I followed Yi Xuehan and floated towards the lake, and at this time, the old man showed a strange look.

"Miss Yi, who is this?"

I have always been hostile to the ghost painting book fairy, and it was he who used Ouyang Chen to complete the Thousand Ghost Record, which is the predecessor of that horror story.

"Qing ....... Tooth, this is the real ghost painting book fairy, an elegant ghost from outside the world. ”

"This friend, is it called Tooth? Disrespectful and disrespectful, this is the first time I've been here. ”

I was a little confused, but at this time, the ghost painting book fairy invited me and Yi Xuehan in respectfully.

"On weekdays, my husband's favorite thing is to listen to people talk about ghosts, listen to ghosts talk about personnel, hehe."

I'm a little confused, the one I saw, claiming to be a ghost painting book fairy, is it fake?

"Okay, Miss Yi, what kind of story will you bring this time?"

Yi Xuehan smiled and nodded, and then the ghost painting book fairy got up, made tea for me Yi Xuehan, and took out some beans for us to enjoy.

Yi Xuehan began to talk about the story of the deserted village, however, it is not like what we have experienced, Yi Xuehan skillfully mentioned the matter of Jiu Hechen in one stroke, and did not explain it in detail, but around the deserted village I created, and those who struggled to resist the ghosts in the Yellow Village, such a story.

The whole process lasted for several hours, and the ghost painting book fairy kept using the pen to record the bits and pieces of the story.

"Sure enough, in this world, there are no surprises, this little brother of the tooth is the one in the story, the leader of the dark fang."

I nodded, and at this time, the ghost painting book fairy walked to the bookshelf and brought out a book, on which was written, Crying Drum, with a strange name.

"This story tonight is okay, I'll give you a copy, Miss Yi."

Saying that, the ghost painting book fairy handed the book to Yi Xuehan, she took it, and after saying thank you, the ghost painting book fairy laughed, and actually touched Yi Xuehan's head, I was stunned, that Yi Xuehan was actually very docile, as if it was for his grandfather, touching his forehead, with a warm smile on his face.

With a pop, the tea I just drank into it squirted out, like waking up from a dream, and all of a sudden, I stood up, and the impact was too intense.

"Oh, little brother Ya, you don't blame you if you don't know, Miss Yi, we met when we were just 11 years old, and at that time, the old man liked to tell him stories, and she would listen to stories every night to fall asleep."

I sighed, but after thinking about it, this ghost painting book fairy existed even earlier than Yi Xuehan and them, and he was definitely an extremely powerful guy.

But in my heart, the doubts about the ghost painting book fairy still can't be eliminated, so I simply said it, the matter of the thousand ghosts.

"Oh, that's the case, alas, little brother Ya, don't you know, in my life, the only disciple, Chu Nan, should be what he did, the so-called Thousand Ghost Records, as long as you collect a thousand ghost stories, you can get huge and incomparable power, but it's bluffing."

I sighed, the ghost painting book fairy said, a long time ago, he had a disciple who followed him, as his little scholar, the relationship between the master and the apprentice has always been very good, but the ghost painting book fairy, the books he wrote, never showed him, and strictly ordered Chu Nan not to turn over the books written by the master.

Let Chu Nan always, unable to hold back the curiosity in his heart, opened a book, and the result was that the ghost qi all over his body was absorbed in an instant, and when the ghost painting book fairy came back, Chu Nan was already dying.

"But old man, why does the book you write absorb ghost energy?"

"Because the old man is a ghost, the things he created took a lot of effort to write, so he is not a powerful ghost, and he can't read these things."

I sighed, which means that I didn't say it, and it seems that the ghost painting book fairy is not going to say it.

After that, Chu Nan began to change, he himself began to secretly learn to draw ghosts and write some things, and the things he wrote would be placed in the homes of some ordinary people, as long as someone read it, after a long time, the yang energy on his body would be absorbed and turned into Chu Nan's power.

And Chu Nan seems to have misunderstood, the book written by the ghost painting book fairy was written for himself to become strong.

When the ghost painting book fairy found out about all this, he found that Chu Nan had devoured the souls of thousands of people and completely degenerated into a demon, but in a fit of anger, the master and apprentice broke up.

At that time, Chu Nan thought that he had already surpassed his master, and as a result, after the prototype was cleanly returned to the ghost painting book fairy, Chu Nan was expelled from the master's door, and the ghost painting book fairy also read on the master-apprentice relationship, and let Chu Nan go, and at that time, Chu Nan took away a book called Thousand Ghost Records.

This is a book that Chu Nan was writing at that time, and the content of the book is generally that a certain place, the owner of a certain custom, in order to prevent the dead from being so painful, the village will take turns every year to tell some ghost stories when sacrificing ghosts.

Some are told every year, and the locals will record these names, and according to the local custom, as long as 1,000 ghost stories are told, it is a great reincarnation, and those who are dead and cannot be reborn can be reincarnated.

But this story, the ghost painting book fairy didn't finish writing, just wrote a beginning, and briefly explained that if you gather 1000 ghost stories, you can do it, and then you didn't write it.

And Chu Nan mistakenly thought that if he gathered 1,000 ghost stories, he could get something, however, indeed, under the power of Ouyang Meng, the horror story was born.

After the ghost painting book fairy finished speaking, I took a sip of tea, I looked at him and sighed.

"Sir, I have a proposal that I would like to ask you to mean."

I said respectfully, and the ghost painting book fairy laughed.

"Xiaoyi, since you will bring someone else over, then it means that the other party is looking for an old man, what is the matter?"

"I'd like to ask you, old man, to join our organization, Dark Fang."

I directly stated the purpose of this trip, and sure enough, the ghost painting book fairy shook his head.

"As for me, I'm used to this kind of idle cloud and wild crane life, listen to the ghosts who come here and want to see my story, they tell some ghost stories, in exchange for the books I wrote, that's all, please go back."

I'm still thinking about how to convince the ghost painting fairy, if I can get his help, the things I have built will be more real on the side of the Eternal Life Society, and when I come here, I feel that it is very strong, this old man, although it seems to be kind.

"Do you know where your apprentice is now, old sir?"

The Ghost Painting Book Fairy shook his head.

"Then he has done a lot of things that are not good for your reputation under the guise of your name, and you ......."

"It doesn't matter, little brother, these are not uncommon for the old man."

Then I said again, do I want to keep my story around, observe it accurately, and then write it into the book, but the ghost painting book fairy laughed.

"As for your story, if you want to tell it and listen to it with the old man, you will naturally say it, if you don't want to, the old man doesn't want to follow it every day, record it or something, it's too cumbersome."

I was a little anxious, because this time I came out, I was with great confidence, and I wanted to convince the ghost painting book fairy to be able to join, but this moment, it failed.

"Oh, by the way, old sir, do you like those strange stories?"

I asked.

"That's natural, the old man has heard all kinds of strange stories in this world, and I like it very much."

"So, old man, if I tell you three strange stories, would you join in?"

As soon as I finished speaking, interest appeared on the face of the ghost painting book fairy.

"But it doesn't hurt to say it."

I pondered and began to talk about the three guys I had met, one was looking at a wordless book, the other was looking for a destination that I didn't know where to go, and the other was using great power to hit a pillar of light that would never fall, and insisted that it could be done.

As soon as I finished speaking, the face of the ghost painting book fairy showed a look of joy.

"Indeed, these three people are very strange, according to what you said, Little Brother Ya, this story is very strange, it seems to be ordinary, but I want to know why the three of them did this."

I was waiting for an answer from the Ghost Drawing Book Fairy, but at this time, he shook his head.

"The story of these three people, although strange, is not as strange as the story I know, please go back, little brother Ya."

At this time, Yi Xuehan giggled on the side, and then covered his mouth and looked at the ghost painting book fairy.

"Book Fairy, I'll tell you a story, how about it, if you're satisfied, join the Dark Fang."

I looked at Yi Xuehan gratefully, but she asked me to wait outside, so I came to the forest on the other side of the lake, leaned against a tree, and waited quietly.

I've heard about the ghost painting book fairy countless times, and he is also a very peculiar existence in the ghost path, never intervening in any party's forces, and going alone.

After a long time, I saw Yi Xuehan floating towards me, as soon as I raised my hand, I made an OK gesture, my eyes widened in surprise, looking at Yi Xuehan, I don't know how she persuaded the ghost painting book fairy, and then Yi Xue Han ripped off one of my ghost and sent it to the ghost painting book fairy, we made an appointment, and when we found the base, he would come over.

"I also need an old driver."

I muttered, and Yi Xuehan looked at me.

"Is it Lin Rui?"

I smuttered, at present, what I want to know most is where Lin Rui is, he is also an indispensable existence for me, if I want to overthrow the Eternal Life Society, I must gather these powerful guys.