Ye Zhengyi knew about the girls, I expected.

Since he stayed in the people's celebration and paid attention to the green leaves, he also had a great chance to find the group of female ghosts.

Even if he did not paint the Luqu River that flows through the people's celebration, it is possible to paint the ghosts when painting elsewhere.

I don’t know how many girls have been.There seems to be a living water source, you can find them.

Ye Zhengyi showed the color of the dilemma, "Do you know how trouble they are?"Too many, and indeterminate.I'm just drawing it, and I can't guarantee that I can control them."

“Try it first.”I didn’t take that word to heart.

He seemed to have regained his spirits, and what he said now was true and false, and he could not be sure.

Ye Zheng changed his more sincere tone and said: "I guess you think they are a large number, moving along the river, easy to move, and may not be weak, so you want to use them."You have to find out one thing.They are different from me.I am a dead man waiting to die.I had a little plan for the future, but I didn’t have much power.You can do this step now.They are not... they are ghosts who stay on earth for revenge.They certainly haven’t had their revenge yet.As long as one of them does not find the reincarnation of his enemy, they will not stop.They have a spirit and a sense of wisdom.They are completely organized, a small group, and the cohesion is too strong.The devil doesn’t care about these things.All they have in mind is revenge.If there is a demon king who makes a condition, they may agree to help the ghost king."

“Do you think they just want revenge?”I asked.

“Of course.This essence is unchanging.”Ye Zheng immediately gave an answer, finished, and added, "If it is replaced by that kind of world, it is not necessary."The rules of the world are different, and they must be different.Now they must have changed too.The hysteria should be gone.”Ye Zheng sighed, “This is also a big problem.Without the impouledness, we ghosts can't deal with the ghost king at all."

“You can still have an impact on the living, can you not do it to the ghost king?”I asked.

Ye was stuporing, drooping his eyelids, and his face changed.

"It can have an impact on the living, and it has an impact on the ghost king."I know the devil is different from you.Even because they are different, they may be affected by your hallucinations, and they will generate fear.”

I have seen several ghost kings.There are many abilities, afraid of ghosts seem to have no one, but it is not necessary to say that there is no fear.Ghosts like Cheng Jiu can become ghost kings in the future world, and become useless ordinary people in the real world, then there must be more such people among the ghost kings, and they will be affected by the illusion of ghosts.

"They have fear."I thought about the dream I saw.It can be determined that the guide and Song Yan are all afraid.The guide, needless to say, almost ruled the land on the Huixiang side; Song Yan's taxi business was also in full swing.The strength of the two is not bad.

Coupled with the toy king who was replaced by Lina, let me determine that the qualifications of the ghost king are really very different.Lina took advantage of the change in the rules of the world, successfully replacing the Toy King at that time, and the entire history of the town of Morris has changed several times.Now the rules return to the original state, the ghost has lost its naughty spirit, to Ye Zhengyi or a female ghost to replace a certain ghost king, probably no way to do it, but to kill some ghost king, I think it is completely feasible.

Ye Zheng thought for a moment and then said, "You can try it."

“Then paint.”My Ye Zhengyi said, giving the skinny eye, and taking up the self-portrait of Ye Zhengyi.

Ye Zheng glanced at it, did not stop, but said coldly: "You have all seen through, I have no other choice."You don't have to be so defensive of me."

“Don’t worry, how can I be reassured?”I said a word lightly.

I don’t think I’ve completely given up.

When I punctured him, he must have been a little depressed, and even further, directly self-abandoned.After a short period of time, he recovered.After all, there are so many years of old ghosts, but also seen a lot of big events, he is born weak will, but also should exercise a little bit of toughness.

Ye Zheng did not say anything more, a wave of hands, the coffee table appeared pen and ink paper.

I jumped my eyelids, looked closely, and I didn’t see a half-throat.

"That's my ability, it has nothing to do with the yin."Ye Zheng did not lift at all, but he seemed to see through my thoughts, "I really want to use foreign objects, but you don't have any painting tools here?"

“Is there a difference?”I asked.

“If the tools are better, the effect is better.What was prepared for me was antiques.Antiques, you know?”Ye Zheng said uncertably, "It is possible to use my ability with a little history."

Such a thing, we certainly don’t have.

The thin man suddenly said, “Is the pen okay?”

I was surprised and turned to look at the skinny.

“I bought a pen.uh...pen fairy for soul.”

“The pen, the pen?”Ye did repeat the two words.

"It's all stuff now."The skinny scratched face, "is the pen left by some of the Western barons."Legend has it that he has no human nature, directly draws the blood of slaves as ink, and uses that every day.The pen had a lot of complaints.It's right to use it."

I have some speechless.

The skinny himself doesn’t seem to believe it either.

"The pen is an antique, that's right."He patted his chest to promise that he would throw the things of the soul and the pen fairy aside.

“Come and see.”Ye is a little head.

The thin man ran into the room with a cigarette, and soon took a gift box out.

The box is the shape of the gift box, looks 80% new, without any sense of historical precipitation, but open the box, you can see the dilapidated pen lying inside.

The pen is a real thing, and it has all kinds of wear marks.

The skinny handed the pen directly to Ye Zhengyi.

Ye was playing for a while, opening the pen cap, observing the tip of the pen, and also opened the pen to observe the inner gall.

The pen can see a few reds in the guts, and it seems that this pen has been red ink before.

I didn’t see any strange breath in my pen.

Ye Zhengyi reassembled the pen, the hand on the coffee table, the paper on the coffee table became ordinary white paper, those brushes, the table also disappeared.

Ye was looking seriously at the drawing paper.

The tip of the pen fell, and a little red appeared on the white paper.

As Ye’s wrist shook, the tip of the pen drew beautiful lines on the paper.

Ye is a pen flying, if the pen is a god, no stop for a moment.

The pen did not need to be filled with ink, leaving a blood-red color directly on the paper.

After a few seconds, I saw the beginning of the river.