Meng Dongye also asked in confusion: "Brother Wei, it's not that I don't believe you. In this story, Jiang Yan got a colorful magic pen in his dream. Logically speaking, this pen does not exist!"

Brother Wei smiled and said, "You can't just look at the surface of everything. The truth is sometimes not as magical as the legend. This brush was originally a dark thing. Jiang Yan got it from somewhere. Since then, his literary talent has increased greatly. However, when outsiders ask, it is hard to tell directly, so they lied and said that it was a magic pen in their dreams. Later, they gradually found that the negative effect of this brush was too strong, so they dealt with it. Then they told outsiders that it was the old god who took the pen away.

"Writer Meng Da, I'm not bragging about it. Although you have read a lot of this running script, some things may not be as clear as we know. Because some truths are not written in books at all. How can that sentence be said? It's better to have no books than to believe in books." Brother Wei said.

I quite agree with Brother Wei. Yin things themselves contain a lot of historical knowledge, which is not something you can see in books. In the past two years of contact with Yin things, I have also gained a lot of knowledge.

Meng Dongye played with the brush: "What do you mean is that this brush has a negative effect? ​​Can you explain it in detail?"

Brother Wei laughed: "Don't worry, just a pen, I won't do anything to you. At most, I will use it once to make you live for several years. Jiang Yan used it until middle age to throw it away. It can be seen that it's no big deal."

"How many years will you live?" Meng Dongye frowned, as if he was struggling in his heart. It is not easy for ordinary people to take this step, but once they take it, they often cannot come back. This is the greed of human nature.

Finally, he said: "As long as I can write a good work, I am willing to bear the price. The author's life does not depend on length. A good work can naturally make the author famous for its eternity."

"It's so satisfying!" Brother Wei applauded repeatedly: "First is to appreciate your pleasure, and second, for the name of Mengda screenwriter, I'll give you this money for free, just treat it as my little intention."

"No, no, that's how it works? It's not easy for you to do this." Meng Dongye immediately stuffed the box containing the money to Brother Wei.

Brother Wei was originally polite, so he didn't insist anymore. He took the money and said, "I like to make friends. Can you sign me with a name?"

"It's easy to say."

So both parties made money and made the business. When Brother Wei reached out to pick up the money, I noticed blood marks on his arm, some of which were new and some of which were old. He noticed my sight and hurriedly covered it with his sleeves.

I secretly suspect that things may not be that simple, Brother Wei seemed to be eager to take the pen.

Meng Dongye asked him how to use the pen. Brother Wei told Meng Dongye that there is a small hole at the top of the brush. It is not necessary to feed it for three days with the blood on his fingertips. It doesn’t need to be too much. It only takes six hours to feed it. When the blood soaks the pruning pen and the whole pen tip is bright red, it will be awakened, and then write whatever you want to make sure that the writing is like a spring.

"Written with it?" Meng Dongye asked.

Brother Wei laughed: "You are so funny. You can continue to use whatever you use. Just keep the Yin object next to you. You don't have to use it to cut off ghosts to eliminate disasters and evil spirits, right?"

"Okay, I understand." Meng Dongye smiled satisfied.

We said goodbye to Brother Wei and left this unfinished building. I specifically reminded Meng Dongye that if there are any abnormalities during use, I will contact me immediately.

He agreed and left first.

I turned around and walked towards the nearby convenience store. Yin Xinyue asked me what I was doing, and I asked for something.

A female shop owner was sitting in the backstage of a small shop watching TV while eating melon seeds. I went up and asked if I could ask if I asked me if I wanted to find out. As a result, she ignored me. Later, I bought a pack of Soft China, and her attitude changed immediately.

"Aunt, I'll ask you something, how long has the unfinished building in the back been ruined?" I asked.

"It's been two or three years." said the female shop owner.

"Do you know how you stopped?"

The female shop owner thought for a while and said, "It seems that something major accident happened. More than a dozen migrant workers died in one go. Who dares to live in a place where people died! The houses that were pre-sold were returned again, and the real estate developer could not recover the cost. He owed a lot of bank loans to flee to Taiwan, and then he kept rotting here..."

She looked me up and down and asked me if I was planning to plan the land. I vaguely said I asked for a friend.

The female shop owner said, "You advise your friend not to do such a thing as using money to waste water. Do you know where this place is? It is a execution ground, and all the prisoners are sent here to beheaded. The real estate developer used to seek cheapness, but it ended up in a big mess. The feng shui of this place is bad. I never stay here at night. It is said that there are often headless people walking around here."

I cursed inwardly and was deceived by Brother Wei!

I hurried back, and Yin Xinyue asked me on the way, "Brother Zhang, why should he live here in such a fierce place?"

"He is fighting poison with poison, and that pen is definitely not a good thing. In order to suppress this pen, he specially chose to live in a place of great danger." I explained hurriedly.

"Is this kind of thing feasible to fight poison with poison?" Yin Xinyue was a little confused.

I nodded. There was not a harmonious relationship between the wronged souls and the wronged souls. Generally speaking, ancient ghosts and current ghosts were a little inconsistent. I used the method of using poison to fight poison. Of course, I used it to deal with evil things.

When I rushed back, I saw Brother Wei packing up his things, and he was humming a little song happily while packing up. When I saw us coming back, I said embarrassedly: "My wife just called me and found me a basement. It's not a big deal to live in it all the time. I'm about to move over."

"What a coincidence?" I sneered: "The thing I was targeted by the police is simply fake! You are trying to keep this pen."

"Brother Zhang, you have been wronged to death. I, Dawei, have always been a duty in business. How could I sell the things in question to customers?" Brother Wei was careless.

"You like to hide everywhere, right? Believe it or not, I will use some means to tell you to hide for the rest of your life." I shouted angrily.

Brother Wei's face was scared and he quickly begged: "No, I know very well what kind of person you are."

"Just know, tell me, what's going on with that deal!"

Brother Wei scratched his head, looked at me embarrassedly and said, "That writing... has killed anyone before."

I was not too surprised to see this, and asked him to continue talking. He said that he had experienced four masters before. The first two were writers who wrote online novels, and the last two were writers who wrote physical books. I remembered this. Some time ago, there was indeed news that an online writer committed suicide due to too much pressure in life.

This writing can indeed give people infinite inspiration and make people write like gods, but the negative effect is too great, and the owner will be exhausted soon. What's even more terrifying is that every time someone tortures to death, his wronged soul will be bound to the pen.

Since Brother Wei collected this pen, there has been no peace in his family for a day. All day long, four evil ghosts have grabbed him and scratched him, asking him to return the pen to them. He couldn't sleep or eat food, so he was crazy.

In the end, he hid here. This place was indeed haunted, but compared to the four evil spirits, the ghosts here were as friendly as uncles.

Brother Wei took off his clothes and showed us that he was covered with bloodstains from scratches, and there was almost no piece of intact skin.

I frowned and said, "Why don't you come to me?"

"Look for you? Please, everyone is a bowl of rice with yin food. You don't understand the rules of this industry?"

"What rules?" I was stunned.

"If you intervene, will this thing belong to you? If you sell it, will I have a problem with my head? I spent 200,000 yuan to collect this money, and I am not a charity." Brother Wei said.

"Fuck! Do you want your life or money?"
Chapter completed!