"Ho ......"

The crowd was startled and stared at the pencil standing vertically.

Without any assistance, it is completely suspended, and if you look closely, you can even see that the nib of the pen is still off the paper.

[Pen fairy, please? 】

Netizens in the live broadcast room were shocked to see the barrage.

[No, no, no, please pen fairy is not this routine, I've seen it! ] 】

[Then how does this be explained, didn't God say it?] 】

[What, in the end, it is the Heavenly Master, who always uses methods that ordinary people cannot understand to deal with the problems in front of him. 】

[I'm new here, I'm a fan, I'm not leaving! 】

[The Heavenly Master is indeed asking, but not asking God, not asking the heavens, but asking the undead. 】

Finally, there were people in the barrage who came forward to answer.

[Just ask, I've never seen anything like this? 】

[That's right, but there's always something special!] For example, if you ask a deaf person, what can he tell you? 】

[Can't you write by hand, if you still can't write, then you have to stroke with your limbs! ] 】

[Clear! 】

"Write!"

Zhang Ping'an continued to urge.

At this moment, the pencil begins to fall, fits the paper, and begins to move slowly.

The handwriting began to appear on paper, but it was very sloppy.

After a long time, the complete handwriting finally appeared on the paper.

"You ask!"

Two words on the paper, plus a big exclamation mark.

Look at it, Zhang Ping'an's face is red, he is too anxious, patronizing and asking people to write, what to write?

"Who are you?"

Zhang Ping'an asked.

"Anonymous!"

At this moment, three handwritings appeared on the paper.

Anonymous, is there really anyone in the world called Anonymous?

Of course not.

It's people who didn't get a name, or someone whose real name was forgotten.

"So who are you?"

Since there is no name, then the parents should have a name, so they can find the victim.

Zhang Ping'an asked, watching the pencil handwriting on the paper slide.

"Li family!"

Two words are presented on paper.

"The Li family?"

Zhang Ping'an was shocked and looked at Li Meng.

"But in Qingzhu Village, all the surnames are Li?"

Li Meng was immediately puzzled, the people in the entire Qingzhu Village were surnamed Li, so which Li family was it?

"To be specific?"

Zhang Ping'an continued to delve into it.

"Lee Jae-sheng's family!"

Zhang Ping'an deployed, the pencil hesitated for a moment, and then continued to wander, leaving four handwriting on the paper.

"Lee Jae-sang?"

Zhang Ping'an didn't know who the name belonged to, and asked again.

"Dad?!"

Li Meng immediately set his eyes on Uncle Li.

Uncle Li's name is "Li Zaisheng".

This is not much different from what Zhang Ping'an had guessed before, this undead is Uncle Li's family.

"Are you the second or the fourth?"

Zhang Ping'an knew that Uncle Li had abandoned a girl during this period.

The abandoned girl, whether she was an adult at this time, whether she grew up or not, I don't know, so I asked at this time.

Lee Jae-sheng had four children, the eldest son and the third daughter remained.

The second daughter was abandoned, and the fourth daughter died young.

"Fourth."

Zhang Ping'an asked, the pencil on the paper moved, and the identity of the undead was written.

"Fourth."

Zhang Ping'an was confused.

Death is like life, in fact, it can be done.

Five-year-old girls died, and kindergarten was not popular at that time, and elementary school was still seven or eight years old.

So, a five-year-old child should not be literate, let alone write.

So the identity of the fourth child made Zhang Ping'an question.

"You borrowed the name of the fourth!"

Zhang Ping'an immediately asked speculatively.

Mr. and Mrs. Lee Jae-sang and Li Meng were stunned.

This Zhang Ping'an has speculated.

[This, I agree with the Heavenly Master, how can a child who died at the age of five be able to write? 】

[Perhaps, they went to another world and went to elementary school! 】

[Don't talk nonsense, maybe you may be literate, but it definitely won't be as systematic as in school.] 】

[Therefore, this fourth is not a real fourth, it is impersonated. 】

Netizens in the live broadcast room speculated based on the information obtained.

And this point is also recognized by Zhang Ping'an.

"Who could that be?"

Li Meng muttered beside him.

In fact, this is also what Zhang Ping'an needs to know.

"There is a head for grievances, and there is a master for debts!"

"No matter what you're here for? But it doesn't hurt to say it! ”

"I am the Heavenly Master of Fangshan, and I will try my best to satisfy you!"

Zhang Ping'an needs to know who this person is in order to satisfy him, send him away, and rescue the stupid Li Zheng.

“……”

For a while, the pencil that stood upright did not move again.

But it didn't fall either, which means that this undead spirit is thinking and hesitating.

"Demon, talk back quickly, otherwise I will beat you to the point where you will not even be able to be a ghost!"

Zhang Ping'an threatened, and besides, he really has such strength.

“……”

The pencil is upright, still unresponsive.

"Write!"

Zhang Ping'an shouted.

The pencil shook a little, and then fell with a "snap".

The undead, toasting without eating and drinking, began to rebel.

even gave up the pen and left.

"Bah, don't try to escape!"

Zhang Ping'an shouted, and a copper bell suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Bell ......"

The brass bell shakes and makes a crisp sound.

The yin wind was blowing, and the people in the courtyard were excited, and they couldn't help but close their clothes and hug their arms.

The pencil that landed on the paper flicked.

Then he slowly stood up again.

"No matter who you are? What are the skills? ”

"Since I'm here tonight, I have to have an explanation, otherwise I'm uneasy, and you're not at ease!"

Zhang Ping'an continued to persuade.

At this time, the pencil reluctantly stood up vertically.

As we all know, no matter what pen you write, there is no vertical between the pen and the paper.

The pencil, on the other hand, is vertical, and writing like this will be very jerky and not smooth.

But that's what the undead are all about.

[It's really different from the pen fairy, is this a new skill?] I've never seen anything like this! 】

[Although this little ghost is difficult, he doesn't dare to be arrogant in front of the Heavenly Master! ] 】

[If you don't accept it, you have to die! 】

In the barrage in the live broadcast room, there were many applause expressions.

Obviously, Zhang Ping'an's wave of operations has never been seen by people.

"The ghosts of the dead from a thousand years ago."

The vertical pencil, moving at the moment, writes a sentence.

A thousand years of undead?

Zhang Ping'an looked at the handwriting on the paper again.

The undead of a thousand years ago, how can it be written in modern simplified characters?

"Why do you stay here and persecute others?"

Zhang Ping'an ignored everyone's doubts and directly sought to solve the undead who held the pen.

If a person has a fixed number in the yang world, it is for the yang longevity, and the deceased person is in another space, which is the yin longevity.

Heavenly Dao dictates that there is no immortal human being, and there is no immortal soul who will die forever, otherwise it will violate the reincarnation of Heavenly Dao.

There must be a reason for forcing the spirits of the dead to stay in the sun.

"It's a long story, but to put it simply, the expedition thousands of years ago was killed here."

"Abandoned corpses in the wilderness, buried in the ground by good people, staying here."

"For hundreds of years, nothing happened."

"Even later, someone lived here, and they were all right."

"But one day, a madman dug up my burial place."

Pencil on paper, a series of handwriting.

(End of chapter)