The little boy's words directly shocked me, although I was shocked, but I still controlled my emotions and didn't let the other party see the slightest problem.

I read the booklet, and there wasn't a word on it at all, and if I wasn't mistaken, the kid was lying.

Also, this little boy didn't sleep in the middle of the night, just ran around in the corridor, and his family didn't care.

He said that the runes of the ghost gate on the first floor were drawn by him, and to be honest, I don't believe it at all, how could a little boy paint the runes of the Yin Dynasty.

If you don't say it's me, even if Wan Qinggu is here, it's hard to draw such a thing.

This boy doesn't want Yang Min to live too long, the child's heart is kind, but his hatred is also big, there should be some contradiction.

He said that Yang Min's name was on the book, and this Yang Min could live to be seventy-five years old, isn't this even more nonsense.

There are many such popular names, or the person who lost the book is also called Yang Min.

I looked at the little boy and said curiously, "Then can you tell my brother why you want her to die." ”

This time, the little boy directly rejected me, and it can be said that he wanted Yang Min to die, and there was no reason for him.

Seeing that he refused, I was ready to return the paper crane, after all, Yang Min's life was at stake, and this joke couldn't be made.

"Then can you return the paper crane in your hand to my brother, if the things in your hand are not exchanged for this woman, she will become a female zombie, and it will be even more difficult to deal with at that time."

Now, it can't be tough, and you can only use coaxing and deception.

But the boy was unmoved, and said in a firm voice: "You lie, this book says that after her soul leaves the body, if the soul does not return within seven days, the body will rot and die completely." ”

"Now her soul is in my hands, and if I want her to die, she has to die."

This kid doesn't eat hard and soft.

However, he didn't leave the book just now, is it really a book that I can't see the words of?

Thinking of this, I thought about it for a while and continued to speak: "Do you have your brother's name in this book, and see how old my brother can live." ”

Originally, it was just a joke of mine, but I didn't expect that this child really took it seriously, took out half a brush from his pocket, and said it was a bad pen.

Then, I took out the notebook I had put away, and saw that he was quite serious about pretending to be good, I sat on the sofa and didn't move, as long as he didn't destroy Yang Min's soul, everything else was easy to say.

"Brother, what's your name?"

"Jiang Chen."

Seeing him write my name in a notebook, I sat on the couch and ignored it.

The next moment, the kid let out a sigh and looked up at me violently.

"Brother, you're not human."

Bah.

What does it mean that I am not a human being, and your whole family is not a human being.

I cursed, and the little boy ran in with the book, stood a meter away from me, and showed me the contents of the book, which included my name and my birth date on it.

Seeing this scene, it is impossible to say that my heart is not shocked, I only said my name, and the little boy who was born was absolutely unknown.

In addition to my name and eight characters, there are eight characters on this page: beyond the six paths, life and death are unknown.

What is outside the six realms, and what is life and death are unknown.

"Brother, you're a ghost."

I looked at the little boy and didn't pay attention to it, but I was shocked in my heart, and soon I reacted, I don't even know what this thing is, although he can show my eight characters, but it can't directly say that I'm not human.

"Kid, where did you get this book?" I asked nervously.

When the boy saw that I was abnormal, he quickly put the book away, as if he were afraid that I would snatch it from him.

"I won't tell you."

I didn't ask much, just wondering what it was, and the rotten pen in his hand, which didn't look like anything ordinary now.

"Can you show me your pen?" I opened my mouth tentatively.

This time, instead of refusing, he put the pen in my hand.

I took the tip of the pen and looked at it, and found that the position of the broken barrel and the flat surface of the cut surface showed that it was cut off with a sharp knife, and the material used in this head was something I had never encountered.

The brushes we see are basically made of wool wolf hair or dog tail hair, but this is not the same as the pen head, which is thinner than hair but not hair, but iron wire.

Stylus.

And the ink on the head can't be stained on the body at all.

Won't it really be?

I have a hunch that if it's as I guessed, then this thing is a hot potato.

"Give the pen back to you, and you will check someone's name for me."

With that, I told the boy my father's name, and soon the results appeared.

"Brother, there is no such person."

I looked at the blank space on the book, and my head was confused.

"Check one more!"

As I spoke, I told him my mother's name. Ivy

But after the little boy finished writing, he was also stunned for a moment, and I looked at the situation in the book, and as soon as my mother's name was written, the name disappeared.

"What's going on?" I asked.

The little boy shook his head.

I can't figure out if it's a problem with the book or if my family has a problem with it.

"Brother, I'm doing my brother one last favor, and I'll check one more person, Xu Chuan."

The little boy wrote Xu Chuan's name on the book, and soon a large page appeared, I took the booklet and looked at it a few times, and Xu Chuan's life and death were all clearly recorded.

Why is Xu Chuan's okay, my life and death have not been revealed.

"Brother, why aren't you human?"

I.......

Without saying much, I returned the book to the child, but thought about my own affairs, why the lives and deaths of my father and my mother were not recorded, could it be that the names of the two of them were fake?

This should be the only explanation, as for the book and the pen, it should be something underground.

"Boy, are you afraid of ghosts?" I asked solemnly.

The kid was startled by me, with a little horror in his eyes.

"My mom said there are no ghosts in the world."

I laughed, listening to his inconsistent words, not knowing what to say.

"You listen to my brother now, if you like this book, you can keep it yourself, but you must not learn the things in it again, otherwise it will not be beneficial to yourself."

"I don't know how many things you have learned, but you have already caused trouble, the ghost gate runes downstairs, the communication of the yin and yang world, those yin spirits were released by you, and now this woman is half dead, these are all movements made by you."

"Whether there are ghosts in the world or not, you need to find out by yourself, but if you know the ghost runes, you should know that there are many things in this world that you don't know."

"My brother is a Taoist priest and can touch these things, but you are only a mortal, and the reason why you are so powerful is because of this pen."

"If you swagger in front of people, I'm afraid it won't do you and your family any good, I hope you can understand."

As I spoke, I patted him on the shoulder.

The boy looked at me, then at the book and pen in his hand.

I'm not trying to scare him, if I'm not mistaken, this thing should be the stuff of the Iron Pen Judge of the Underworld, but I don't know why it fell into the hands of this child.

Fortunately, it fell into the hands of this child, and if it fell into the hands of someone with ill intentions, maybe he would change a person's life and death without permission.

I took out a yellow talisman from my pocket, put it in the boy's hand, and told him to hurry back.

The boy put away all his belongings, and when he was gone, I closed the door and opened the paper crane in my hand.

This kid is still too young, I don't need to do anything, I really can't get this paper crane back.

Pressing Yang Min's three souls and six spirits back into her body, I was relieved to see that she began to breathe smoothly.

While waiting for Yang Min to wake up, I looked at the booklet and pen in my hand, although this thing is the boy, but I can only use some extraordinary means to steal it, this thing is a hot potato for any worldly person.

The things of the iron pen judge are not so easy to take.

I thought about using a pen to tick my name, but I thought about it, and ended up using a seal to seal the paper and pen.

The things in the underworld are not so easy to take, and the kid used this iron pen to outline the runes of the ghost gate, I'm afraid that the future will not be easy.

At noon, Yang Min woke up from her sleep, and when she saw that she was fine, I left from the place where she lived, and the ghost gate runes were destroyed by me, and those dirty things naturally did not exist.

When I came out of the apartment building, the feeling of being watched was gone.

It seems that the problem is completely solved.

I didn't go to school directly, but asked my tutor to ask me for leave, and now I have to return this head and the booklet to the underground as soon as possible.

I went inside the warehouse and closed the door, and the whole warehouse was dark.

I took the white ash and started drawing talismans on the ground.

Then he spread half a sack of paper money all over the ground, and there was no shortage of incense burner tributes, plus this warehouse was originally heavy in yin, and what I want to do now is to invite yin.

I unscrewed the liquor and filled all the glasses on the floor.

Three sticks of incense worship the gods.

With everything ready, I picked up a bowl and put a raw egg upside down on the floor, then placed the pen and booklet on the floor.

"Today's juniors are brave, communicate with the nine ghosts, return the things in the lower house, and ask the ghost brake to open the door and take back the underworld."

With that, I stooped to my knees and slammed my head on the upside-down bowl.

I didn't dare to get up without moving.

Time passed minute by minute, there was silence all around, and after about ten minutes, with a gust of wind blowing, those paper coins scattered in all directions, flying in the air.

Then there was the sound of the wine being drunk, and I didn't dare to look up, I didn't know what the yin looked like, let alone snoop.

Syllable!

The buckle bowl pressed on my forehead was directly shattered in half.

My back was already chilling at the moment, and when I looked up, everything around me was in disarray, all the wine glasses were emplenized, all the paper money had turned to black ashes, and the pen and booklet placed in front of the incense burner were gone.

I picked up the egg from the ground and beat it in the censer, and the yolk was gone.