I suspected that I had misunderstood, so I quickly wiped my eyes vigorously and leaned closer to take a closer look. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But the facts tell me that I was not mistaken, and my pen was emitting a faint shimmer in the moonlight.

I've never found this before. Maybe I never noticed it, so I didn't see it, but I'm a little skeptical about it.

Because now I have a special sensitivity to all abnormal phenomena. This sensitivity is not controlled by my own consciousness, but by my body, my flesh and blood, which is detached from the induction that occurs autonomously in my mind. This feeling was even more pronounced when the white dragon was inhabiting me before, and I originally thought it was his power. But now, this particular sense of separation remains, and this time it's probably my own.

So, if my own items would glow so inexplicably, would I not even be able to see?

Or maybe it's not my negligence at all, but the effect of special conditions, such as the moon.

Moreover, why did Qu Chunhua pass on the message to me that it was necessary to find its secret during the seventh lunar month?

This time limit must also be of great significance.

I picked up the pen, gathered all my spirit, and opened my inner eye to look closely, only to be surprised to find that there was a small patch of blood red faintly at the end of the cap.

It seems to be the color of blood.

When I made this judgment, I even seemed to smell a hint of blood.

Is this blood? Whose blood will it be? How can there be blood on my pen that can only be detected with the inner eye? When did it exist? Has it been there for the years that this pen has followed me?

I held out my finger to touch the red mark to see what it was. Before my fingertips could reach for it, the pen suddenly flashed, and suddenly it glowed so strongly that I almost threw it out.

The light on the pen flickered, and even the faint shrouded light was gone. And with that comes a very strange sense of distortion.

I held the pen in the palm of my hand, and although I couldn't see it with the naked eye, I felt it very clearly. I felt as if the space around me was being distorted and distorted in some way, and the dark colors of the night sky seemed to be drawn to the brush, rendering everything around me pitch black.

There was something strange about the air, too, as if it had been twisted into tubes that radiated out around where I was, and I don't know where it went.

I'm familiar with this kind of situation.

Because on the day of the solar term, there will be such a spatial distortion in the backyard of the boring fast, leading to different locations. The feeling in the air around me now is somewhat similar to this one.

In the last major crisis, the white dragon used the items I obtained from Liqing to successfully send me to Liqing's side, avoiding a possible tragedy. At that time, I also felt such a spatial distortion.

I stared blankly at the pen in my hand.

So, did Bailong think that "things" were important at the beginning? Now it seems that they may have some wonderful effects on them that open up time and space.

It was then that I suddenly heard a voice.

The sudden voice made me feel distracted, my mind was blank, I had no power to think, and even my emotions became a mess of paste, and I couldn't cry or laugh.

The voice said, "Shining, you have become a strong man!" ”

My hands were shaking, my whole body was shaking, and even my heart was shaking.

This is...... This is my father's voice, and I could never have heard it wrong!

The sound is clear, the sound quality is clear, as if it is close at hand, but it seems to come from a distant sky. His voice sounded younger and lighter than usual, but it was his voice that couldn't be wrong.

I jerked around and looked in four more directions in succession. I was expecting a miracle - which was already a miracle in itself - but I still wanted to see him.

Practice has proved that people still can't be too greedy. I just heard his voice, but I couldn't see even his shadow around me.

"Dad?" I tried to call him.

"Shining, I don't have much time, so let's save those hustle and bustle. You don't have to try to speak to me, because I can't hear you here. ”

I fell silent. Was he, my father, speaking to me in another world?

The voice that made me think about it day and night continued: "There has always been a legend in the human world, and every July, the gates of the netherworld are opened, and this is true. So, if I want to say a few words to you, I have to do it within this period of time. But your father and I are human beings after all, and we don't have much strength, so we can only use your power to say a few words to you after the Midyear Festival, when the yin qi is particularly strong. ”

"Shine, you have to keep your best focus on the medium between us now—I bought you this birthday present when you were eighteen, but on the way home you ran into an ogre demon. In the process of slaying demons, I was wounded, leaving a drop of blood on this pen. Although you should not normally see it, at this moment, it can be the best medium to connect you and me. ”

"The reason why I chose this midyear festival is because only now, you can understand what I said, right? Don't ask me what I'm like here, though, and don't ask me how I'm doing, because I won't tell you. One day, when you come here, you'll understand why I can't tell you, after all, you're here after all. We may or may not meet here, but the only thing we can tell you is to cherish your life now, because the part you have now will never come back. Moreover, life itself is so short. ”

"Alright, now I'm going to get to the important things. Talking to you in a way that connects the netherworld and the human world is not an invention of mine. I learned from a man -- he was not human at all, to be exact. ”

"Now you should be able to understand that the person I'm talking about, he and you have already intersected, and you are his only connection to another world. The Netherworld, as humans call it, is where I am, a zone that can only be entered after life has gone through death. But that man, while he was still alive, was thrown into the underworld and locked up at the bottom of the River Styx. The bottom of the Styx River is one of the darkest places in all known time and space, and the person who enters the underworld alive will be constantly absorbed and deprived of his vitality by the cold of the underworld, so he should have been suffering beyond the reach of his imagination. ”

He seemed to have been there for a long time, and whenever he felt his faint breath, he would unconsciously sigh - fortunately it wasn't him. If it were me, why would I be willing to be sealed at the bottom of the River Styx like this? ”

"But his power is too great, and it is said that he has been imprisoned under the River Styx for thousands of years, but his vitality has not been completely exhausted. Originally, I didn't want to have anything to do with such a character, but then I suddenly found out that this guy spent thousands of years accumulating strength, putting a trace of his divine consciousness back into the world, and the person he was trying to find was actually you! ”

"My son, if that's the case, I can't stand idly by!"