…” I explained.

“Is this a coincidence?” Yin Xinyue asked.

“No, this pen was deliberate, and everyone died near the end of the book.” I took a deep breath and said.

“In other words, Meng Dongno will die as soon as the script ends? ”

“In his present state of mind and mind, it is very likely!” I'm worried, "I said.

I asked Yin Xinyue to do me a favor. She had a wide network to see if she could contact the publishing house of the two entity writers and get the manuscript of their last book.

There's only one way to solve the grievances of these four ghosts. Fill them in!

This is probably the hardest thing I've done since I've been in this business, and I can't figure it out right away, and I think I need to get help.

Tonight, I'm going to do something to suppress the power of the peanut pen a little bit. It's less of a scourge. Meng Dongno, I'll have a few more days.

A few hours into the evening, I said to Yin Xinyue, if you are too idle, go out for a walk. I will stay and watch. She said it's okay.

I have nothing to do. Just look through the fantasy novel. Yin Xinyue asked me: “Brother Zhang, are you going to consider writing a book when you retire? I think there's going to be a lot of people watching you write down what you've been through. ”

“See if you have time, maybe busy sending your eldest son to school every day, teaching your second daughter to read, changing diapers for her youngest son, and not having time to write. ”

Yin Xinyue laughed: “How greedy. The country is only allowed to have two children now. How many more are you going to have? ”

“Then two. A man and a woman, that's good.” I touched Yin Xinyue's face.

After seeing no one, my heart broke again. I took Yin Xinyue to bed to make a eldest son first. She pushed him half a mile and said: “At someone else's house, can you pay attention to the influence? ”

“It doesn't matter. He sleeps like a dead pig. ”

“Then keep your voice down...”

Just as we were drying firewood, Li Mazi returned. We hurried to sit tight and pretended nothing had happened.

Li Mazi carried a big bag and said with a big sweat: "Brother Zhang Jia, look at me. No, it's done in two hours. ”

“Awesome, you're getting better at things...” I flattered him.

We chatted for a little while. Almost 6: 00, the three of us took turns for dinner.

It was getting dark, and I started to prepare, and I took the same thing out of the bag, the whole wolf skin, the ink, the rooster blood, the brush, the silk thread, the cow's tail.

Meng Dongno woke up passively and rubbed his eyes and said: “How did I fall asleep? Mr. Chang, have you started yet? ”

“Preparing, just sit next to me. ”

Meng Dongno looked with interest at my arrangement in the house. I lit the cow's tail and smoked it inside and outside the house. The cow's tail is a common exorcism, because the cow has spent his entire life chasing mosquito flies with its tail. This tail also has a little exorcism function, but it is far less effective than the blood of a rooster and the money of 10,000 people.

None of these four writers are powerful ghosts, so they don't need anything too powerful to hurt them.

I smoked all the rooms, just left the bathroom unsmoked, and when four ghosts were thrown out of the pen, they would naturally drill inside, and once the ghost was pulled away, the pen's power would be greatly diminished.

Then I blended the rooster's blood with ink, and I drew a big array on the living room floor, and I threaded that peanut pen in the middle of the room, and it was covered in rooster blood. Hang a few more ordinary wolf brushes around it, arranged in a gossip position, all the ropes are almost as long, only on the canvas position, and the ropes hanging the brushes are slightly shorter!

Meng Dongno's curiosity was quite strong, and he asked me vigorously next to him what it was and what it was for, so I patiently explained to him.

When it was all ready, I shook the wolf skin. Meng Dongno asked me what the wolf skin was for. I explained: “The brush is made of two materials, one wolf and the other rabbit! The so-called wolf is actually the hair of a mouse wolf. I just saw that this peanut pen is made by rabbits who are afraid of wolves, so wearing this wolf skin will keep you safe for a while. ”

“Makes sense!” Meng Dongno nodded: “I used to look at the practices of masters in the altar, messed up a bunch, thought you guys were all messing around, so it all makes sense, I admire it. ”

And I laughed, "Did you write something up? ”

“Of course not. Though the plot is fictional, it also has to be reasonable to make sense. ”

“The same goes for us in this business, where we can't just mess around with what we should or shouldn't use. ”

I put a wolf skin on him and told him to stay in the bedroom, not to tell him not to come out. Then I sat down on the floor of the living room with my legs and began to recite the spell. Soon, the eight pens hanging from the ceiling shook up and the lights in the house started flashing.

“Brother Zhang, let's go!” Yin Xinyue said excitedly.

I nodded, continued to recite the spell, and the eight pens were moving more and more sharply, and then the peanut pen in the middle also started to react, and it didn't shake, but instead rotated left and right, seemingly trying to break the rope.

The peanut pen itself is not a powerful pussy, and the whole battle suppressed its aura to death! If all goes well tonight, I intend to push the four wrongdoers out and suppress them directly.

Soon, a drop of black liquid appeared on the tip of the pen. During the dripping process, it slowly became like a person's upper body. The bigger it became, the ghost of the first writer eventually drilled out of the tip of the pen hard...

After falling to the ground, he twitched a few times, climbed up, clawed his teeth and jumped at me sitting on the edge of the Great Battle, but encountered an invisible barrier, hit left and right for half a day, and finally touched the direction of Kangua to escape.

As soon as he escaped, he strangled his throat like a suffocation. The smell of the cow's tail smelled like poison gas to him. Finally, it spinned around the house and ran into the bathroom.

I gave Li Mazi a hidden king bodhisattva charm, told him to close the bathroom door first, affix this charm, I told him to open it later.

Li Mazi promised to go, when the second unjust soul drilled out of the pen. However, it was not as lucky as the first unjust soul. After a half-day of turning in the gossip array, it did not find a way out. Finally, it ran out of strength and was forced into an ordinary brush.

I immediately dragged the pen down, soaked it in a mixture of ink and chicken blood, and told Yin Xinyue to fill the gossip spot with a hairpin from the bag.