Unexpectedly, Liu Xiang suddenly asked such an abrupt question, I was stunned, and then nodded: "Of course I've heard of ......."

"Maleonn has a pen that will make anything come true. ”

"Yes. ”

"If I say that there is such a pen in the world, will you believe it?"

"Uh...... Unbelief. ”

"Why not. ”

“...... How can that kind of thing be true, it's just a legend......"

"As we all know, stories can be pure fiction or they can be based on reality. ”

"But this story is the work of the modern writer Mr. Hong Xuntao, and it should not be true, it is completely fictional......"

"Yes, it's the work of modern writers. However, there have been good deeds who have deliberately explored the original form of this story and found that there may indeed be such a person in history. ”

"Really......"

According to them, Tong Guò repeatedly compared and analyzed, and judging from the information they had excavated, the descriptions of the original form above were very close to the story of the divine pen Maleonn. Therefore, it can be seen that the story of Ma Liang and Ma Liang should be true in history, but the era mentioned in the story is probably in the Ming Dynasty, but the age of the original form may be much older, and the magic pen he has is not as divine as described in the legend, so his final ending is not as good as we think now. ”

“...... What is it going to end up with?

In the story written by Mr. Hung, Maleonn draws a cash cow on an island and lures wicked people across the ocean to drown them at sea. But in fact, it is said that no one has such a low IQ, obediently taking a boat to pick a cash cow on the sea deliberately drawn, even those who covet Maleonn's magic pen, and the purpose is far more than just greedy for wealth. ”

"Is it for rights?"

"It's not. After denying it, he looked at me with a smile, stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky: "It is said that the pen can draw the gate to heaven." ”

"Oh...... It's to become an immortal. ”

"Yes. ”

The one-word answer freed me from my curiosity.

Sure enough, to put it bluntly, it's still a story. What becomes an immortal, what enters the gate of heaven, after a bend, what is shaken out is still just the skin of a layer of legends.

Although these words were not spoken, Liu Xiang quickly saw the clues from my expression, so he smiled and asked me, "Don't you believe it?" ”

"It's not a question of believing it or not, it's something like becoming an immortal...... It's impossible to save zài at all, the rocket has already landed on the moon, and I don't see whether Chang'e and Wu Gang are ......"

"That's right. However, if there are really gods around you, you may not be able to see it, right? So there is a saying that it is better to believe in what is there than to believe in what is not, such as Qingming, why do you worship, and why do you turn paper money?"

"What ...... this" I instinctively wanted to refute this sentence.

But suddenly, thinking of what happened to me recently, I couldn't say anything for a while. He bowed his head and was silent for a while, and then smiled at him: "Assuming that there is really such a pen, then the real Ma Liang in history, the ending should be very tragic, no matter what era the emperor, once he knows that he has the tools to make people immortal, he is not allowed to search for him in the heavens and the earth, no matter what method he uses, until he hands over what he has." ”

"That's right. ”

"Then his real ending should be ......"

"Killed. ”

The same is true of conjecture.

Although he still only regards these as stories in his heart, he still can't help but sigh softly: "So it's better to tell the story in the way of a story and make the ending in the way of a story." ”

"Bright and happy ending, isn't it? ”

I tugged at the corners of my mouth, avoiding the banter in his eyes: "...... So, who got the pen after he died?"

"It is said that he is an apprentice. ”

"Oh?" was a little surprised, because he didn't expect that the pen had not been obtained by the man who killed Ma Liang. "So...... The hunt for his apprentice has begun?"

"Nope. ”

Again, unexpectedly, I began to focus on the topic: "Why?"

"Because that apprentice is the first to strike. ”

"Looking at it this way, the ending should be pretty good. ”

But the apprentice was chopped alive. ”

The simple words "live ......" make people feel a tingling sensation in their conditioned reflexes.

Strangulation, one of the most brutal punishments in ancient times. The use of this apprentice shows what a great sin he has committed.

He was convicted of this felony because he killed such an amazing person.

“...... Who did that apprentice kill, and he was going to be sentenced to death......" I couldn't help but ask.

Liu Xiang shook his head with a little regret: "There is no record in the historical materials. ”

"And what about that pen? There is such a magic pen, why didn't that apprentice use it to escape......

"Because that magic pen is not as divine as the story says. ”

"But at least you can use it to escape to the sky......"

"Heh, you're starting to believe the story, aren't you?"

"I'm just starting to get interested in it. "It's always interesting to have stories that make people ask questions.

"Yes. In response to my answer, Liu Xiang smiled and turned his gaze to the window again: "It's a pity that reality is always reality, he didn't escape to the sky, but stayed in the world and suffered the torture of his body being cut off piece by piece." ”

"Tortured to death......"

"Yes. In order to get the whereabouts of the magic pen from his mouth, those people tortured him to death in the name of a felony. ”

"It's miserable......"

After his death, people searched everywhere he lived, but they never found the pen, some said that the pen had long since been destroyed by him, and others said that the pen had been hidden by him in a place known only to him, and never saw the light of day. There is also a mythological theory that the pen was extremely spiritual, and that soon after his death, it crept into his grave with his body, and from then on, his soul was guarded all day long, and no one could covet it closely. ”

"And then ......"

Then, the story ends. ”

"It's over?" was still immersed in the ending of the story and never extricated himself, Liu Xiang said lightly, but he had already announced the end of the story, which really made me unable to withdraw from it for a while, and at the same time with a stomach full of questions.

"But, what does this have to do with Hades?" I asked him, after picking out an important point.

"What do you think?" he asked, looking at me.

I didn't say anything.

In fact, the answer was generated in my mind in an instant just now, but I thought it was a little incredible, so I hesitated for a while before saying: "I think that the Yama Well is the tomb of that apprentice, and the reason why you are interested in it is because you want to know if the magic pen is really in his tomb." ”

"That's right. ”

"Do you want to become an immortal too? ”

As soon as he asked this sentence, he saw his head to the side and laughed lowly.

"What are you laughing at. I asked him with a frown, because I felt that what I had expounded was a very strict question.

"Nothing, just I didn't expect to tell so many stories about the well to a stranger who hadn't taken me for a lunatic. Beitang, have you ever thought that I made up all those things just now?"

"So are they made up by you?"

My answer caused him to be silent for a moment. After that, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at me, and he gently twisted the two bells on the strap: "You really have the strictness and seriousness that your peers should not have...... But, whether it is or not, it is also a pleasure to be able to talk about this with someone who has never known anyone in life on such a night.

"You regret it, don't you? ”

"Regret what?"

"I regret saying this to me, and I may have told the villagers as soon as I got back, and then led them to the magic pen. So, at this point you're starting to want me to think I'm making it up like you're making it up. ”

"Poof...... "My words drew a chuckle from him again, "I really don't have to worry about this, Beitang." One is that those things are legends, and they may always be just legends, fictional, even if there are some possible facts by hearsay, then the facts are only possible. Second, your village's taboo about that well has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow over the years, and I am afraid that I may not be willing to dig it when I hear that there are gold and silver mines underneath, let alone just a non-existent thing. You say, 'Am I right?'

It was really impossible to refute it, so there was silence, and I nodded.

Of course, the more important point is that how many people would care about the nonsense of a young girl who has overdeveloped adolescent hormones and thinks about it all day long. What do you think?"

These words are really heartfelt.

Even though I still couldn't refute anything, the displeasure was palpable, and even the faint smell of affection on him seemed to be indelible, and I put it on my face, turned my head to the side, and decided not to say anything to him again.

Seeing this, he no longer made fun of me, raised his wrist and looked at his watch, then got up and said, "It's not early, go back to sleep." ”

I didn't answer.

He didn't talk to me any more. It seemed to be a quick end to the conversation he didn't want to continue, so with a nod to me, he turned and walked straight into the carriage.

It wasn't until he closed the door that I turned my gaze back to where he had been sitting.

Thinking about what he said before, he pondered for a long time, and then subconsciously scribbled two strokes on the paper.

This pen and paper was originally intended to be used to draw the vision seen outside the window just now, but the lines that were hastily sketched at this moment were the Hades Well in the village. There was a skeleton man in a shirt on the edge of the well, because when he was drawing, he was thinking, if what Liu Xiang said just now was true, then would the young man be the apprentice of "Ma Liang", after all, after listening to it for so long a day, I found that in addition to the need for research in terms of time, the two of them are really very compatible.

If that's the case, then could the thing he was looking for the other night be the magic pen?

This thought just popped into my head, but I hesitated to reject it, because if what he was looking for was really that magic pen, how could my grandmother take it out of the well of Hades in front of him? Didn't Liu Xiang say that it had always been guarded by the ghost of "Ma Liang's" apprentice......

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a little cold on my body, so I couldn't help rubbing my arms vigorously and looked up.

The temperature in the corridor where I was the only one seemed to be much cooler at this time, and I don't know when, even the faint voices in the carriages could not be heard, and the sense of loneliness of emptiness quietly seeped into the wilderness outside the window, accompanied by the low temperature and the cold light overhead, it was really a little unbearable.

Hurriedly putting away the pen and paper, I planned to go back to the carriage to sleep while I still had a lot of time, and by the way, clean up the messy thoughts in my head.

But just as I turned to open the door, I suddenly realized that I had accidentally caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye.

This discovery made me stop pulling the door and hold my breath involuntarily.

Because I caught a glimpse of a figure looming over me in the darkness at the end of the aisle.

When she realized that I had discovered her stake, she instantly disappeared into the darkness, but after a moment she slowly resurfaced, slowly raised her head, and looked at me cautiously.

For some reason, her pale face was filled with a look of horror, as if she was afraid of something.

"Coco......" subconsciously called her.

She shuddered.

Biting her lip for a moment, she hugged her arms and replied as if reluctantly: "Beitang ......"

"Why are you in the car?"

"Because I want to find you......"

"Why are you looking for me?"

“...... Because I suddenly remembered...... I'm dead, I'm a ghost......"

“...... So, why are you looking for me......"

The question caused her to hesitate for a moment, then she turned her gaze behind me and took a closer look.

Then, as he slowly retreated into the darkness again, he lowered his voice, and said to me in a voice that was almost out of tune, "So I thought, that thing that has always been behind you...... Big...... It's probably a ghost ...... too."