Bring home the national male god of the fast-passing system

Chapter 1383 Pen and Ink End of the World (64)

The aunt who had just turned around stopped, with a surprised smile on her face. "You know everything? I thought you didn't know anything?"

"What is a pen psychic??"

"Hahaha, you girl, you ask me, how do I know, anyway, we all know that your grandma can talk to ghosts, and people from ten miles and eight villages come to your grandma's house to ask your grandma to do something, your grandma just takes a pen and writes it to you." Ghosts draw talismans on paper, draw a talisman for someone to take away, a piece of talisman sells for a lot of money, I have never seen money come in so fast, otherwise, why would your grandmother raise you so big."

As the aunt spoke, she pouted again, her tone was full of sourness, Linghu Lan couldn't help frowning, could this be the reason why she and Wen Mo's grandmother didn't get along?
Linghulan looked outside, the sky was already dark, the sun's peripheral light had completely dissipated, and the darkness enveloped the earth again, she thought for a while and said: "Is there really a ghost in the village? Or is it the older generation?" To scare children?"

The aunt paused and smiled. "I know that you young people don't take these taboos seriously. In the past, there was a young man in the village who didn't believe it like you. He went out to work and came back. He entered the house on the fifteenth night, and was found drowned in the well the next morning. If you are dead, you still have to listen to some taboos."

Linghu Lan smiled, stood up, and said calmly: "You're right, I don't believe in evil like that young man, so I just want to give it a try and see if I will fall into the well and drown tomorrow morning. Thank you auntie for the tea, I'm leaving."

Linghu Lan resolutely walked towards the door, the aunt was obviously panicked, she stretched out her hand to pull Linghu Lan, but she was in vain, Linghu Lan's figure flashed, she had already walked out of the door, and within a few steps she stood on Wen Mo again. Grandma's door.

Behind her came the sound of aunt's footsteps and panting chase. "You can't go in, don't go in, there are ghosts in there."

Linghu Lan smiled, pushed open the door firmly, and walked in.

The scenery in front of him suddenly changed. In the darkness, the four corners of the courtyard lit up with dim lights, illuminating the entire small courtyard.

Linghu Lan took a closer look, it was the ghost fire, floating in the air firmly like that, silent and steady.

The three houses were still old, but Linghu Lan felt a faint sense of intimacy in her heart, as if the house was extremely attractive to her.

She turned her head and looked out the door again.

In the darkness, there was a dark shadow at the door, and Linghu Lan could tell that it was the aunt at the opposite door. At this time, the aunt's complexion was ashen, standing motionless at the door, with lifeless eyes, she just looked at Linghu Lan with resentment.

If Linghulan was a little Mengxin, she would definitely be horrified by that stare, and her hairs would stand on end. But as an old fairy who has lived for n ten thousand years, she smiled when she looked at the door, and said loudly: "What the hell is going on?" Is there a ghost inside the door, or outside the door? Auntie!"

The aunt's movements became sluggish all of a sudden, and she made a stiff mechanical voice: "Can you leave me a piece to eat? Now I have to attract a group, and then I can only get a small piece."

As soon as she finished speaking, another ghost appeared at the door, staring at Linghu Lan with a dull expression and strange eyes.

Immediately afterwards, two more ghost figures blocked the small doorway.

Not far away, black shadows continued to float over, one after another, blocking the small door tightly. Many of them had greeted Linghu Lan when she first entered the village.

(End of this chapter)