"How about it? There won't really be a fight, right?"
Soon after, seeing Li Fan appear, Yang Kui, who had been waiting there for a long time, jumped down and asked with a bit of nervousness.
Although she said it was easy, in fact, she also knew how powerful Li Ang was.
She would never think that if there was a serious fight, this matter could be solved.
Li Fan shook his head and said: "No, we just talked calmly and reached cooperation."
"That's good."
Yang Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But soon I realized something was wrong.
"Wait, what are you collaborating on?"
If the people of the Li family unite together, will they want to deal with their father again?
When Yang Ju thought of this, she couldn't help but blow her beard and glare, and couldn't help but give Li Fan a cat punch.
"I'm warning you, don't think of doing bad things!"
"What bad things can you do? We just discussed using that pen together and asking questions."
Li Fan felt puzzled. He didn't even think about overthrowing Emperor Delong. It was clear that it was Yang Yan who was too filial and concerned about her.
"Ask a question?" Yang Ju was slightly startled and then stopped talking.
Li Fan couldn't figure out what she was planning for a while, but since he had made an appointment with Li Ang, he ordered people to secretly search for the death row prisoners who were supposed to be executed as a price for using the Fuqi magic pen.
After he obtained this thing, he never used it much and did not let others have the opportunity to use it. One of the reasons was to prevent himself from developing the habit of relying on this thing and killing indiscriminately.
On the surface, this kind of thing does not seem to have much cost, only benefits, but in fact, there are many hidden pitfalls.
Because this magic pen is only responsible for answering questions and does not ensure accuracy and effectiveness.
In most cases, the answers written by this pen can be considered true.
But I can’t control the details at all.
Completely true words can be misunderstood through clever guidance, let alone such a mysterious thing?
Once you develop the habit of relying on this substance, you will most likely be controlled by it.
This point has already been fully documented in the secret files of the Demon Suppression Division.
Again, the power of strangeness is unstable, and you must be cautious before you can truly control it perfectly.
But Li Fan is not a pedantic person. If he doesn't use it, he will just keep it on the shelf and don't use it at all.
This time we reached an agreement with Li Ang, which was the perfect opportunity to use it.
That night, after the servants in the mansion fell asleep, the Hou Mansion fell into silence. Li Fan came to the ancestral hall with the magic pen and the prisoners who were going to be slaughtered and sacrificed.
He did not step into it again and insisted on solving it outside.
Li Ang didn't force it, he simply showed up and watched him use it in person.
"Come here, hold this pen, straighten your hands, and don't move it!
No matter what happens, there is no need to say anything, just follow your instinct. "
The prisoners who had committed capital crimes had already been punished and made docile. They did not dare to stab them after hearing the words, and they followed Li Bin's orders honestly.
Even when Li Ang, who was covered in decay and looked like a monster, stood in front of him, the death row prisoner did not dare to look or ask any more questions.
Although he is not a stranger, he has seen those weird things and knows the tip of the iceberg of this world hidden under common sense.
"I want to know where the 'real thing' that belongs to me is!"
Li Ang's eyes flashed and he spoke the question he wanted to ask in a hoarse voice.
As these words came out, mysterious power surged over.
A strange look appeared on the face of the death row prisoner, and he immediately felt a slight numbness, like an electric current rushing through his arm.
This force seemed to be an idea beyond his own control, gradually driving his hand to move.
The death row prisoner's eyes widened with a bit of disbelief, and he moved accordingly.
He could be sure that he didn't do it, but he was still moved by the pen.
That magic pen is writing on its own!
"Exotic treasure"
A treasure that has the magical power to spy on strange things and write secrets."
Li Ang was looking at the words written by the pen, but Li Fan focused on the magic pen itself.
When the other party activated his power, his eyes flashed, and he saw clearly the nature of its strange origin.
"So that's what happened."
As Li Fan thought to himself, the movement of the magic pen became more obvious.
It began to slide on the altar table outside the ancestral hall, and lightly touched the paper. The handwriting was sloppy, but some writings were clearly visible.
The death row prisoner subconsciously wanted to loosen his hand, but strangely, the current seemed to be increasing, forcing his palms to bend, and instead he tightened his grip.
"I...I can't move!"
Li Chuan and Li Ang ignored him. Yang Kuang and the servants in the Hou Mansion who were hiding in the dark looked at him. The man's body was trembling as if he was drunk, and he seemed to be dancing in front of the altar table.
While shaking his body, he did not move the magic pen away from the table, and continued to write quickly there.
After a while, there was only a plop, and the skirt fell to the ground, dying.
Li Chuan faintly saw a blazing white light, like a soul leaving the body and being sucked into the magic pen.
At the same time, the body that originally looked tall and strong immediately withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming skinny and black.
He turned his attention to the copybook on the table, and saw that it was written in the text: "Beyond 'Hell', where the corpses are buried, trillions of true bodies are at your fingertips."
"Um?"
When Li Chuan and Li Ang saw this, their breaths froze.
Beyond "hell", the place where corpses are buried?
Billions of true bodies?
The amount of information contained in this sentence was too great. Having been there before and seeing those endless corpses, Li Ao immediately thought of a lot.
He suddenly remembered something, became excited, and trembled uncontrollably.
"Could it be that all of those are..."
"Damn, useless trash!
I have known this for a long time. There are so many real things, which one is the real one! "
Li Ang was a little broken.
He has obviously been there before, seen with his own eyes the mountains and seas of corpses, and knows that there are nearly countless terrifying evil spirits hidden in that place.
The answer from the Fuqi magic pen seemed to give him the answer he wanted honestly, but in fact, he received nothing...
He has no way of knowing where the "real thing" he belongs to is, and there is no way to gain any benefit from this information!
Li Ang felt that he was being tricked and couldn't help but slap the magic pen with his palm.
As a result, he saw that with a stroke of the divine brush, his body turned into white light, and he wanted to escape into the void and escape.
