At this time, the shopkeeper who killed the "sheep" had already walked out of the kitchen with another person carrying a huge tray.

The Hanging Mirror Warlock who had been dragged away by the shopkeeper a few minutes ago had not only been roasted to a golden color, but had also been divided into countless squares. The warlock's head was in the middle of the tray, and the oil oozing from the skin was slowly flowing down the head's eye sockets, and at first glance it looked like a roasted human head was still crying silently.

After the two shopkeepers lifted the tray to the table where the three of us were sitting, they said the word "please" and respectfully retreated.

The three of us looked at the "roast sheep" with a strange aroma, Lin Jingyuan raised his hand and swept all the "roast sheep" to the ground, and a white paper full of grease was immediately revealed under the tray.

Lin Jingyuan said in a deep voice: "The evidence is finally out. ”

When I looked down at the paper, a bright red handwriting appeared on it. I couldn't help but frown after reading the ten lines at a glance.

The text tells a very simple story, and the general content of the story is that several travelers enter a very strange inn, and when they enter the door, they find that what they want will come true automatically, and whatever they ask, the store can do it immediately. In the end, one of the travelers, in order to test whether the inn was a human or a ghost, proposed to eat a "two-legged sheep", which resulted in a bloody scene at the inn. Someone was slaughtered alive as a lamb by the shopkeeper, and the corpse was brought to the table as a "roast sheep" because of a customer's words, but his human head, which had already been roasted, suddenly opened his eyes......

When I jerked over the head, the head that had fallen to the ground had its eyes wide open, staring straight in the direction of a hell gate warlock.

As I looked away, the Hellgate Warlocks' camp had cleared a clearing, and the head's gaze landed on the wall through the gap in the crowd.

I asked with interest, "What does Hall Master Lin want to tell me?" ”

Lin Jingyuan said: "We met the blood book in the ghost domain. As long as someone writes a story with blood, no matter how absurd the story is, it will be staged in the ghost realm, and even if there is any deviation in the middle, it will be corrected by a force in the underworld and continue to develop according to the plot written in the story. ”

I looked at Lin Jingyuan quietly and said, "These things you said were discovered after you entered the Ghost Domain?" You don't seem to have been in for long, have you? ”

Lin Jingyuan said: "I have already said at the beginning that the information sent by the dead soldiers of the Hanging Mirror Division from the ghost domain is all fake. However, the information sent by four dead soldiers was written in blood. ”

"There is a special rule in the Hanging Mirror Si Feng Hall, all important information must be written and transmitted in special ink. First, because no one can imitate the ink of the Hanging Mirror Division, which can ensure the accuracy of the information; The second reason is that if there is no secret method, no one can see what the Fengtang disciples have written. ”

"In the past, Feng Tang thought that the information written by those four disciples was just fake news, and he just mentioned it in the information and hastily brought it over, and it didn't attract any attention. Now it seems that the information of those four disciples is the most valuable. They all expressed the same meaning, the most terrifying thing in the ghost domain was the blood book. ”

I raised my eyes to Lin Jingyuan and said, "Don't tell me, the disciples of Fengtang always carry a few special pens. ”

Lin Jingyuan waved his hand to a person behind him, and the person walked up without hesitation, put his right hand in front of me, stretched and grasped it a few times, and then separated the five fingers, and then grabbed the index finger of his right hand with his left hand and gently pulled it up, and actually pulled off half of his finger, revealing a section of refill inside.

If it weren't for the other party's demonstration, I wouldn't have seen in the slightest that he was pretending to be a fake finger, either from the skin color of the finger or the degree of flexibility. The Hanging Mirror Division's attainments in mechanical techniques are indeed unique.

The man scribbled the pen on the table a few times in front of me, and then drew his dagger, slashed off his fingers that had been transformed into a pen, and stepped aside with his hands down.

Only then did I notice that there was no trace of the book on the desk where the man had written, and the summons of the Hanging Mirror Si Fengtang was indeed unique.

Lin Jingyuan said: "Once the Fengtang disciple reveals the location of the messenger pen, he will discard it. Let Mr. Wu smile. ”

There must still be a pen on that person's body, and it must not be hidden in his hand, otherwise, this person will be wasted, and there will be no value in the future.

Lin Jingyuan took out a porcelain bottle and ordered a few drops of potion on the table as he spoke, and four words immediately appeared on it - "lonely and unheard".

I was looking at the gesture when the man was writing, and he was writing it.

Lin Jingyuan said slowly: "The communication disciples of the Feng Hall never control the potion of the manifestation of the characters, which ensures that even they themselves cannot reveal the content of the communication. ”

I said in a deep voice, "In that case, you go on." ”

Lin Jingyuan said: "When I was seeking cooperation, I once said that both of us lost all the life masters. The reason why several of them died for no reason was because of the stories in the blood book. ”

As Lin Jingyuan spoke, he placed a piece of paper on the table. When I looked down at it, I had a murderous look in my eyes.

The things described in the blood book are very simple, that is: the ghost domain does not allow life masters, and no matter which life master enters the ghost domain, he will be broken into thousands of pieces.

I said in a deep voice, "Who wrote this?" ”

Lin Jingyuan said bluntly: "The blood book is from the handwriting of Mrs. Sun. Fifth Madam, isn't it time to say something? ”

Sun Xiaomei walked out and said, "Not long after I entered the ghost domain, I saw a vermilion brush pressed with white paper on the ground. At that time, my only thought was to pick it up. It sounded ridiculous, but I couldn't resist the magic of the brush at the time, and I just wanted to pick it up, as if holding the pen was my own life. ”

Sun Xiaomei continued: "When I picked up the pen, there seemed to be a voice telling me to write a story, write anything, as long as I write it, it can become a reality in the ghost domain. But I didn't know how to write stories, and there were people coming nearby, so I hurriedly wrote a paragraph. ”

I said in a deep voice, "You're trying to kill me, right?" Then why don't you just write my name? ”

"I can't write it." Sun Xiaomei said unabashedly, "I tried several times in a row, but I couldn't write it, but after I changed your name to 'Destiny Master', I wrote it." ”

"When I finished writing that paragraph, the red pen and the blood book disappeared in front of my eyes. And then ......"

When Sun Xiaomei said this, she subconsciously looked at Lin Jingyuan. The latter said, "Later, all the Destiny Masters we brought were minced meat. They are equivalent to being chopped into meat sauce by some force inexplicably in the eyes of the public anger. ”

After Lin Jingyuan waved his hand, someone took out two plastic bags from the corner of the hall and put them in front of my eyes, opened the mouth of the bag, and the strong and pungent smell of blood suddenly gushed out.

I glanced at the corpses in my pocket that looked like minced meat, and I couldn't help but be slightly moved—the combined masters of the Hanging Mirror Division and the Hell Gate were more than double digits, and it was impossible for them to protect the Destiny Master without separate personnel.

If you want to succeed in a sneak attack surrounded by masters, it is not difficult to retreat with one blow, but if you want to chop people alive into meat sauce and then leave calmly, there is almost no such possibility.

In ancient times, there was a punishment called 醢刑, also known as 鏹醢, which was to chop the corpse into a corpse (i.e., meat sauce). According to legend, this punishment was created by the Shang Emperor to deal with the Nine Marquis, but it could also be used on the living. If you want to carry out the punishment by the grave, no one is armed with a giant axe or a long knife and repeatedly chop and chop for several hours, it is completely impossible.

Can the masters of the two sides watch the fate master being killed so indifferently? Unless they can't stop it.

Lin Jingyuan raised his hand and waved away the subordinate who was carrying the corpse, and continued: "After the two life number masters were killed, the blood book written by the fifth lady automatically appeared near the corpse, and we also guessed the truth. ”

"Originally, I thought that Mr. Wu would no longer be able to enter the ghost domain, but I didn't expect to be able to reunite with Mr. Wu here, so I asked Mr. Wu for cooperation."

I looked at Lin Jingyuan and said, "What do you need me to do?" ”

Lin Jingyuan said: "It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that Mr. Wu has unparalleled ghost eyes and can see the past and the future. All we wanted to do was ask him to deduce the location of the pen. Only when we find the pen first can we break the game. Are you right? ”

I stood up and said, "I'm still saying that, I don't want to work with anyone for the time being, and besides, I don't believe everything you say. You've arrived an hour before me, and that's enough time for you to make me a good story. I don't want to fall into other people's stories and become an actor acting for you. ”

Lin Jingyuan couldn't help frowning, but Duan Yunfei said angrily: "Wu Zhao, you are too ignorant of lifting!" The Lord of the Lin Hall has even shown you the secret method of the Hanging Mirror Si Feng Hall, isn't it enough to show our sincerity? ”

I looked at Duan Yunfei: "Speaking of sincerity, what I want to ask is, who is the handwriting of this blood book on the table?" You don't know, do you? ”

"This ......" Duan Yunfei was stunned for a moment, "I will naturally find out that person." ”

Duan Yunfei couldn't recognize whose handwriting the blood book was for a while, and it was reasonable. Warlocks usually had very few opportunities to write, and they had so many men at their disposal that it was difficult to recognize at first glance who wrote the text.

Sun Xiaomei was able to find out before, it was because she could see at a glance the unique beauty of women in her writing, but now there are only two women in their team.

I looked at Duan Yunfei with a smile: "If you really want to find out the person who wrote the story, I can give you a wake-up call." ”

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