"There was "Telekinesis Anthropomorphism" in the past, and "Blood Gathering and Condensation Essence Technique" in the back, could it be that I am the legendary son of luck?"

Wang Lang looked up to the sky and laughed wildly three times, and then as if he remembered something, his face suddenly became ugly.

"No, if I'm really God's own son, then I should be able to pick up the treasure when I go out, and I can win 5 million by buying a lottery ticket? But why am I so poor? And often being abused by monsters and ghosts? ”

Thinking of his passing in the Eastern Forest Farm not long ago, Wang Lang felt a palpitation, and the cold killing intent hidden in the dust seemed to be vivid, making him feel chills all over his body until this time.

And last night's battle in Hanjia Village was even more to the extreme, and his strength was basically not exerted, and in the end, he was almost killed by a fart.

Thinking about the "intoxicating" taste, Wang Lang was tired, flustered, sad, and distressed......

All kinds of tastes are tangled in my heart, and I am afraid that the only words that can be described are "tired and not loved".

At that moment, Wang Lang felt a little doubtful about life, and he was the only one left to die in a good family. But they all died normally, and he didn't have a goal to take revenge, so could it be difficult to find Lord Yama?

Come on, I guess Lord Yama didn't see it, and a random ghost can kill him!

Is this the routine of the Son of Luck? It's a hammer!

Keeping the cultivation method of the "Blood Gathering and Condensation Technique" in mind very seriously, although Wang Lang doesn't have time to study now, he will definitely not be wrong to remember it.

What if one day you accidentally kill another ghost or monster, and the previous trick is replaced by the later one before you can remember it, then it's a loss!

After putting everything he needed on the table, Wang Lang closed the curtains, covered the quilt and began to sleep.

Time flew by, and soon it was dusk.

Coming out of the quilt, Wang Lang took his things and rushed to No. 1 Middle School.

The cold wind was swishing at night, and in order to prevent the electric donkey from being frozen and messy, Wang Lang decisively chose the bus.

This time's luck was better than last time, Wang Lang didn't meet those aunts who were similar to ducks, let alone the gangsters at the bottom of society.

After staying in the principal's office until more than eleven o'clock, Wang Lang got up and walked with Xu Long to the girls' dormitory.

When I was in school, I always dreamed of going to the girls' dormitory, but after I really went in, Wang Lang found that it was not a big deal. It's much the same as the boys' dormitory, although there is no smell of stinky feet, but there are more strange smells and strange things.

In particular, some girls usually look like a good baby outside, but the bed they sleep on is almost as neat as a trash can.

Under the leadership of the dormitory teacher, Xu Long looked at the four girls who looked like frightened kittens and silently closed the dormitory door.

"Don't be afraid, the teacher is here to catch ghosts!"

Wang Lang showed a harmless smile at several girls, but in the middle of the night, a tall and strong male teacher broke into the girls' dormitory.

"Old old ...... Old...... Teacher, teacher, teacher...... You guys...... It's really ......."

"Okay, afraid of hair? You can turn on your phone to record, but you can't talk! ”

Wang Lang waved his hand and took out the prepared props and placed them on the table.

In fact, the things needed to summon the pen fairy are very simple, a piece of paper, a pen, and two things are enough.

However, in order to ensure the success rate of the summoning, the paper and pen that Wang Lang brought were not the usual ones and pens.

The barrel of the pencil is made of locust wood with a shade, and the paper is made of special paper made of shade wood.

It was basically impossible for Wang Lang to get these things in just one day, so Wang Lang hit Huang Qi with the idea. And Huang Qi lived up to his expectations and quickly sent the things over.

There is nothing special about the pencil, but there is something to write on the paper.

The innermost circle is divided into five grids, and it is written that "Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing" five dynasties. In fact, it stands to reason that it should start from the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, and continue to the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties.

However, even the ghosts of the Song Dynasty are rare, and the ghosts of that dynasty are either scattered, reincarnated, or become masters at the level of ghost heads and ghost kings, and it is impossible to be summoned.

The second circle has ten numbers "zero to nine", and the third circle is blank.

Wang Lang didn't plan to ask the pen fairy many questions, as long as he summoned it.

The time soon came to twelve o'clock, and Wang Lang called a girl with weak yang energy over and asked her to recite a spell.

"Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, come quickly...... Pen Fairy Pen Fairy Come quickly...... It's ...... come and take a turn."

The girl was so frightened that she trembled, but at this time, Wang Lang and Xu Long were by her side, and she could only hold on.

As the girl's voice sounded, the atmosphere in the dormitory slowly became eerie.

A trace of cold air seemed to appear out of thin air, making the other three girls involuntarily wrap themselves in the quilt and shrink in the corner, as for the girl who recited the spell, she was even trembling like chaff, if it weren't for Wang Lang supporting her behind, I'm afraid she would have collapsed to the ground by now.

"Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, come quickly...... Pen Fairy Pen Fairy Come quickly...... It's ...... come and take a turn."

The sound of incantations resounded in the silent night, making the four girls even more frightened.

The girl sat at the table, holding Wang Lang tightly with both hands, as if grasping a life-saving straw.

"Rustling ......"

A faint sound suddenly appeared, and wisps of evil aura continued to condense in Wang Lang's sight, and a ghost floated from the window and sat on the chair opposite the girl.

This is a ghost at the level of a powerful ghost, it stands to reason that the ghost at this stage has been blinded by resentment, and basically kills people when they see them, but this ghost doesn't know what's going on, so he sits there quietly and doesn't move.

"What's going on?"

Wang Lang thought in his heart, and then said to the ghost: "Pen Immortal, when did you die?" ”

As his words landed, the ghost sitting in the chair turned into a wisp of green smoke and burrowed into the pencil made of acacia wood, and at the same time, the pencil also moved under the control of the ghost.

"Rustling ......"

The pencil rotated slowly, and the tip of the pen soon stopped behind the word "qing".

"Is it the Qing Dynasty?"

Wang Lang asked.

"Rustling ......"

Hearing Wang Lang's words, the pencil moved again, but this time the amplitude was very small, just dangling in a small area behind the word "Qing".

"Did he die after the Qing Dynasty?"

Wang Lang thought for a while and continued to ask: "If you die during the Republic of China, you will point to 1, you will die during the Anti-Japanese War will point to 2, and you will die after the founding of the People's Republic of China will point to 3." ”

"Rustling ......"

The pencil moved again, slowly moving over the "1" and "2" and moving to the number "3" before stopping.