Tianshi travels in the clouds, returns to the mountain and finds that his home has been stolen

Chapter 285 Millennium Undead
"Ho..."

Everyone was startled and stared at the vertical pencil.

Without any assistance, it is completely suspended. If you look closely, you can even see that the pen tip is still leaving the paper.

【Please give me a pen? 】

Netizens in the live broadcast room were shocked and posted comments.

[No, no, no, asking the pen fairy is not this routine, I have seen it before! 】

[Then how do you explain this? Didn’t God say it? 】

[Nah, he is a heavenly master after all. He always uses methods that ordinary people cannot understand to deal with the problems at hand. 】

[I’m new here, I’m a fan and I won’t leave! 】

[The Heavenly Master is indeed asking, but he is not asking about gods or heaven, but about the spirits of the dead. 】

Finally, someone with knowledge in the barrage came forward to answer the question.

[Just asking, I’ve never seen anything like this? 】

[Yes, but there is always something special!For example, if you ask a deaf-mute person, what can he tell you? 】

[Don’t write by hand? If you encounter someone who can’t write, then you have to use all four limbs to make gestures! 】

【Clear! 】

"Write!"

Zhang Pingan continued to urge.

At this moment, the pencil began to fall, fit the paper, and began to move slowly.

Writing began to appear on the paper, but the handwriting was very sloppy.

After a long time, the complete handwriting finally appeared on the paper.

"You ask!"

Two words on the paper, plus a big exclamation mark.

After reading it, Zhang Pingan's face turned red. He was too impatient and just asked others to write. What should he write?

"who are you?"

Zhang Pingan asked seriously.

"anonymous!"

At this moment, three words appeared on the paper.

Anonymous, is there really anyone named Anonymous in the world?
of course not.

Rather, it is a person who has not been given a name, or whose real name has been forgotten.

"Then which family are you from?"

Since it is anonymous, the parents should have names, so the victim can be found.

Zhang Ping'an asked and watched the pencil writing slide on the paper.

"Li Family!"

Two words appeared on the paper.

"The Li family?"

Zhang Pingan was shocked and looked at Li Meng.

"But in Qingzhu Village, everyone has the surname Li?"

Li Meng was immediately puzzled. Everyone in Qingzhu Village was surnamed Li, so which Li family was it?

"more specific?"

Zhang Pingan continued to delve deeper.

"Li Zaisheng's house!"

Zhang Pingan deployed, the pencil hesitated for a moment, and then continued to wander, leaving four words on the paper.

"Li Zaisheng?"

Zhang Ping'an didn't know who exactly this name belonged to, so he asked again.

"dad?!"

Li Meng immediately turned his attention to Uncle Li.

Uncle Li's name is "Li Zaisheng".

This is similar to what Zhang Ping'an had guessed before, that the undead belonged to Uncle Li's family.

"Are you the second oldest or the fourth?"

Zhang Ping'an knew that Uncle Li also abandoned a girl during this period.

It was unknown whether the abandoned girl was an adult at this time and whether she had grown up, so she asked at this time.

Li Zaisheng had four children, and his eldest son and third daughter survived.

The second daughter was abandoned and the fourth daughter died in infancy.

"Fourth."

After Zhang Pingan asked, the pencil moved on the paper and wrote the identity of the undead.

"Fourth."

Zhang Pingan was confused.

Things die as things live, but it can actually work.

The five-year-old girl died in infancy. Kindergarten was not popular at that time, and primary school started at the age of seven or eight.

Therefore, a five-year-old child should not be able to read, let alone write.

Therefore, Zhang Ping'an questioned the identity of the fourth child.

"You must have borrowed the name of the fourth child!"

Zhang Ping'an immediately speculated and asked.

Li Zaisheng, his wife and Li Meng were stunned.Zhang Pingan had already guessed this.

[This, I agree with the Heavenly Master. How could a child who died at the age of five know how to write? 】

[Maybe he went to another world and went to elementary school! 】

[Stop talking nonsense, you may be able to read, but it will definitely not be as systematic as in school. 】

[So, this fourth child is not the real fourth child, but a fake. 】

Netizens in the live broadcast room speculated based on the information obtained.

And this is also recognized by Zhang Ping'an.

"Who would that be?"

Li Meng muttered beside him.

In fact, this is what Zhang Pingan needs to know.

"Grudges have a head, and debts have an owner!"

"No matter why you came here? But it doesn't matter!"

"I am Master Fangshan, and I will try my best to satisfy you!"

Zhang Pingan needs to know who this person is in order to satisfy him, send him away, and rescue the foolish Li Zheng.

"..."

There was a moment of sadness, and the pencil that stood upright never moved again.

But he didn't fall down, which showed that the undead was thinking and hesitating.

"Monster, please reply quickly, or I will beat you to the point where you will lose your soul and you will not be able to become a ghost!"

Zhang Pingan threatened, and he really has such strength.

"..."

The pencil stood upright, still unresponsive.

"Write!"

Zhang Pingan shouted.

The pencil shook for a moment, then fell down with a "snap".

The undead, who refused to eat the toast and were punished with wine, began to resist.

He even gave up his writing and left.

"Hey, don't even think about escaping!"

Zhang Pingan shouted, and suddenly a copper bell appeared in his hand.

"Ring Ling..."

The copper bell shook and made a crisp sound.

The cold wind blew, and the people in the courtyard were so excited that they couldn't help but close their clothes and cross their arms.

The pencil that landed on the paper moved.

Then he slowly stood up again.

"No matter who you are? What are you capable of?"

"Since we are here tonight, we must give an explanation, otherwise I will be uneasy and so will you!"

Zhang Pingan continued to persuade.

At this time, the pencil stood upright again unwillingly.

As we all know, no matter what kind of pen, when writing, the pen and the paper are not vertical.

The pencil is vertical, so writing in this way will be jerky and not smooth.

But that’s the way it is with the writing of the undead.

[It’s really different from Qingbixian. Is this a new skill?I have never seen this kind of gameplay! 】

[Although this kid is difficult to deal with, he doesn’t dare to be arrogant in front of the Heavenly Master! 】

【If you don’t accept it, you will die! 】

The barrage in the live broadcast room was mixed with many applause expressions.

Obviously, Zhang Ping'an's various operations are something people have never seen before.

"The undead from thousands of years ago."

The vertical pencil moved at this moment and wrote a sentence.

Millennium undead?
Zhang Pingan looked carefully at the handwriting on the paper again.

How come the undead from thousands of years ago are written in modern simplified Chinese characters?

"Why do you linger here and persecute others?"

Zhang Ping'an ignored everyone's doubts and directly asked for answers to the writing of the dead.

People in the Yang world have a certain number of Yang lifespans, and deceased people have a Yin lifespan in another dimension.

The law of heaven dictates that no human being can live forever, and no soul can live forever. Otherwise, it violates the law of heaven and reincarnation.

There must be a reason that forces the souls of the dead to stay in the world of the dead.

"It's a long story, but to put it briefly, lives were lost during the conquest a thousand years ago."

"The body was thrown into the wilderness, buried in the ground by good people, and stayed here."

"Hundreds of years of peace and quiet."

"Even if someone lived here later, they were fine."

"But one day, a madman dug up my burial place."

The pencil wrote a series of words on the paper.

(End of this chapter)