The gate of hell closed, Yu Moqian stretched out the tip of his finger, and the pen began to appear illusory.
He touched the pen with his fingertips, closed his eyes and said softly, "Solution."
He was actually reluctant to break the seal of the pen.
In order to get the luck item from the gathering place of the grievances, the uncle of the head master.
And was killed.
He was later pinned down, attracting luck items as he struggled.
After he got the item, he realized that it was a big pit.
Those ghosts live off this thing.
And live better.
And the luck item, that is, the pen in his hand, absorbs the resentment of those ghosts and grows himself.
This is a cyclic process.
After he entered, in order to break this balance and weaken the ghosts of the ancient battlefield, he sealed most of the power of the pen.
Lucky items can be transmuted into anything.
He turned it into a pen for portability.
After all, he just went to college that year, and he didn't get to go to school after a few days.
The pen in Yu Moqian's hand is not the body, the body pen is beside his body.
He undid the seal of this pen, and the consequences were still bearable.
probably.
Yu Moqian sighed and watched as the pen changed color and the ink turned red.
The red ink is brighter than the blood of the ghost formation.
His spiritual body began to collapse, the golden light of the peach wood sword penetrated into his empty heart, and the soul was burned by the golden light.
He watched as his fingers started to burn.
Yu Moqian's eyes were a little tired, and blood-colored ink began to flow through his body.
Unraveling the sealed ink will affect his sanity.
Many ghosts do not have any intelligence quotient, and only have a kind of obsession.
The ink protected him, but it also began to corrode his sanity.
Corrupted to the end, he was no different from the usual stupid and specious ghosts.
I don't know if I can see Bai Weiwei again.
J.
Yu Moqian thought that he might frighten her by turning into a real ghost.
She was so afraid of ghosts, seeing him turn into a fool's ghost.
Maybe I don't like him that much.
Yu Moqian glanced at the ghost at his feet, and there were countless blood blisters.
Those resentments hurt his body, and the speed of his body's spontaneous combustion began to slow down under the suppression of ink.
Red ink, began to fall from him, beginning as a drop.
Then line by line, and eventually more and more ink, like a little river flowing.
It flowed directly from him to the ground and merged with the blood.
The ghosts started to freeze, as if they were bound by something.
Yu Moqian looked at those grievances with blood-red eyes, raised his hands and spread out his fingers.
A curve drawn by countless inks hung down from the fingertips.
At the end of countless lines, are the heads of those grievances.
The ghosts began to become entities.
It's those bodies drawn in red ink.
Yu Moqian drew the bodies of hundreds of ghosts, and with the ghosts of the bodies, he could leave the ghost formation.
And the line in his hand can control the ghosts of those corpses.
In fact, he didn't like this method, because it was too hurtful.
Manipulate the wronged soul and place yourself above the hundred ghosts, and the debt will increase.
It will also consume the soul.
The peach wood sword on Yu Moqian's chest smashed red ink little by little, and drilled from his chest.
But he seemed to be unconscious, raising his hand to control the ghosts to move forward.
Yu Moqian saw Yu Sanqian outside the formation.
Yu Sanqian's face was extremely indifferent, and when he saw Li Gui turned into a corpse, a trembling flashed in his eyes.