When Yin Xinyue came back from buying a lunch box, I was checking things from the computer while calling people. When I hung up the phone, she asked me: "Brother Zhang, who are you calling?"

"Editorial Department, I found the numbers online and asked them for some information about the writers."

After saying that, I wrote down the real name, home address, and birth date of the second writer on paper, and started looking for the editorial contact information of the third writer.

Soon, the information from the four writers was obtained. I tore off the paper and put it in my pocket, picked up the lunch box and took a few bites.

I searched for the last book written by two online writers. The paid chapters in the following section cost money, so I registered an account and charged a few hundred yuan. I think writing a book is not easy, so I should still support the genuine version.

Both books are very popular, but they suddenly abandoned the trap at the last moment. The comments below were initially accusing the writer of irresponsible and casual eunuchs. When they learned about the writer's death, the comments turned into words of regret and regret.

This is probably the reason why their wronged souls are bound.

I told Yin Xinyue this idea, and she said in surprise: "Is this a kind of resentment not filled in the pit?"

"Of course, I haven't experienced it myself, but this feeling must be particularly entangled. This pen is bound by this resentment..." I explained.

"Is this a coincidence?" Yin Xinyue asked.

"No, it was this pen that was deliberately, everyone died when the book was about to end." I took a deep breath and said.

"In other words, as long as the script of Meng Dongye is written to the end, he will die?"

"From his current physical and mental state, it is very likely!" I said worriedly.

My name is Yin Xinyue to do me a favor. She has a wide connection and can see if she can contact the publishing house of two physical writers and get the manuscript of their last book.

If you want to resolve the resentment of these four ghosts, there is only one way to fill in the pit for them!

This may be the most difficult thing I have ever done since I started this industry, and I can't handle it all at once, so I probably have to ask someone to help me.

Tonight I plan to do a way to suppress it and suppress the power of the flower-bringing brush a little. It will cause less harm to Meng Dongye for a few days, and I will have more days.

There were still a few hours before night time, and I told Yin Xinyue that if I was too idle, I would go out for a walk, and I stayed to guard it, and she said it wouldn't matter.

I had nothing to do, so I read the fantasy novel. Yin Xinyue asked me: "Brother Zhang, are you considering writing a book when you retire in the future? I think there will definitely be many people reading the things you have experienced."

"I see if I have time when I see it. I may be busy sending my eldest son to school, teaching my second daughter to read, changing diapers to my younger son, and not having time to write."

Yin Xinyue smiled and said, "I'm so greedy. The country only allows for a second child now. How many are you planning to have?"

"Then let's have two, one man and one woman, it's pretty good." I touched Yin Xinyue's face.

Seeing that there was no one around, my lust broke out again. I carried Yin Xinyue to the bed to make a eldest son first. She said half-swer and half-heartedly: "When you are someone else's house, can you pay attention to the impact?"

"It doesn't matter, he slept like a dead pig."

"Then you can speak softly..."

Just as we were drying fire and Li Mazi came back, we quickly sat upright and pretended that nothing had happened.

Li Mazi was carrying a big bag and sweating profusely, "Brother Zhang, do you think I can do things smoothly, I will be able to do it in two hours."

"It's so amazing, you're getting more and more aware of doing things..." I praised him perfunctorily.

We chatted for a while, and at almost six o'clock, the three of them took turns to go out for dinner.

As the sky was getting dark, I started to prepare and took out the whole piece of wolf skin, ink, rooster blood, brush, silk thread, and ox tail.

Meng Dongye was woken up by the noise, rubbed his eyes and said, "Why am I asleep? Mr. Zhang, has it started?"

"Being ready, just sit next to you."

Meng Dongye watched me arrange it in the house with great interest. I first lit the oxtail and smoked it inside and outside. The oxtail is an infrequent object to expel mosquitoes and flies, because the ox has been using its tail to drive away mosquitoes and flies all his life. This tail also has a little effect, but its effectiveness is far less than that of rooster blood and 10,000 people.

These four writers are not evil spirits, so they don’t need those things that work too strongly, for fear of hurting them.

I smoked all the rooms with smoke, leaving only the bathroom without smoke. Later, the four ghosts were driven out of the pen and would naturally drill into it. Once the wronged soul is drawn away, the power of the pen will be greatly weakened.

Then I mixed the blood of the rooster and ink together, drew a large array on the floor of the living room, tied the wonderful flowering brush in the middle of the house with silk thread, and covered it with rooster blood. Then I hung a few ordinary wolf-haired brushes around it, arranged in the direction of the Bagua. All the ropes were almost the same long, only in the direction of the Kan Gua, the ropes hanging the brush were slightly shorter!

Meng Dongye was very curious and kept asking me what he was doing, so I explained to him patiently.

After all preparations, I shook the wolf skin open. Meng Dongye asked me what the use of wolf skin was. I explained: "There are two materials for the brush, one is wolf hair and the other is rabbit hair! The so-called wolf hair is actually the weasel's hair. I just looked at it. This wonderful brush is made of rabbit hair. Rabbits are afraid of wolf, so if you put on this wolf skin, you can temporarily ensure your safety."

"It makes sense!" Meng Dongye nodded and said, "I used to see those masters making the way to the altar, and they were messing around. I thought your business was just messing around, and it turned out that everything had the reason. I admired it."

I smiled and said, "Then are you writing randomly?"

"Of course not. Although the plot is fictional, it must be reasonable to make sense."

"The same is true in our industry. No matter what should be used or not, we can do whatever we should do."

I put on wolveskins and told him to stay in the bedroom, not to tell him not to come out. Then I sat cross-legged on the living room floor and started chanting spells. Soon, eight pens hanging from the ceiling shaking, and the electric lights in the room began to flash.

"Brother Zhang, the formation is open!" Yin Xinyue said excitedly.

I nodded and continued to chant the mantra. The eight-branched pen moved more and more violently. Then the beautiful flower brush in the middle also began to react. It did not shake, but rotated left and right, as if it wanted to break the rope.

The Flower Writing Brush itself is not a powerful evil object. The entire array suppresses its aura! If everything goes well tonight, I plan to force out the four unjust souls and directly suppress it.

Soon, a drop of black liquid appeared on the tip of the pen, which slowly turned into a person's upper body as it drips, getting bigger and bigger. Finally, the evil spirit of the first writer struggled to drill out of the tip of the pen...

After it fell to the ground, it twitched a few times, got up, and rushed towards me who was sitting at the edge of the formation with its teeth and claws, but encountered an invisible barrier, rushed left and right for a long time, and finally found the direction of the Kan Gua and escaped.

As soon as he escaped outside the formation, he pinched his throat and looked suffocating. The smell of the ox tail was like poisonous gas to it. Finally, it wandered around the room and ran into the bathroom.

I gave Li Mazi a Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Talisman, asking him to close the bathroom door first and paste this talisman. I'll ask him to open it later.

Li Mazi agreed to leave, and at this time the second evil soul crawled out of the pen. However, it was not as lucky as the first evil soul. It was spinning in the Bagua Formation for a long time but couldn't find a way out. Finally, it was exhausted and forced to crawl into an ordinary brush.
Chapter completed!