genius witch hunter

Chapter 61 The Story of 70 Years Ago
Ye Kong was confused by the old man's appearance at this time.

what happened?
Don't you just want to see that brush?

As for being so shocked, so scared?

"Little friend, tell me, do you really want to see the brush on my wall?"

Seeing that Ye Kong was silent, the old man hurried out from the counter.

Coming in front of Ye Kong, he asked solemnly again.

"Can you see?"

On the contrary, Ye Kong seemed unsure.

Is this to watch or not to watch?

"You can, as long as you really want to."

The old man nodded seriously and said.

"Then have a look!"

Ye Kong looked at Ouyang Jingjing, and then said.

"God's will! It seems that it is really God's will!"

After getting Ye Kong's affirmative answer, the old man sighed and said.

Then he turned around tremblingly, and went to pick up the pen for Ye Kong.

"Ye Kong, is this strange old man not clear-headed?"

Taking advantage of the old man picking up the pen, Ouyang Jingjing pointed to his head in fear and asked Ye Kong questions.

Anyway, ever since she entered this ghost shop, Ouyang Jingjing felt that the old man in this shop was very strange.

As for where the blame is, Ouyang Jingjing can't tell.

Anyway, ordinary people would never be like this old man in the store.

"I don't know, let's talk about it later!"

Ye Kong thought for a while and said softly.

This old man is indeed very strange.

But everyone went to pick up their pens, and Ye Kong couldn't help but leave without saying goodbye.

And that brush also made Ye Kong a little interested.

It seems that this pen is very unusual.

Although there is no fluctuation of aura above.

But Ye Kong's intuition told him that this was worth a look.

Not long after, the shopkeeper had already used a bamboo pole to get the brush off the wall.

"Little friend, let's see!"

The old man's hands trembled, and he handed the pen to Ye Kong.

I don't know if his hands are shaking because of old age, or because of other reasons.

Ye Kong took the pen and looked at it carefully.

At first glance, this pen looks like an old item.

However, it is well preserved and is considered a good antique.

If it is not in this dark shop, ordinary people seldom come to set foot in it.

Maybe it has long been taken by people who like to collect antiques.

Watching it so up close, though.

Ye Kong felt more and more that this pen was unusual.

Although there is no aura fluctuation, it exudes a trace of vicissitudes and fierce aura.

It seems that what is held in the hand is not a pen, but a sword.

A murderous sword.

But what is the mystery of this sum, Ye Kong was a little uncertain for a while.

But what Ye Kong can be sure of is that this brush must have a certain restraint effect on some evil things.

Not to mention anything else, but the fierce aura emanating from the body of the pen is very extraordinary.

If it is a talisman drawn with such a stroke, it will inevitably have unexpected effects.

"Old man, I wonder if this pen of yours can be transferred?"

Ye Kong thought for a while, and asked the old man in the shop.

Ye Kong will soon set up an altar to ask questions.

At that time, there may still be a fierce battle to fight.

If this pen can be obtained by Ye Kong, it will be somewhat helpful.

"really."

However, Ye Kong said a word.

The old man in the store suddenly staggered and took a few steps back.

If Ye Kong hadn't subdued him instinctively, maybe he would have fallen to the ground.

"Old man, are you alright?"

Ye Kong frowned, and said:
"If you don't want to transfer it, I will never force it."

A gentleman does not take people's favor.

Although this is a good sum, Ye Kong will not buy or sell by force.

"No, take it!"

The old man in the shop stabilized his mind, and said with a little dejection:
"It's God's will, take your pens and go!"

After finishing speaking, the shopkeeper didn't seem to want to say anything more to Ye Kong and the others.

With a hunched body, he walked towards the store with thoughts.

And Ye Kong could vaguely hear the old man say something like "God's will... that's enough, it's time to go".

"Ye Kong, let's go! This old man is very strange."

Ouyang quietly pulled the corner of La Yekong's clothes with some fear, and whispered.

This old man is full of mystery.

Ouyang Jingjing felt a little scared for no reason.

And she felt that being in this store gave her an uncomfortable feeling.

She just wanted to get out of this weird place quickly.

Ye Kong looked at the brush in his hand, and finally nodded.

Take Ouyang and leave quietly.

After leaving Mingdian, Ye Kong always had a bad feeling in his heart.

But what exactly is this feeling, Ye Kong couldn't tell for a while.

Ye Kong looked at the pen in his hand, walking and thinking all the way.

"not good."

Suddenly, Ye Kong, who was about to walk out of the ancient street, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Yelled bad.

"What's the matter? Surprised?"

Ouyang asked quietly and puzzled.

"The old man is in danger."

Ye Kong dropped a word and hurried back.

At this time, Ye Kong finally knew why he had a bad feeling in his heart.

Dead air, is dead air.

At the moment when the shopkeeper handed over the brush to Ye Kong.

The old man in the store suddenly exuded a dead air.

In other words, the life of the old man in the shop is passing by quickly.

There is no death energy in a normal person, but anger.

The exhaustion of vitality and the arrival of death energy is a sign of imminent death.

However, when Ye Kong and Ouyang Jingjing returned to the Ming shop as quickly as possible.

The old man in the store was already lying on his back on the ground, dying.

"Old man, how are you?"

Ye Kong hurriedly helped the old man up.

Then quietly entered a wave of internal force into the old man's body.

But Ye Kong also knew that, after all, he was powerless.

Even with internal strength protecting his heart veins, the death energy on the old man's body was still getting stronger and stronger.

The dead breath lingers, even if the gods come, they will be powerless to return to heaven.

"What's up with him?"

Ouyang quietly covered his mouth and asked in shock.

Why did a person who was fine just now suddenly fall to the ground?
Ye Kong shook his head lightly, because Ye Kong didn't know what was going on.

"God's will! The Taoist priest's words came true."

With the protection of Ye Kong's internal force, the old man woke up slightly.

But he didn't seem to see Ye Kong at the moment.

He muttered some incomprehensible words in his mouth.

"Little friend, why are you back?"

Not long after, the old man in the store suddenly became energetic as if he had returned to his light.

He turned to look at Ye Kong and asked with some doubts.

"Old man, we found you fell to the ground, so we came back to see how you are?"

Ye Kong frowned and asked.

"What else? This is God's will. I have lived for more than 70 years, and it is worth it."

The old man smiled slightly and said.

"Ye Kong, I think he is confused, why don't we send him to the hospital!"

Ouyang said quietly a little nervously.

"No, I know my own body, I won't survive today, and going to the hospital won't help."

The old man shook his head and said.

For the old man's insistence, Ye Kong did not force himself.

Because no one knows the old man's body better than Ye Kong.

He really couldn't survive today.

Even Ye Kong was helpless, even the best hospital could not save him.

"Old man, can you tell me about the origin of this sum?"

Ye Kong asked with some guilt.

Although Ye Kong didn't know why the old man in the store suddenly became angry.

But it must have something to do with the brush in Ye Kong's hand.

Because this writing brush was in Ye Kong's hands, the old man suddenly became lifeless.

It was so subtle at first that Ye Kong could hardly sense it.

But now the dead air is very strong.

"This pen? I don't know its origin, it was one night more than 70 years ago..."

The old man in the store said.

It turned out that one night more than 70 years ago.

Just as the shop of Ming was about to close, a veteran Taoist who was covered in wounds suddenly broke in.

The Taoist's mouth is the object to be interrogated.

After the old man's father collected the so-called interrogation items for the old Taoist.

The old Taoist suddenly took out the unknown writing brush in Ye Kong's hand.

And told the old man's father:

"Be sure to hang this pen in the center of the wall, facing the doorway. Under normal circumstances, you can't take it off, otherwise you and your children will be bloody. However, once someone wants this pen , must be handed over to the other party unconditionally. At that time, your child will die."

After the old Taoist finished speaking, he drifted away.

At that time, the old man's father saw that Taoist was so solemn.

And this matter is also related to the wealth and life of myself and my children.

Based on the mentality that I would rather believe what I have than believe what I don't have, I obeyed.

And hang the brush on the wall that night.

This hanging has been hanging for more than 70 years.

For more than 70 years, no one cares about that brush.

Now that I met Ye Kong, Ye Kong proposed to take a look at the brush.

The old man in the store remembered what happened that night.

Ye Kong also knew what happened after that.

The pen was acquired by Ye Kong.

And the old man is about to die as the old Taoist said.

"Old man, your story is too mysterious, right? Are you trying to blackmail people?"

After listening to the old man's story, Ouyang Jingjing's first reaction was that it was fake.

It is often said on the Internet: It is not that old people become bad, but that bad people become old.

It seems that it is not alarmist talk!
In this day and age, not only the elderly on the side of the road cannot be helped, but even the elderly cannot do their business.

Because the old people nowadays are trying to blackmail people.

too frightening.

"To shut up."

Ye Kong glared at Ouyang Jingjing angrily, and shouted.

Whether what the old man said was true or not, Ye Kong knew it well.

Maybe there are many things that Ouyang Jingjing can't understand.

But Ye Kong is a monk.

From the old man's words, Ye Kong guessed the whole thing.

(End of this chapter)