I couldn't help but sigh when I thought about this, these two places are similar, but they can't be the same place. After all, there should be many more places like this in the underworld, but the only thing that can make me understand is that it is basically impossible for me to get out of here on my own.

After all, I had been gone for a long time when Xiaolan ordered me to go out last time, and the surrounding area was almost the same as here. I couldn't see her when she was a little farther away from me, so I simply gave up on moving on.

Rather than going around in circles on my own in vain, I might as well wait for someone else to save me. It seems to be relatively safe anyway, and I didn't notice any danger during my time here.

He simply put down the torch, dragged a piece of clothing, and sat on the ground. Fortunately, I had a lot of clothes with me, so I simply lit another fire on the ground and extinguished the torch made of brush.

Looking closely, the brush didn't seem to be burned out, and I couldn't help but feel a lot more relieved. Although it was just a desperate and helpless move just now, this is still Guang Shaoqing's relic after all. If it's really ruined, my heart won't feel good.

Fortunately, there is nothing abnormal, just a little feverish. I sat and had nothing to do, so I just pulled another piece of clothing and wiped the burned place of the pen. While wiping, the firelight carefully looked at the pattern on the pen barrel.

At first glance, this pattern doesn't really feel anything special, but when you look closely, it's different from what you see at first glance. For a moment, I couldn't help but be a little curious, so I looked at it carefully. It's just that the more I look at it, the more strange it becomes, and those patterns start to jump on the barrel as if they are alive.

I looked at it and felt that the whole person was attracted unconsciously, and after a while, I was completely immersed in it. The jumping patterns gradually resemble stick figures one after another, describing this ancient story.

It's a pity that there is no text explanation in it, so I don't understand it very clearly. In short, the original owner of this pen seems to be a Taoist, and he is always holding this pen and constantly drawing something.

It's just strange that he seems to be drawing monsters, and when they are painted, they will come back to life in some other place. After he drew many monsters, these monsters finally found this Taoist one day.

They didn't want to repay this Taoist priest at all, but wanted to eat him. The Taoist priest was defeated by the monsters and had to flee, after which he thought of drawing a warrior to let him protect himself. But this warrior is just a painting, and he has not been resurrected.

After that, all the monsters he drew were resurrected one by one, but none of the things outside the monsters were resurrected.

I can't help but feel a little funny when I look at it, isn't this the cartoon "Magic Brush Ma Liang" that I watched when I was a child! It's just that Ma Liang's magic pen is used to do good deeds, but this Taoist priest's pen is used to create disasters for people.

In the past, I would just read it as a myth, but now I don't think so. All the myths and stories have the possibility that they may be true with me, after all, what I am experiencing now is not something that a normal person can understand.

The rest of the story is dramatic, and the Taoist priest still can't avoid the fate of being eaten by the monster in the end. The monster swallowed the pen in the hand of the Taoist priest together, and the number of monsters without the Taoist priest was controlled.

Gradually, as time went on, those monsters were eliminated one by one. Eventually, the number became smaller and smaller, and many of them hid in the mountains and did not come out. Only the monster that swallowed the Taoist priest was still destroying everywhere, and was finally wiped out by an old monk.

And this pen fell into the hands of the old monk, and the old monk knew the origin of this money when he held the pen. He sealed the pen in front of the Buddha hall and did not allow anyone to approach it. This pen has been passed down like this.

I couldn't help but think it wasn't interesting at the end, it was like Pandora's box. It's magical, but it can't be opened, and it's really not as good as making a torch. If all the facts recorded above are true, even if they were really burned, they would probably have done a good deed.

I think that the old monk in the painting is the ancestor of Master Guang Shaoqing, and this will be passed on to Guang Shaoqing's hands. I don't know if Guang Shaoqing had read this pen carefully at the beginning, and finally hastily delivered it to me.

If it weren't for the lack of a torch today, I don't think I would have had to wait until when I noticed this pen. However, it is not an exaggeration to think that such a pen is forever dusty, and besides, such a thing would rather be believed than not. If it turns out to be true, no one knows who will be unlucky next.

I took the pen in my hand and looked at it, and hurriedly put it back in the box. Put it away after closing the lid, and don't take it out easily in the future. It's just that as soon as I put it away, the fire in front of me jumped a few times and went out without warning.

For a while, I couldn't help but be jumped, but fortunately it didn't happen, so I breathed a sigh of relief and pulled another piece of clothing and put it on. It's just that I don't know how long I can last like this, after all, there are not a few clothes left with me now. I don't know when the youngest son and Ming Yichen will be able to find it, after all, the environment here is special after all.

The more I sat and thought about it, the more strange I became, and the person who had just taken me was nowhere to be found. Originally, I was a little suspicious that he was pretending to be Yanji, but now it seems that it is not. After all, if it was really Yan Ji, she shouldn't let me go so easily, just like the last time I was in the illusion.

Although it was just a wisp of her sense, she hated me so much, and she wanted to kill me as soon as possible. How could she leave me here alone, just humiliating me like her style.

But if the person who captured me wasn't Yan Ji, I really couldn't think of who it would be for a while. It seems that there are not many people who have a grudge against me here, even if Long Jiaojiao is still alive, she will not come out. I sat by the fire and thought about it for a long time, but I didn't have a clue, so I just didn't want to.

After putting away the dagger in my hand, I sat quietly. I tried hard to explore the movements around me with my divine sense, while mobilizing the healing power in my body to wander around my body. This way, although I don't fall asleep, it heals and strengthens my body.

However, there was not even a trace of movement around the surroundings, which showed that it was very safe. But it also made me feel even more uneasy, it was like a huge cage. I don't know how long I'll have to wait after all those clothes are burned.

I don't know how long it took, but I slowly started to get used to the darkness here. The last fire was also burned out, and I wasn't rekindling it. After all, there are only two or three clothes left, and I don't know what will happen after that. So it's better to leave a few pieces in case you need them.

Fortunately, after getting used to it, I didn't panic so much, I sat on the ground and waited quietly. Suddenly, I felt something move in the black in front of me, but I didn't feel anything approaching. For a while, my heart became even more nervous, and I was about to stand up and see the movement, but the movement disappeared all of a sudden.

My heart lifted in an instant, and I sat on the ground and looked around without daring to move. I was afraid that as soon as I stood up, it would reach my feet. The visibility around me remained the same, and I watched more carefully.

Despite this, I didn't know that something was on my shoulder before I knew it. For a moment, my whole body shuddered, and the nerves in my whole body trembled.

But I quickly reacted and lifted my shoulders and bowed my whole body forward. The dagger in his hand slashed towards his shoulder, but in an instant the dagger seemed to hit something. I couldn't help but be stunned, my wrists were a little numb.

I just wanted to withdraw my hand in the attack, but suddenly my wrist was grabbed. I hurriedly switched my dagger from my right hand to my left, attacking him as he held my wrist. But no matter how fast I moved, I fell into his hands again.

Both hands were clutched, and in an instant I broke out in a cold sweat. His body twisted, trying to break free. I heard a somewhat familiar voice say eagerly, "It's me, I'm here to save you."

I couldn't help but be stunned, although this voice was familiar to me, I didn't remember it. But what I can be sure of is that this person is definitely not Ming Yichen or the youngest son. But despite this, I stopped in disbelief and stopped struggling.

The man slowly let go, and I couldn't see him clearly. But judging by his voice and the feeling he just grabbed my wrist, it should be a man. And he has a lot of strength, even if I can easily carry Ming Yichen now, but in his hands he still seems to be a weak chicken.

"Who are you?"

I asked, looking at the darkness in front of me, just wanting to take a closer look. But I don't think it's appropriate.

"Just follow me."

As he spoke, suddenly a bead lit up in front of him. A white night pearl is only the size of a pigeon's egg, which is indeed much smaller than the one in the small building in the ghost world. But the brightness was very penetrating, shining in his hands.

It was a slender hand, and it seemed to be better maintained than the hands of us women. The light did not shine until it reached his shoulder, and although I couldn't see his face clearly, I had the impression that there was only one person with such height and hands.

Ouyang Ze! I almost blurted it out, but held back. He walked slowly in front of him, and I followed behind him with mixed feelings.

When he took the Forgetfulness Pill in front of me in the hospital, he must have forgotten who I was. Now I'm just the mother of the person who wants to marry her sister, and I think it may be that Ming Yichen's injury hasn't healed yet, and my youngest son hasn't come back, so I asked him to save me.

As I walked, I thought for myself why he came here, and I guess he also thought that I had taken the pill he gave me. But since he's already eaten, it doesn't matter if I eat it or not.

I don't know how long I walked again, but there was still no movement around. I remember that after I got here, the man who grabbed me flew with me for a long time. And we are walking slowly now, and we don't know that we will reach the Year of the Monkey.