Three thatched huts, arranged in a straight row.

Looking at these three thatched houses, Ji Han had doubts in his heart.

Looking around, Ji Han found that his surroundings were foggy, and except for the three thatched houses, the rest of the surrounding space could not see anything clearly.

Walking slowly, Ji Han came to the front of the first thatched house.

Standing in front of the thatched house, Ji Han gently pushed the wooden door.

Without making any sound, the wooden door slowly opened.

Looking inside the thatched house, Ji Han found that there was only one table in the thatched house, and on the table, there was a book, and next to the book, there were pens, ink, and inkstones.

Ji Han has always liked books very much, otherwise he would not have read many literary books to learn knowledge, and he also collected all literary works to edit the library.

Finding a book in the thatched house, Ji Han stepped forward to take a look.

Taking a closer look, Ji Han found that the book covers on the table were very quaint, as if they had experienced endless historical vicissitudes.

"What kind of book is this? Why is there no name? ”

Looking at the quaint cover of the book, Ji Han said secretly in his heart.

Stretching out his hand to open the cover of the book, Ji Han wanted to deduce the origin of the book from the content of the book.

But when the book was opened, Ji Han found that there was not a word in it, and when he turned it back, there was still none, and the whole book was just a very simple stack of wordless rice paper.

"Why is that?"

Ji Han was amazed in his heart.

Then, Ji Han looked around the thatched hut again, but there was still nothing around, nothing around.

"A thatched house, there is a table in the thatched house, and there is a book on the table, and the book has not a word, and next to the book, there is a pen and ink inkstone."

Ji Han began to think.

Suddenly, Ji Han focused his attention on the pen and ink inkstone next to the book.

"Could it be? This thatched hut named Wu is used to practice calligraphy? ”

Ji Han thought uncertainly in his heart.

Ji Han is a man of action, he doesn't like to be entangled in a problem all the time, so he is ready to pick up the ink on the side and prepare to grind it in the inkstone.

But as soon as this thought came to him, Ji Han felt as if something was pouring out of his fingers in his body.

"The power of the stars?"

Seeing the soft white starlight gushing out from his fingers, Ji Han was surprised in his heart.

The power of the stars, which can only be possessed after becoming a child.

And Ji Han remembers very clearly that he is still just a scholar with no literary qualifications.

Suddenly, Ji Han thought of what happened to him before he came to this mysterious space again.

"Have I become a godsend? However, there is no record in the book that the Heavenly Gift Children will open up an independent space with three thatched houses. ”

With doubts, Ji Han was ready to withdraw the power of the stars emanating from his fingers.

The power of the stars has to be kept for Yun Zhu to heal his injuries, and Ji Han knows very well that the power of the stars is difficult to recover, and he doesn't want to waste the power of the stars here.

As soon as the idea of recovering the power of the stars was generated, Ji Han was surprised to find that the power of the stars emanating from his fingers actually floated to the pen and ink inkstone on the table.

Absorbing the power of the stars, the ink block and the inkstone actually moved, and the ink block was directly suspended above the inkstone, as if it was about to fall into the inkstone at any time, and some clear water gushed out from the inkstone below the ink block.

Seeing this kind of strange scene, Ji Han was extremely surprised, because he had never seen such a scene.

After an instant, the ink cube floating in the air slowly fell into the inkstone, and then as if someone was holding it, it was actually ground back and forth in the inkstone, and the water in the inkstone instantly turned inky black.

"It actually absorbed the power of my stars, and then sharpened the ink independently, is this a perception that I want to write something?"

Ji Han was very surprised, he didn't expect that the pen and ink inkstone on the table would be able to sense his heart.

Suppressing the surprise in his heart, Ji Han lifted the brush on the side, but when he mentioned it, Ji Han found that the brush did not move at all.

"Do you want to use the power of the stars?"

Seeing that there was already ink in the inkstone, and there was no need to polish the ink in a short period of time, Ji Han transferred the power of the stars to the brush.

Very easily, the brush absorbed the power of Ji Han's stars, and was suddenly lifted and pinched in his hand by Ji Han.

"It's amazing!"

Ji Han was extremely surprised in his heart, and from this moment on, Ji Han realized that this world was really an eye-opener for him.

Pinching the brush, Ji Han dipped some ink, and then lifted the cover of the quaint book with his left hand.

"Write what?"

Looking at the quaint wordless rice paper, Ji Han thought in his heart.

After a while, Ji Han suddenly thought of a movie he had watched before.

At that moment, Ji Han started to write four words on the wordless quaint rice paper - "A Chinese Ghost Story".

The font is not beautiful, but it is not ugly, and it is still written in willow font.

The four words of "A Chinese Ghost Story" fell on the rice paper, and the four words suddenly emitted a burst of black light, which is a realm of calligraphy, and the water cannot be dispersed.

At this time, even if Ji Han splashed water on the rice paper, even if the rice paper was blistered, the font on the rice paper would still appear in the shape of the font.

In Xuanguo and the entire human race, in order to preserve important information for a long time, people will ask people in the realm of calligraphy to write what they want to explain, so as long as calligraphy reaches a realm, basically you will not have to worry about eating and drinking for the rest of your life.

The calligraphy realm, Ji Han had already seen it when he was taking the exam before, so he was not surprised at this time.

But then, Ji Han was horrified to find that the power of the stars in his body was flowing rapidly towards the four words of "A Chinese Ghost Story" that he had just written.

Absorbing the power of the stars, the four words "A Chinese Ghost Story" unexpectedly emitted a somewhat dazzling white light.

The white light was a little dazzling, and Ji Han subconsciously blocked his eyes.

After an instant, the white light dissipated, but Ji Han felt that he was cold all over.

Subconsciously looked around, Ji Han was shocked to find that he was no longer in the thatched house, but on a small path, on both sides of the path, there was a weed more than half a person high.

"Here? The world of A Chinese Ghost Story? ”

Seeing the surrounding scenes, and then looking at his outfit, Ji Han immediately thought of what he had seen, and the surrounding scenes were very familiar.

Ji Han is very sure that in this blink of an eye, he has become Ning Caichen, the guy who helped the boss collect the debts in "A Chinese Ghost Story".

A series of changes made Ji Han a little unable to find the north and south for a while.

"I can still feel the power of the stars, and the power of the stars is passing fast!"

At a loss, the only thing Ji Han could feel was the power of the stars that was rapidly flowing in his body.