"Mr. Kuroki, it's inconvenient for the master to meet guests, so please go back first."

After a few days of getting along, the old man Araki also knew a little about his new proprietor's temperament, and he didn't really lie to others.

Said bluntly to a certain tool man.

"Huh? What should I do? ”

The tool man Kuroki looked panicked and anxious, "Mr. Araki, can you be more accommodating?" ”

"It's not that I don't believe in Master Chen Yi, but after the master gave me this pen, that evil spirit still didn't seem to let us go!"

"Not only that, but that evil spirit seems to have found me!"

"I have always carried this pen with me, I dare not leave, even when I sleep, I have to put it next to my pillow,"

"But I still often feel that something is watching me, especially at night, and I always feel that someone is blowing on the side of my neck, and ...... And...... I have dreamed every day for the past few days that I am being soaked in a pool of blood, and the pool of blood is like a living thing, and it keeps pulling me into the blood, and no matter how hard I struggle, I can't get out! ”

Old man Araki saw that the more he spoke, the more frightened he became, and after only a few words, his face was already covered with cold sweat and panting.

"Mr. Kuroki, don't be in a hurry, speak slowly, come, have a cup of tea first."

The old man poured a cup of tea and pushed it over.

He knew that this Kuroki was not a good person.

However, he is pure-hearted and will not show face.

"Goo-doo......!"

Kuroki also felt that his mouth was dry, so he drank it dry, took the teapot again, and poured several cups of tea in succession before he gasped and said, "Thank you, Mr. Araki!" ”

"Mr. Araki, please! Let me meet Master Chen Yi! Come on! ”

Kuroki got up and sat down heavily.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Kuroki, Master Chen Yi is really inconvenient to meet guests."

Although the old man Araki is soft-hearted, he is still very principled.

Chen also had an order first, but he could only refuse with a hard heart.

"However, Master Chen Yi said, that pen, please Mr. Kuroki must not leave him, otherwise the matter will not be solved."

"This ......!"

Kuroki had a look of panic in his eyes.

"Well, in that case, I won't bother the master, thanks to Mr. Araki, I'll take my leave."

"Mr. Kuroki walks slowly."

Old man Araki sent people out of the temple and went straight back.

After leaving the temple gate, Kuroki changed his humble and pitiful appearance one by one, and turned his head and glared fiercely at Tennoji behind him.

Immediately, he remembered the horror of the monk at the beginning, and suddenly put away a somewhat hideous expression.

I touched the 10,000-year-old pen that I had been carrying in my arms, and I got some comfort in my heart.

But the next moment, I felt a cold behind me inexplicably.

The nauseous feeling of stickiness, as if trapped in viscous plasma, enveloped him again, cold and fishy.

Kuroki is no stranger to blood, and he is not afraid.

But at this moment, he was really scared!

"Damn it!"

This strange feeling that had haunted him for several days made him forget the horror of baldness for a while, and he turned his head and glared at Tennoji with hatred, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

After struggling for a while, he still didn't dare to provoke the monk, so he hugged the adult pen on his chest tightly, hoping to get a little comfort from it, and hurriedly left here, wanting to go home and hide.

"Bang!"

Because of the disgusting feeling that was entangled in him like a maggot attached to the bones, Kuroki Koi almost trotted all the way to his chest.

I was so agitated that I accidentally hit a person on the shoulder at a corner on the street.

Kuroki Yuichi, who was still quite tall, was knocked down directly and sat on the ground.

"Yaga Tooth Fall!"

scolded viciously, his eyes showing a fierce light.

When I looked up, I saw that it was a tall and slender high school boy with glasses, wearing a high school uniform, and looking very gentle.

Kuroki couldn't see his eyes, only the light shining on his glasses, but he could feel his coldness.

"I'm sorry."

The high school boy raised his glasses, and the glory flashed on the lenses, said a condescending word, and then raised his legs and left.

"Yaga!"

Kuroki was so angry that his eyes were on fire, and he was a big black brother, so he had to teach this hateful boy a lesson.

But now he is not in the mood to trouble others.

got up and scolded hatefully.

The two passed by, and the high school student suddenly tilted his head slightly: "Uncle with a stupid head, your body is too dirty and smelly." ”

"Na, Na Ni?!"

The head...... It's kind of stupid...... Uncle?

Kuroki was like being struck by lightning.

By the time he reacted, the high school student had already left.

"Bastard, bastard!"

Big Brother Black was so angry that smoke came out of his head, and he couldn't bear it anymore...... You still have to endure it!

"The school uniform...... I like to have seen it,"

"Bastard! When Lao Tzu solves the trouble, he must teach this kid a lesson! ”

Kuroki scolded and said cruel things.

Rushing home as fast as he could, stepping into the house, the heat emitted from the stove that had been burning in the house made him feel a sense of security.

In the past few days, he has not dared to let the stove at home go out.

Because the feeling of being wrapped in blood has always been like a maggot attached to the bone, which not only makes him uncomfortable and frightened, but also has a kind of coldness from the heart.

Kuroki stopped all social activities, didn't dare to go out, and had been huddled at home for several days.

I thought that after getting the 10,000-year pen given by the monk, the situation would at least improve.

But I didn't expect it to get worse and worse in the past few days.

It wasn't that he didn't suspect that he had been fooled.

But thinking of the horror of the bald head, Kuroki still had a fluke mentality and refused to put down the pen.

This time there was no result in asking for a meeting, which made him feel more uncomfortable the more he thought about it.

He took out the pen and put it in front of him to look at it, and Kuroki was full of hatred and anticipation.

Thinking of the torture he had endured in the past few days, he wanted to smash this broken pen.

But I really don't dare.

Speaking of which, this name is really a work of art.

The pen is as black as the night.

The maki picture above is an owl perched on a tree branch.

Silver-white feathers and ruby green eyes.

It's like being in the dark, with a pair of deep, sharp eyes, staring at the prey.

Looking at it, Kuroki suddenly felt a little hairy.

It's as if the prey that the owl is staring at is himself.

The thought of throwing this pen out suddenly occurred in my heart.

But before his hand moved, Kuroki felt as if he was hooked by those green eyes, and no matter how scared he was, he didn't want to throw it.

"Whew...... Call...... Whew......"

Familiar and terrifying, like the feeling of being trapped in a pool of blood, became clearer and clearer, and he seemed to be sinking deeper and deeper into the pool of blood.

Gradually, I couldn't breathe, and my breathing became heavier and heavier.

"Save ...... Save ......"

"Help!"

Feeling the threat of death, Kuroki got rid of the temptation of his green eyes a little and made a sound with difficulty.