Ye Zhengyi knew about those female ghosts, which was as expected by me.

Since he stayed in Minqing and followed Qingye, he had a high chance of discovering the group of female ghosts.

Even if he had never painted the Luoqu River that flowed through Minqing, he might have drawn those female ghosts when he was painting in other places.

I don’t know how many places the group of female ghosts have been to. It seems that they can be found with the source of living water.

Ye Zhengyi showed a hint of embarrassment, "Do you know how troublesome they are? There are too many and their whereabouts are uncertain. Even if I draw them, I can't guarantee that I can control them."

"Try it first." I didn't take Ye Zhengyi's words to heart.

He seemed to have recovered his spirits, and now he could not be sure whether what he said is true or false.

Ye Zhengyi changed his tone and said, "I guess you think they are large in number, moving along the river, moving easily, and may not be weak, so you want to use them. You have to figure out something. They are different from me. I am just a person who is scattered and waiting to die. I have a little plan for the future, but I really have no power to act. It is so great that I can do it now. They are not... They are ghosts who stayed in the human world for revenge. They must have not finished revenge. As long as there is a reincarnation among them who has not found their enemies, they will not give up. They are still conscious and wise. They are completely an organized small group with very strong cohesion. They don't care about the things about the Ghost King. What they think about is revenge. If the Ghost King proposes conditions, they might agree to help the Ghost King."

"Do you think they just want revenge now?" I asked.

"Of course. This essence remains unchanged." Ye Zhengyi immediately answered, and after saying that, he added, "If it were to be that kind of world, it might not be necessary. The world rules are different, and they must be different. Now they must have changed. The yin energy should be gone." Ye Zhengyi sighed, "This is also a big trouble. Without yin energy, we ghosts cannot deal with the Ghost King at all."

"You can still have an impact on living people, but you won't be able to do it for the Ghost King?" I asked.

Ye Zheng was stunned, lowered his eyelids, and his expression changed.

"It will have an impact on living people, but it will have an impact on the Ghost King. I know that the Ghost King is different from you. It is because of the difference that they may be affected by your hallucinations and develop fear."

I have seen several ghost kings. Many of them are capable, and none of them seem to be afraid of ghosts, but if you don’t have any fear, it may not be possible. Ghosts like Cheng Jiu can become ghost kings in the future world and become useless ordinary people in the real world. Then there must be more such people among the ghost kings, and they will definitely be influenced by the hallucinations created by ghosts.

"They are afraid." I thought about the dream I saw. I could be sure that the guides were all afraid. Needless to say, the guides almost dominated the land of Huixiang; Song Zang's taxi career was also in full swing. The strength of the two of them was not considered bad.

In addition to the toy ghost king replaced by Lina, I made sure that there was a big difference in the qualifications of the ghost king. Lina had the advantage of the changes in the world rules and successfully replaced the toy ghost king at that time. The entire history of Morris Town has changed several times. Now the rules have returned to their original state, and the ghost has lost its yin energy. It is probably impossible to ask Ye Zhengyi or a female ghost to replace a certain ghost king, but I think it is completely feasible to ask them to kill a certain ghost king.

Ye Zhengyi thought for a while before saying, "You can try it."

"Then you just draw it." My Ye Zhengyi said, winked at the thin man and put away the self-portrait of Ye Zhengyi.

Ye Zheng glanced at him and didn't stop him, but said coldly: "You have seen through it, and I have no other choice. You don't have to be so careful about me."

"Why can I rest assured?" I said lightly.

I don't think Ye Zhengyi has given up completely.

When I exposed him, he must have been a little depressed, and even went further and gave up on himself. But after such a short period of time, he recovered. After all, he was an old ghost who had existed for so many years and had seen many major events. Even though he was born with weak will, he should have some resilience.

Ye Zhengyi didn't say anything more. With a wave of his hand, a pen, ink, paper and inkstone appeared on the coffee table.

My eyelids twitched, and after careful observation, I could not see any yin energy.

"This is my ability, it has nothing to do with Yin Qi." Ye Zheng didn't raise his head, but seemed to see through my thoughts. "I want to use external objects, but you don't have drawing tools here, right?"

"Is there any difference?" I asked.

"If the tools are better, the effect will certainly be better. What Liu Che prepared for me back then was antiques. Do you understand?" Ye Zhengyi said bluntly, "Only by bringing some history, I can better use my abilities."

We definitely have nothing like this.

But the thin man suddenly spoke, "Is the pen okay?"

I was shocked and turned to look at the thin man.

"I bought a pen. Uh... it is used to summon souls."

"Pen, pen fairy?" Ye Zhengyi repeated these two words.

"Now it's all a combination of things." The thin man scratched his face, "It was a fountain pen left by a certain Western baron. According to legend, he was inhumane and directly drew the blood of the slave as ink. He used that pen in daily life. That pen brought a lot of resentful spirits. It was just right to use it to summon souls."

I was speechless.

The thin man doesn't seem to believe this.

"The pen is an antique, that's definitely true." He patted his chest and promised to throw the matter of summoning the soul and pen fairy aside.

"Take it and take a look." Ye Zheng nodded.

The thin man ran into the room and quickly took out a gift box.

The box has the shape of a gift box, which looks 80% new and has no sense of historical precipitation. However, when you open the box, you can see the worn-out pen lying inside.

The pen is a real old object, with various marks of wear and tear on it.

The thin man handed the pen directly to Ye Zhengyi.

Ye Zheng played with it for a while, opened the cap, observed the tip of the pen, and took off the pen to observe the inner liner.

A little redness can be seen in the inner liner of the pen, as if this pen had been filled with red ink before.

I didn't see any strange smell on the pen.

Ye Zhengyi reassembled the pen and pressed his hand on the coffee table. The rice paper on the coffee table turned into ordinary white paper, and the brushes and inkstones disappeared.

Ye Zhengyi stared at the drawing paper seriously.

As the tip of the pen fell, a little red appeared on the white paper.

As Ye Zhengyi's wrist trembled, the tip of the pen drew beautiful lines on the paper.

Ye Zheng's pen was like flying, and his writing was like a god, without stopping for a moment.

The pen didn't need to be filled with ink, and it left a blood-red color on the paper.
Chapter completed!