Chapter 92: The coffin board of the seventh uncle can't be suppressed...

After a while, Wang Sen saw that Sadako and Bixian were still whispering, and couldn't help coughing lightly,

"Ahem, I said Xian'er, have you thought about it? Would you like to follow me? ”

Only then did Bi Xian'er raise her head, her eyes flashing with cunning, "Yes, yes, but you have to promise me one condition." ”

In fact, after seeing Wang Sen's magic in the mountain behind the school, especially his endless and unique ghost catching methods, with her pen immortal family's perception of the future, she knew that Wang Sen would definitely not be an ordinary person.

She remembered what the queen mother said to herself, how can the golden scales be a thing in the pool, and they will turn into dragons when they encounter wind and clouds, and their pen immortal clan is because the ancestors followed a great figure in the past, which has been preserved to this day.

At that time, Bi Xian'er had the intention of following Wang Sen, just pretending to be reserved, not wanting to be too active.

Wang Sen didn't know so much, and was happy when he heard Bi Xian'er's words, "What conditions?" ”

Bi Xian'er smiled slightly, "You can't be any boss, you can only be my brother." ”

Wang Sen, "? Aren't you a few hundred years old? ”

The pen fairy snorted, "In our pen fairy family, we are only a few hundred years old, and the time is different where we live." ”

Wang Sen nodded, "O98K, Xian'er, you will be my sister in the future." ”

Bi Xian'er nodded and said formally, "Okay, Wang Sen." ”

Wang Sen: "??? Why don't you call it brother. ”

Bi Xian'er gave him a blank look, "My sister calls her brother by his name." ”

Wang Sen: "......"

"Ding Ding, take in the pen fairy, gain experience +580!" The voice of the ghost system sounded in my head.

"Ding Ding, congratulations on brushing the skill from the pen fairy, God calculates."

[Name]: Wang Sen

[Age]: 19

[Level]: 10

[Heart Method]: A yang palm, possessed by the spirit, golden pupils

[Skills]: Xueba, Scuba, The Strongest King, Fire Fish, Appreciation, Digestion, Divine Calculation

[Contract]: Painting spirit, Sadako, pen fairy

[Stunt]: Extreme Fist, Sword

[XP bar]: 58211000

"God counts? Ding Ding brother, what does this mean? Wang Sen was overjoyed, "Can I calculate a person's past and future?" ”

"Think beautifully," said the ghost system, "the Pen Immortal clan has a strong ability to calculate and rehearse, so they have been swept up by your shit luck." ”

"Your magic skills allow you to calculate roughly what happened to an ordinary person in the past."

"Isn't that fortune telling?"

"Don't say it so low, this is deduced from the past. But the more special the person or thing, the more vague the calculation. "The ghost system despises Wang Sen's name for divine calculation.

"Can the future be counted?" Wang Sen said eagerly.

"No," the ghost system ruthlessly broke Wang Sen's illusion of counting lottery tickets and stocks.

"Well, it's not a big problem." Wang Sen is generally satisfied, at least better than brushing up on skills such as digestion and touching porcelain.

After communicating with the ghost system, Wang Sen smiled at the pen fairy, "Xian'er, tell my brother what you will do?" ”

"Oh yes, if you need to supplement the knowledge of garbage classification, you can also say to my brother, oh, I have a good relationship with the aunt in the residential street next to Jiangcheng University, and it's okay to get some brochures and garbage guides or something."

Pen Xian'er glanced at Wang Sen, "I'm not reading pens, I won't click anywhere...... That's why you ask us about the classification of garbage in the pen fairy. ”

Then the pen fairy made a small face, "Our pen fairy clan has a natural talent for calculation, so ......"

"Can it be considered a lottery? Stocks are okay, help me calculate whether my father's Zhangzi Island can still be untied? Wang Sen hurriedly asked.

Pen Fairy: "o_o"

"I can deduce some things in the future, but my current ability can only be counted as some small things in life, and if it is something that changes people's fate, I can only have some vague premonitions."

"Okay," Wang Sen sighed, "It's impossible to win the lottery, it's impossible to win the lottery in this life, and you can't write, you can only catch ghosts to maintain your life......"

Seeing that Wang Sen actually disliked his ability to calculate, Bi Xian'er wanted to go up and beat him up.

"The end of the vast world is my love ......," Wang Sen's mobile phone rang suddenly.

Wang Sen glanced at the caller ID and picked it up, "Hey, fatty, what's the matter with me?" ”

"Brother Sen, it's a big deal!" The fat man's panicked voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Didn't bring any money to eat hot pot?" Wang Sen guessed.

"......," Luo Fatzi explained, "No, Brother Sen, something really happened this time." ”

"Brother Sen, didn't you meet that starving ghost on the beach last time, and you solved it by dividing five by two? You're going to have to help me this time. Luo Fatzi's voice was a little anxious.

"Is it something to do with ghosts?" Wang Sen said, glancing at the Sadako painting spirit and the pen fairy in the room......

"Yes, Brother Sen, you guessed accurately, I knew it was right to look for you," Luo Fatzi called excitedly.

Wang Sen: "......"

"Fatty, don't get excited, speak slowly."

"Brother Sen, my seventh uncle is still alive!"

……

Wang Sen hurriedly went downstairs and said hello to Liu Nana, who was still carefully rummaging through the old accounts in the bar, and Liu Hu, who was carrying tables and chairs.

"Wang Sen, I called a designer, and I'll be there in a while." Liu Nana said.

"Okay, I don't have a problem with the design style, you can decide for yourself. I'll go back to school first. Wang Sen said as he walked out of the bar and flagged down a taxi on the side of the road.

Soon came to the school and saw Luo Fatzi. He was packing.

"Fatty, I'm back, what's the matter?"

"Brother Sen, you and I should go back to your hometown, it's in Zhupu Town on the edge of Jiangcheng, an hour's journey away."

"Okay," Wang Sen agreed without saying a word, his brother's business is his own business.

On the way, the fat man and Wang Sen talked in detail about the corpse of his seventh uncle.

"My seventh uncle is an old man with no children and no daughters, and he has been very fond of my father and several uncles since he was a child, especially to my father, just like his own children."

"He passed away half a month ago, but my dad discussed it with a few uncles in my hometown, and my dad paid for the funeral for my seventh uncle."

"You also know that the old village is renovating the new city, and it is often encountered in demolition and relocation to send houses, and after the death of the seventh uncle, the assigned houses were divided equally among my father and several uncles."

"Originally, everything was going well, but on the first seven days, several of my uncles rushed into the mourning hall, as if they were arguing with my dad over the allocation of the house."

"Then my seventh uncle's coffin board can't be suppressed." Take a hundred plating and read the latest chapter of "I Infinitely Brush Skill Claw Book House from the Demon Body" for the first time.