The illusion just now was different from what appeared before. It led me to the road with purpose.

I remember Meng Dongye said that after having a brilliant pen, as long as you imagine the plot in your mind, a picture will appear in front of you. It seems that that person can manipulate illusions based on subjective will!

Li Mazi and I rushed back to the guesthouse and saw Meng Dongye lying on the ground, but there was no injury on my head. I looked at the ashtray next to me and found that it was full of blood, but it was not the blood flowing out of the wound, but the blood vomited out of Meng Dongye.

Meng Dongye's body was almost dried up by the flower-brown brush, and he vomited a lot of blood. The basket was covered with tissues stained with blood. There was an unwritten script on the computer. There was an infusion holder next to it, with several bottles of infusion glucose hanging on it.

"Good, is this going to move China's rhythm? I'm still writing because I vomited blood. I can't find a second writer like you in the world." Li Mazi joked.

We went over to help Meng Dongye up, and I tried his nose with my hands, and was still breathing, but it was very weak.

I called him a few times, Meng Dongye woke up and said, "Help...help me up, I can still write, and I can still write!"

"Writer Meng, please take a break soon. I'm really worried that you will die suddenly." Li Mazi advised.

"What's wrong with dying for the Chinese film and television cause?" His mind was already confused and he spoke incoherently. He suddenly called out: "Who took my pen, who took my pen! Did you take it?"

"Where did you put your pen?" I asked.

"Just put it on the table, look for it quickly, that's my life." As he said that, he started crying.

I suddenly understood everything. When Li Mazi went out to pick me up just now, Brother Wei took the opportunity to sneak in. Seeing Meng Dongye fainted, he immediately stole the pen.

When I entered the house, he might be nearby, so he used his brilliant brush to create illusions to get rid of me.

"Li Mazi, find something to hold water, washbasin or something," I said.

I took a piece of paper and folded a paper boat. Li Mazi found an instant noodles bowl, washed it and handed it to me with water. I took out a small bottle of corpse oil from my arms, dripped a drop on the bow of the boat, and put it into the water.

This refers to the Yin ship that can automatically sense the nearby Yin Qi, quickly rotate in the water, and finally point in a direction.

"Chasing!"

I held the instant noodles bowl and chased Li Mazi outside the guesthouse. On the way, I told Li Mazi that the wonderful brush can only create illusions that can be seen by the eyes. If I encounter something that doesn’t feel right, I will know whether it is true or false by touching it with my hands.

"You're talking lightly. If a beautiful woman comes to me, you say I'm touching but not, what if it's really not that people say I'm a hooligan?" Li Mazi complained.

"I mean special circumstances, such as another I appear in front of you!" I said.

"What if he uses this and tricks me into touching high-voltage electricity? Last time my head hits the wall, my bag will disappear for three days..." Li Mazi said.

"Well, that's right."

So I made an appointment with Li Mazi to have a secret code for my identity. When I encountered a special situation, it would be fake if I couldn't answer it.

The Yin Ship led us to a parking lot. I saw Brother Wei sitting in a car and about to run. Li Mazi rushed over and stopped the front of the car and slapped the hood on the car: "Boy, get off for me!"

Brother Wei got out of the car, stared at him and said, "Who are you? Are you brain sick?"

When I heard the sound was wrong, I looked again and saw that it was not Brother Wei, but a Northeastern man wearing a big gold chain. He was two heads taller than Li Mazi. There was also a woman in disheveled clothes in the car. The two were hugging each other and making out of affection, but Li Mazi was so angry.

Li Mazi was so scared that he apologized repeatedly, saying that he had recognized the wrong person, but the man was unyielding and grabbed Li Mazi's collar and wanted to beat him up.

"Brother Zhang, please help me." Li Mazi's voice seemed to be about to cry.

"You hold on for a while, I'll come right away!"

I saw Brother Wei getting into a car, so I had to leave Li Mazi without any mercy and chase him.

But when I arrived, I found that there was no one in the car, which made me so angry that I was so angry that I was suddenly filled with anger.

When I turned around, a group of people appeared in the empty underground parking lot, both men, women, young and old. This must be an illusion. Brother Wei wanted to escape under the cover of the illusion.

I took out the Tianlang whip and swung it, and the "person" I was touched disappeared immediately.

"Brother Zhang, save me!"

I suddenly heard Li Mazi calling for help. When I looked in that direction, I saw him being beaten to the ground like a pig's head, his teeth were also knocked off, his mouth was covered with blood. My heart skipped a beat, I was hurting him.

"Brother Zhang, why did you leave me alone? You are so unfaithful. I saved you just now, but you actually revenge your kindness." Li Mazi said dyingly.

I suddenly realized something was wrong. As the saying goes, don’t hit people with a smile. Li Mazi, a good guy who is so good at speaking, will definitely beg for mercy. If he doesn’t, he will lose money. How could he be beaten like this in the blink of an eye?

These illusions made me very upset, so I simply took out a lighter, lit the ears on the tip of the Tianlang whip, and threw them up, and a stream of blue smoke instantly spread. The Tianlang whip was made of the skin of the Mobei Canglang, and had a strong effect of warding off evil spirits.

Sure enough, I was swept by the smoke and all the illusions disappeared. I saw Brother Wei standing not far away and looked panicked.

"Don't run!"

I immediately chased after him, and he ran away. I threw out the Tianlang whip and wrapped it around his ankle. Brother Wei fell into a dog slump. The thing in his hand flew far away. It was the wonderful pen that he stolen.

I suddenly became angry from my heart, and went over to wrap the sky wolf whip around his throat, asking him to bring the whole story honestly.

"Everyone is walking with me, I have something to say, and I am also trying to make money to support my family." Brother Wei begged repeatedly.

"Make money? You are making money that is ignorant. Today I will clear your cancer for the evil circle!" I roared.

I didn't carry any evil things on my body, so I took out a Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Talisman, kneaded it into a ball and forced him to eat it, and told him that as long as I chant the mantra, the thing would torture him to survive and die.

Brother Wei was frightened and his face looked like a slut. He agreed to tell the truth, and then I let him go.

"Actually, the first five novels are just laying the groundwork, and a big financial backer is waiting behind him." Brother Wei explained.

I asked him what he meant?

Brother Wei said that half a year ago he collected this wonderful flower pen from an old farmer and immediately contacted a buyer, who was a very famous novel master who was willing to buy it at a high price of 10 million.

Brother Wei took the pen to meet the buyer and demonstrated it to the other party like a treasure. As a result, he wrote a wonderful classical Chinese article.

This wonderful flowering brush can indeed absorb people's talents and accumulate continuously, but there is a problem. What it absorbed before was the talents of ancient literati, and of course what was written was also ancient text. The buyer said at that time that he didn't want it.

Brother Wei didn't want the duck who was in his mouth to fly, so he promised to let this money be written in modern novels within half a year.

So he began to look for prey. The first one was an online writer who wrote fantasy novels. Because the novel style is semi-classical Chinese, this money can be written in ancient Chinese is just the right way. Brother Wei sold it to him for 100,000 yuan.

Within a month, the writer was indeed tortured to death. Brother Wei tried every means to take back the pen and sold it to a second person. He killed four people in a row. A while ago, he was looking for a fifth person, but Meng Dongye happened to come to his door.

I asked him: "This debt is so negative, how dare the buyer who paid 10 million? Have you explained it to him clearly?"

"No, in fact, the negative effect of this pen can be exempted." Brother Wei told the truth.
Chapter completed!