The little round face said proudly,

"Of course, the pen fairy is so powerful!"

"Come on, come on, do how you want to get it."

"Say it quickly, if you obey you, you will know how to hang people's appetites."

The little round face was swept away, and the pen and paper were ready, and the gossip directions and various numbers were written on the paper—as well as Hanyu Pinyin.

Lin Chou dared to take a personality guarantee, this method was extremely immature and unprofessional.

What the hell is put on Hanyu Pinyin, can that ghost be read?

At this time, you should draw a "dog input method" to make the pen fairy poke the keyboard absolutely scientific efficiency, and it can also automatically identify rare words!

Even Miss Jiang participated, and a group of girls pinched the pen and chanted,

"Pen Immortal, Pen Immortal, you are my past life, I am your present life."

"Pen Fairy Pen Fairy, are you there, are you there, are you in..."

The tall and thin man stared at the little round face,

"What does it mean that you still have an echo effect in your mouth?"

I was embarrassed when my little round face was discovered.

"Ahem, I'm used to it, don't care about these details, let's continue."

The gods danced and danced, and after a period of confusion, the pen broke, and the girls failed unsurprisingly.

The little round face frowned and muttered,

"No, why is it not easy to use, I saw that those ancient books and movie materials clearly said so."

After thinking about it, the tall and thin man reminded,

"Round face, did you remember any steps wrong?"

The little round face swears,

"No, I'm definitely not mistaken, I've watched the twenty-eighth part of the Pen Fairy Horror several times, 'Uncle Jiao in the heart of the school flower of the Pen Fairy Horror, the revenge of the orange', I will never be mistaken!"

"Ugh."

The unexpected failure made the girls very melancholy and kept complaining.

Xiao Yuan's face was about to cry, and he kept saying that he was not mistaken, and everyone must have read it wrong.

"Why don't we try again?"

"Okay, let's do it again!"

Just when a group of girls were regrouping, the mountain master snorted coldly.

"If you use this method, you will never see a ghost in your life, don't dream!"

As the saying goes, one drum and then three times exhausted, the girls were ridiculed by the mountain master, and immediately lost the faith to continue.

The little round face exploded when it landed,

"You, you're talking nonsense! How can you do this, woooooooooooooooooo

She cried.

I cried very sadly, crying like a former dream of being called to the ground by a Slavic man "bia", and dancing on it with spiked shoes for a whole scene [Swan Lake].

“...”

Lin Chou had a headache,

"Hey, Master Shan, crying!"

The mountain lord grinned and sneered,

"Ahem, girl..."

"Woooooooooo Ignore you! ”

"It's... That..."

"You play Kai!"

The mountain master rolled his eyes, slapped his face, and made a "pop" sound, which scared all the grievances of the little round face back.

"You, you still want to kill people... Woooooo

Huang Dashan was sweating profusely, what the hell did Lao Tzu do, he was guilty of killing people?

"Ahem, don't cry! Grandpa Dashan told you, what kind of pen fairy tricks do you want to see, don't you know at all? ”

The little round face sobbed and said,

"What, what's wrong?"

When Huang Dashan saw that it was effective, he immediately said,

"What is played in the movie, can it be taken seriously, it's long outdated, besides, haven't you seen the beginning of the movie with such a paragraph, 'This story is pure fiction, if there are similarities, it is purely a coincidence'?"

"This..."

The little round-faced fox was suspicious for a moment, and the pear blossom said cutely with rain,

"It seems to be yes!"

The mountain lord rolled up his sleeves,

"Grandpa Dashan has a fairly old, 100% successful method, do you little girls dare to try it?"

"Cut, what's not to dare."

"Come on, come on, touch the old lady's chest, and make sure that the heart doesn't have the slightest acceleration."

The mountain master swallowed his saliva, looked at the girl's turbulent ravines and deep valleys, and sighed that now Mingguang's children's nutrition is really good.

"Ahem, you wait."

The mountain master got up and walked outside for a while, and came in with a small bottle.

The black, foul-smelling liquid from the bottle was poured into a small disk, a tripod was pinched with wire to fix the disk on it, and a candle was lit underneath.

The little round face covered his nose,

"W-what is this?"

The mountain lord sneered toothily, his face was full of treachery,

"The leylines of the earth have yin and yang, and the feng shui of the yang land is vigorous, and the bones buried in it can bless future generations and extend their well-being."

"The underworld is just the opposite, if the corpse is buried in, the resentment will be difficult to level, the bones will not rot, and the disaster will be ten thousand years."

"This corpse oil is taken from the bodies of living corpses buried in the shadows, tens of thousands of living corpses do not decay all year round, and only such a small bottle of corpse oil can be produced every three years."

"Ahh

The girls had already believed the words of the mountain master, and they were shocked,

"Corpse, corpse oil??"

"I'm afraid, if I'm afraid, I'll go home obediently and play some hellish game."

"Who, who's afraid!"

"Just... That is, whoever is afraid is born of a puppy! ”

The mountain master snorted, and the corpse oil gradually emitted a strange blue-blue smoke, the smell was even more pungent, and it was spicy to the eyes.

"It's too late to be afraid, you have already inhaled the smoke of corpse oil, and if you quit halfway, you will be haunted by powerful ghosts, and you will not be able to live in peace."

The girls looked at each other, leaning against each other, their eyes quite frightened and helpless.

Huang Dashan went to the back kitchen again and brought out a big old bowl and poured it into half a catty of Qingquan Mountain.

"Oh, people who want to see ghosts, bloodletting! At the end of the day, drink your mixed blood, and you're done. ”

A ghost cried wolf, five minutes later.

The little round face was pale and crumbling, and he looked like he was about to go into shock after losing too much blood.

The wound on her little finger was as long as 0.3 centimeters, and the flesh rolled horribly, and half a drop of blood came out in just twenty-five seconds.

A group of girls shared weal and sorrow together, and like the little round face, they all hung above the big bowl with their orchid fingers, waiting for the blood to drip into the wine bowl, and the high smell of wine from Qingquan Mountain made their eyes foggy and almost tearful.

The little round face said in a hoarse voice,

"Okay, okay, I think... I feel like I'm going to die..."

The mountain master looked at his watch, pinched his fingers,

"Morning! Wait! Each of you puts five or six catties of blood, and then drinks the blood, and if nothing else, you will be able to see ghosts! ”

Lin Chou's hands trembled, and the pot almost flew out.

"Oh."

The little round face reluctantly agreed.

After a while, the girls said suspiciously,

"Wait, how much blood did you just say??"

The mountain master quietly retreated, his mouth almost reaching the root of his ears

"Well, five or six catties is enough, no more, no more."

“...”

This may be the calm before the storm.

"Ahhh You, you, you! ”

"Sisters, go up, kill him..."

"Beat him!!"

"Hahahaha.... Lao Tzu is just joking.... Hahahahahahaha ”

"Crackling."