infinite danger

Chapter 146

"What kind of place is this place? How spooky is it? Wow! There are two bloody words "haunted house" written on the wall, isn't that too blatant? What kind of person lives here? Are there really ghosts?"

When the car drove past No. [-] Pingning Road, You Tingting was lying on the side of the window covered with film, amazed.

"You..." The ghost boy's voice paused, and he changed his tune: "You are also a ghost, so why make a fuss about it."

You Tingting stuck out his tongue: "I've been in the amusement park for too many years, and I'm very curious about the outside world."

No. [-] Pingning Road seems to be abandoned by the sun, without much light and heat. The huge tree canopy blocks most of the dilapidated houses, and the gnawing branches and shadows make it look very gloomy in broad daylight.

You Tingting looked at the house curiously, and suddenly let out a low "ah".

The ghost boy asked her: "So what?"

You Tingting poked the window with his finger, turned his head and said to the ghost boy, "I saw a ghost."

Ghost boy: "..."

Who is not a ghost yet.

Hearing this, Ji Siwei looked sideways at No. [-] Pingning Road, and saw a girl in a white dress standing behind the window on the third floor, beckoning to them faintly.

In No Taboo Office.

Uncle Leaflet was sitting on the rocking chair, holding a newspaper "Yangcheng Supernatural Event" in both hands, reading with gusto.

The radio next to him was playing "Emperor Flower", and he hummed softly, feeling very comfortable.

Two volley white gloves are busy unpacking the takeaway bags, placing boba milk tea, strawberry cream cake, soufflé, fresh cherries... on the dining table one by one.

The air is full of sweet and seductive smells.

Uncle Flyer suddenly frowned, stopped humming the song, and murmured in a low voice: "Why is it so cloudy in broad daylight, let me see what kind of ghosts and ghosts visit this remote street."

He sat up straight, folded the newspapers aside casually, closed his eyes slightly, and counted with his fingers.

"Why is this direction coming towards me? Are you here for afternoon tea? Or my latest new enemy? Oh no, I have offended all the ghosts and snakes in the entire Yangcheng once, and there should be no new enemy." Uncle Leaflet finished his calculations. , opened his eyes: "Forget it, I have friends coming from afar, even though they are far away, they must be punished, so I have to treat them well."

"Can't you let me have an afternoon tea comfortably? Where are my mahogany sword and gossip mirror..."

Uncle Leaflet put on his slippers, stretched his waist, and searched everywhere but couldn't find it.

Uncle Leaflet asked White Gloves: "Do you know where it is?"

The white glove stopped and crossed its two index fingers, indicating that it didn't know.

Uncle Flyer picked up a feather duster casually: "Forget it, I'm a master, I don't need any equipment."

Sensing a strong ghostly aura approaching, Uncle Leaflet took off his slippers and threw them towards the door without saying a word.

In front of the door hung a young man wearing a court dress and holding a red plum oiled paper umbrella.

A huge centipede surrounded him, swimming slowly like a centipede dragon, its body exposed to the sun was burnt red, and it bit the slipper that Uncle Flyer threw out in its mouth.

"Why is it you?" Uncle Leaflet scratched his head and frowned.

"What are you doing here?" the ghost boy said coldly.

Uncle Leaflet held the door frame with one hand, stepped on the other with his shoeless foot, and posed in a "Yushu facing the wind" pose: "What are you doing? This is my house. I haven't asked you how you came to my house yet."

The ghost boy didn't react, and was stunned for a moment: "I... I came with Huya. If I knew I was coming to your house, I would rather die than come."

Uncle Leaflet: "???"

There was no place to park in the garage, so Ji Siwei and Ye Xiao went to find a parking space and parked their car before coming here.

"Uncle, I'm here." Ji Siwei greeted Uncle Leaflet as soon as he entered the courtyard.

"You can walk now?" Uncle Leaflet saw Ji Siwei, his expression softened a bit, he pointed at the ghost boy with a feather duster: "Why did you get involved with him?"

Ji Siwei smiled: "We met by chance."

In fact, after meeting by chance, the ghost boy came to ask for shelter. Ji Siwei took the opportunity to extort "rent" and tricked this Qing Dynasty second-rank official into working for him.

Uncle Leaflet shook his head again and again, and sighed: "Yangcheng is so big, we can also meet each other, what a fate."

Ji Siwei looked at Uncle Leaflet, then at the ghost boy, and suddenly realized: "Do you know each other?"

Uncle Leaflet cleared his throat: "I had a fight (fight) once or twice, it happened many years ago, so I don't mind mentioning it."

That's what I don't want to say clearly.

Ji Siwei wisely didn't ask any further questions, but seeing that the leaflet uncle had one foot without a shoe, he asked, "Uncle, where are your shoes?"

Uncle Leaflet had a headache, and gave the ghost boy's giant centipede a fierce look: "Give me back the shoes."

The centipede turned to look at the ghost boy, then spat out the slippers in front of Uncle Leaflet.

The little yellow chicken slippers were covered with green slime, and a big hole had been corroded by Yin Qi on the upper. Uncle Leaflet clutched his chest in distress.

Ye Xiao: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Uncle Leaflet: "Walking is like a dry skeleton, and the heart is like dead ashes."

Ye Xiao was stunned by Uncle Leaflet's sudden literary expression: "What do you mean?"

The ghost boy translated for him: "What he means is that he is very tired."

Ye Xiao fell silent.

Uncle Flyer quickly cheered up: "Little boy, why do you still have a ghost on your body?"

A wisp of black smoke emerged from the ring, hid in the hall, turned into a girl in a red dress, and waved to him with a smile: "Hi, uncle."

"Little boy, I told you not to go to places that are too cloudy... that's all, it's just a guest." Uncle Flyer scratched his back with a feather duster: "Nephew, make a pot of good tea and burn some incense candles to entertain the guests." them."

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Ji Siwei said, "I'll call home first."

After Ji Siwei made the phone call, when he opened the door and entered the living room, the curtains in the living room were all drawn. On the dining table was Uncle Leaflet's afternoon tea, and a few scented candles were lit, giving off a weird romance.

On the small tea table, tea smoke is lightly blowing, and there are two incense burners.

On the small cushion in the living room, the eight-tailed cat was sitting on several pots of cat food.

Perhaps this is an afternoon tea party that spans life and death and races.

Uncle Leaflet greeted him while eating a cream cake: "Little boy, come and have a small cake."

"Uncle, are you free to help me look at this thing?" Ji Siwei took out the Ruyi pen from his backpack and put it in front of Uncle Leaflet.

Seeing the wooden box, Uncle Leaflet finished eating the rest of the cake, wiped his hands with a wet towel, and opened the wooden box.

As soon as the wishful pen appeared, the scented candles on the dining table were instantly extinguished, and the living room became even darker.

Only the dragon pattern on the handle of the pen exudes a faint red light, as if swimming slowly.

Uncle Leaflet didn't pick up the pen, but closed the wooden box again, looked up at Ji Siwei, and said seriously, "Have you heard of the 'magic pen'?"

Ji Siwei thought for a moment: "Wu Daozi's 'magic brush'? Isn't that a story made up by the people?"

"The story is well-founded." Uncle Leaflet picked up the boba milk tea, took a sip, and seemed to be thinking about how to explain the ins and outs to Ji Siwei: "Wu Daozi's master is Zhang Sengyou, who is also the protagonist of the famous 'Drinking the finishing touch' story. It is said that Wu Daozi, like his master, also has the ability to paint and live, relying on this 'magic pen'."

"You mean..." Ji Siwei pointed to the plain wooden box on the table, and said incredulously, "This is the 'magic pen'?"

Unknowingly, all the "people" gathered around Uncle Leaflet, and several pairs of eyes stared at the wooden box without blinking.

"That's right." Uncle Leaflet put down his milk tea and folded his hands, with a not optimistic expression: "Not everyone can use this pen, and you may not be able to control the things it creates.

"For example, a self-portrait drawn by a skilled painter is equivalent to cloning himself. But the 'person' who comes back to life may have independent thoughts, or even special abilities endowed by a magical pen.

"If you're unlucky and this 'person' has an evil mind, then he is a disaster for this world, understand?"

Ji Siwei caught the slight expression on Uncle Leaflet's face, and his mind raced quickly: "Uncle, is the example you gave a real person?"

Uncle Leaflet was silent.

After a while, he nodded: "That was many years ago, when the old man was still a child."

Ji Siwei tapped on the table lightly: "How did it end that year?"

Uncle Flyer: "The painter was killed by the replica he created with his own hands, and the replica disappeared."

Ji Siwei's eyes twitched.

In other words, the "person" who was drawn alive by the strokes of the gods back then may still be alive now.

This "person" came from a divine pen, if he could sense the breath of the pen, would he come to him?

Uncle Leaflet looked into Ji Siwei's eyes, and asked thoughtfully, "The last time it was the Gathering Soul Bell, this time it was a magic pen. These magical objects have been lost for many years and have not been heard from. Where did you get these things from?"

Ji Siwei pulled up a chair and sat down. After thinking about it seriously for a while, he still decided not to confess to Uncle Flyer for the time being.

He didn't know much about the drawer, and he would regret it if anyone who knew the secret should suffer from misfortune.

Ji Siwei said, "I got it by chance."

"I don't ask too many questions." The leaflet uncle seemed to sigh, and his tone was rather helpless: "For these fetishes, the old man's suggestion is to be cautious about revealing and using them carefully. You should have a personal experience of this truth, You don't have the ability to protect them now."

Speaking of this, Uncle Flyer swept the "demons and ghosts" around him, and said seriously: "You know too little about the dark forces in Yangcheng, and you don't even know what kind of waves will be caused by the appearance of the gods. With all due respect, all of you All of you can add up, and you can't resist any of them."

Ji Siwei's nimble head turned around, and his phoenix eyes subtly curved: "What if you add Uncle?"

Uncle Leaflet said proudly: "Then there is still room for negotiation."

"Uncle, don't talk about this first, you should be able to see that I am walking now supported by You Tingting's soul power." Ji Siwei propped his chin: "Will this have side effects on the body?"

Uncle Leaflet said: "Don't worry, this little soul power won't hurt you much."

……

When he left Bai WuJi's office, Ji Siwei left the magic pen in the office and asked Uncle Flyer to help keep it.

After that, he recuperated at home for a few days. In order to prevent his family and Uncle Chen from discovering the abnormality, he still sat in a wheelchair at home.

Before I knew it, the date agreed in the paper airplane arrived soon.

On this day, he received a call from Ye Xiao.

"Siwei, I accepted an order to go to the movie theater to exorcise evil spirits, are you interested in going with me?"