Chapter 64 Pencil

Wang Xiaoming walked towards the ghost child lying on the ground.

Li Jun followed closely behind him, with a vigilant look on his face.

The reason why Li Jun took back the ghost fire was because of the existence of the red supernatural power.

Wang Xiaoming felt that the evil ghost of this red supernatural power was similar to the music box, revealing murderous intent while protecting. Now the two supernatural powers are restraining each other, and he is not going to destroy this balance.

When he came to the front of the ghost child, Wang Xiaoming's eyes were instantly attracted by a pencil in the ghost child's hand. It was a very ordinary HB pencil, which was only one dollar in a stationery store.

But in Wang Xiaoming's spiritual vision, it was completely different. The extraordinary light like obsidian flashed on it. This was a ghost.

"Identification!"

'The pencil containing the curse rules can kill the opponent by writing the name, and it is slowly recovering. '

It is indeed a ghost, and it is a ghost in the shape of an ordinary object, just right to experiment with another ability of the appraiser.

"Weaken!"

Wang Xiaoming used the ability he gained after being promoted to an appraiser-weakening, which can weaken the side effects of magical items.

A pale blue light spot appeared in Wang Xiaoming's hand and fell on the pencil ghost. The pencil, which was ready to move because of Wang Xiaoming's approach, fell silent again.

Sure enough, in this world, supernatural ghosts are equivalent to mysterious magical items, and their side effects are also very simple and direct, that is, supernatural erosion.

Weakening ability can weaken the negative damage of supernatural ghosts, which actually reduces the erosion of supernatural ghosts and suppresses the revival of supernatural ghosts in disguise.

"Professor," seeing Wang Xiaoming was about to pick up the pencil, Li Jun couldn't help but worry: "Let me do it!"

"Don't worry, I know my limits." Wang Xiaoming refused.

When he was about to pick up the pencil, he had already conducted many spiritual visions and appraisals, plus weakening the erosion of the supernatural, and the protection of the exorcism bell, he had determined that the pencil ghost would not pose a threat to him.

After picking up the pencil, Wang Xiaoming seemed to know it by nature, and understood the use of the pencil. He could kill people by writing the other party's name directly with a pencil, without being restricted by distance, or by drawing the other party's approximate appearance with a pencil.

However, because of the same name and the painter, you must have a clear goal in mind when using the pencil. Otherwise, the pencil that cannot find the target will backfire on its user. If there is no certain strength to resist, the user will die on the spot.

However, Wang Xiaoming is different from others. He is an appraiser and can use weakening to weaken the negative effects. Even if he encounters backlash, his life will not be affected.

After understanding the ability of the pencil, Wang Xiaoming looked at the ghost child lying on the ground. At this moment, he had lost the support of the pencil ghost and completely turned into an ordinary corpse.

After finding that there was no omission, Wang Xiaoming said: "The danger is temporarily lifted. Li Jun, take them together and go to the hotel where the ghost child appeared."

He suspected that the hotel was the place where the supernatural incident broke out at the beginning, otherwise why would the ghost appear in the hotel first?

When they heard that they had to go back to the hotel, the survivors were immediately unhappy.

"I won't go back. If you want to go back, go back by yourself." The man with glasses said first. In his opinion, going back is to die.

Moreover, he had a conflict with Wang Xiaoming once, and it was even more impossible for him to follow him.

"Yes, we won't go back." With the man with glasses taking the lead, the rest of the people also said.

"Professor, what should we do?" Li Jun looked at Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming's expression did not change, and he said:

"I never force others. Those who are willing to go with me should stand by my side first, and those who are unwilling to go with me can leave."

Soon,

"I will go with you." The young policeman stood up.

As for the others, they were unwilling to return to the original hotel. The huge shadow left there made them prefer to stay in the dark than to return to the hotel.

Wang Xiaoming was not disappointed to see this result. He nodded to the young policeman, and then said to the rest of the people:

"Finally, I will give you a piece of advice. There is more than one evil ghost here. You must be careful."

After that, Li Jun used the ghost domain and took Wang Xiaoming and the young policeman away.

"Let's go quickly. The man just said there is another ghost. I don't want to die."

"Yes, let's go quickly. I see there seems to be a light over there. There must be someone there. Let's go over there."

"You believe what he says. I think that person is just trying to scare us because we didn't agree to go to the hotel." The man with glasses said disdainfully.

Although he said so, his body still walked towards the light honestly.

What happened today has overturned their worldviews, and now they are all scared!

They dare not walk too fast, because the light is too dim and the darkness is too thick.

The light seems not far away, but for some reason, they have not reached it for several minutes.

"Have you found anything strange?" Someone in the crowd asked in a trembling voice.

"I found it, it seems that we have encountered a ghost wall. We have been walking for several minutes, and the position of the light does not seem to have changed."

"Indeed, we will not really encounter ghosts again, right? Where is such a wide road in the city?"

"If I had known, I would have followed that person back to the hotel. I think those two people are masters who can catch ghosts."

A few people walked in front, saying regretful words and discussing whether to go back.

The man with glasses was of course not happy. He felt that if he went back, he would definitely not survive because of the festival, so he hurriedly said:

"Don't be afraid, everyone, isn't it okay now... Besides, we have been walking for so long, and we can't go back in the dark!"

After listening to the man with glasses, several people also felt that it made sense. They turned their heads and looked at the way behind them. They could not see clearly.

But——

That's not right!

Where did the people go?

Where did the person who spoke first go?

Where did such a large group of people go?

Although the environment here is dark, they have adapted to the darkness here. At least the figures in front of them can still be seen clearly.

There is nothing behind them, not a single figure.

Nearly 30 people walking behind disappeared silently,

leaving only the five people walking in front.

Seeing this scene, the man with glasses and several other people suddenly felt cold all over.

Fear! Trembling!

And helplessness.

What happened just now? So many living people disappeared out of thin air, which is even more frightening than the curse of the ghost child.

"What should I do?"

Someone trembled all over and shivered.

"Run!"

I don't know who shouted to run away, and the five people didn't care about the darkness and ran towards the direction of the light.

After running a few steps, the man with glasses found that the panting sound that had just surrounded him had disappeared. He turned his head and looked.

In the weak light, he saw that the person who had just been by his side was like a stroke erased by an eraser, disappearing from his sight from head to toe.

Oh no, run!

The man with glasses desperately moved his legs and ran towards the distance. He felt that he had used up all his strength in this life.

Plop!

After a fall and a roll, the man with glasses fell heavily to the ground. He was tripped. He ran too fast and couldn't observe the road well in the dark.

The man with glasses didn't even have the strength to stand up now. He felt that he was starting to disappear. At the last moment of his life, he let go of his fear and began to curse everything.

But before he could say a few words, he was wiped away by the evil spirit like a stain.

Only a pair of broken glasses was left in place.