My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 192: The Temptation of the Pen Fairy (3000)

"You, are you saying that the explosion of the cloud boat ten days ago was caused by me?"

There was a hint of confusion in his voice, and a hint of disbelief appeared in Luo Ye's eyes.

Ye Wuyou raised the judge's pen in his hand, his eyes filled with thought.

The aura of this thing feels more and more familiar.

But all of a sudden I couldn't remember where I had felt this thing before.

He had just asked the guy in front of him named Luo Ye, including the function of the Judge's Pen.

"I, I only know that the ancestor once said that this thing is a strange thing, called the Pen Fairy, and the things written with this pen will become real."

"But as to how it will change, I don't know."

Pen fairy?

The other party once used this pen to write down the words that indicated Luo Yue's death on his way home.

Luo Yue died.

It is equivalent to setting a goal, but how to achieve this goal is beyond the other party's prediction.

This is normal, everything was almost an "accident". Not to mention this guy, even Ye Wuyou had to figure it out until his head hurt, and he could only barely find a glimmer of hope.

If Luo Yue gets on the cloud boat, the cloud boat will explode.

This is also why I initially deduced that everything would be safe and sound along the way, but not long after I got on the Yunzhou, I saw the scene of the Yunzhou exploding.

But our group had already gotten off the cloud boat, so why was I still in danger?
Is it because this thing has no intelligence and only acts according to instinctive rules, judging everyone on that cloud boat to be doomed to die?

"If I knew this would happen, I would never use this thing." Luo Ye said sincerely.

Is it?

Ye Wuyou was thinking and didn't answer, but it was Luo Lao who responded in a cold voice.

"Have you forgotten what our ancestors said, that this thing should not be used lightly unless the family is in danger of extinction?"

Luo Ye was relatively friendly when facing Ye Wuyou's questioning, but when facing Old Luo, he showed his ferocious look without disguising the slightest bit.

"Luo Dao, you old man, if you bring this girl back, it will be the fate of our family!"

Luo Lao chuckled.

"Really? Luo Ye, you forgot that this is not your Luo family."

Luo Ye's eyes were bloodshot at this moment, staring at Luo Lao and Luo Yue who were standing not far away, and finally gritted his teeth and said.

"Of course the Luo family doesn't belong to me, so whose? Is it the daughter of the Zong family behind you?"

His tone suddenly changed and he spoke with a bit of hoarseness.

"Or is it yours?"

Old Luo smiled slightly, not caring about the sarcasm in the other party's words. He wanted to speak again, but Ye Wuyou interrupted them impatiently.

"Don't say this in front of me. I don't care about your family feuds. Luo Ye, I want to ask you."

Ye Wuyou squatted down gently, waved the judge's pen in front of the other party, and asked.

"What's the price?"

Whether it is something weird or strange, there is a price to pay for using it.

Only his own eyeball is an exception. It is not like other strange things. Instead, it grows directly on his body and becomes one with him.

This is not quite right, after all, the instinct of these eyeballs seems to be to invade the human body.

But it can't beat the ghost.

The ghost hasn't gotten his own body back yet, and now there's another "thorn in his side" in his body, so it's never the eyeball's turn.

"Price?" There was a hint of confusion in Luo Ye's eyes.

"Don't you know there is a price?" Ye Wuyou's voice gradually turned cold.

Could it be that this guy is a fool, and that ignorance is fearless?
Luo Ye shook his head and then said.

"I know there is a price to pay for using this thing...but I haven't felt any price these days, and the Pen Fairy hasn't told me the price either."

It has been more than ten days since he used the Judge's Pen, but there is no price at all?

"No price?"

To be honest, Ye Wuyou was moved for a moment.

But soon, he calmed down. No matter how you think about it, this weird thing must have a price.

The ghost provides his combat power far beyond the ordinary four realms, and what he pays for it is his own body.

And if this thing is not destroyed, Bai Lu will still be in danger.

Looking at the Judge's Pen, the aura of the Tao on it is extremely strong, and the previous ghost paintings cannot be compared with it at all.

Perhaps because he had been staring at it for too long, Ye Wuyou felt that his right eye was about to orgasm, and it really wanted to jump out of its eye socket and swallow this thing.

There are only Ye Wuyou and three members of the Luo family in this secret room.

Luo Ye seemed to have noticed something. Luo Dao and Luo Yue seemed to be following the strange man in front of them, even though he was only in the fourth realm...

What is this person's identity?
But as the patriarch of the family, Luo Ye had a very sharp eye and seemed to have seen through Ye Wuyou's dilemma.

His eyes flashed at this moment, and then he spoke loudly.

"Sir, if you like this thing, feel free to take it, but I only ask you to kill these two people."

Old Luo glanced at Ye Wuyou with some fear, and then spoke in a serious tone.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, please do not listen to the words of this villain. Now that I have returned to the Luo family, I can give you what he can give you."

Ye Wuyou's gaze was still fixed on the Judge's Pen in his hand. A chilling aura continued to spread over the pen. He turned a deaf ear to the words spoken beside him.

He was just thinking about the last question.

The strange power of this Judge's Pen seemed a little beyond his expectations.

What can you write down so that it becomes true?

If, if...

What about writing about someone's resurrection?
Can I use this pen to write down my identity and get it back?
Can I use this pen to write about Lu Qingshan's resurrection?

If that can be achieved...I just don't know what the price will be?
[You are dismissive. These little things were easy to do in your heyday. Why should you care about the price?]

[You waved your hand and wrote down the breakthrough of the ninth realm in the blink of an eye]

Break through the ninth realm?

Ye Wuyou took a deep breath. If he could really break through the ninth realm, how heavy would the price he would pay be?

[Hehehe, you think you have reached the ninth realm, so what price in the world is there to fear? With a flick of your sleeve, you can suppress the world! Who else can be your enemy! Who else! ]

This... a loan to buy tanks, right? As for the loan?
You already have tanks, but you still want to pay back the money?

Ye Wuyou certainly didn't believe it. If that were true, then the Luo family would have already had the Ninth Realm.

Moreover, how do we calculate the realm of cultivation obtained by using this strange power?
The nine realms in one minute are also the nine realms, and the nine realms in one second are the same. Ye Wuyou will not count on this kind of power that comes out of thin air.

This thing will eventually be destroyed, or at worst it can be swallowed up by the right eyeball.

But there are some things that can be verified first.

"How do I use this thing?" Ye Wuyou finally asked.

Luo Ye was stunned for a moment, then answered decisively.

"You think about what you want to do, and then you can feel the spirit talking to you, and it will write it down on its own."

"In addition, there are some precautions, Pen Fairy's..."

Ye Wuyou understood a little after listening and waved his hand to interrupt.

"No need to introduce myself, I played it when I was a kid."

Luo Ye looked confused. What do you mean you played this game when you were a child?

This thing has always been in the Luo family. How did you play with it when you were a kid?
Ye Wuyou closed his eyes gently, feeling mixed emotions.

I am actually here... playing with the pen fairy.

After performing the forbidden action that could not be written down, Ye Wuyou suddenly felt the pen in his hand move.

At the same time, Ye Wuyou felt a gloomy breath rising to his heart, but then dissipated.

In its place was the slimy package of the ghost.

There seemed to be a voice coming from my heart.

"What do you want to do..."

The words were very vague.

Ye Wuyou knew that this was the thing.

But this tone, this way of asking questions.

Ye Wuyou suddenly remembered.

Why does the smell of this thing feel familiar to me?

Ghost painting.

Was that ghost painting drawn with this pen?

"What is the cost?" He asked this question first.

There was silence for a moment before the voice responded.

"No...price." The vague words came.

Ah.

Ye Wuyou naturally didn't believe it.

But that was not what he verified.

"Get back my identity, get back Ye Wuyou." Ye Wuyou said in his heart.

The vague voice was silent for a while, and the pen in his hand moved, but in the end he didn't write a single word.

"No, no... Change it, change it."

Ye Wuyou: “?”

"Then resurrect Lu Qingshan." Ye Wuyou said again.

Master, don't worry, I will help you win the resurrection match! As for the price, if you can be resurrected, that's your business.

This time, the sound was silent for longer, and the pen tip didn't move.

"No, no... Change it, change it."

Ye Wuyou: “?”

This doesn’t work, and that doesn’t work either. What will work?

[Hahahaha, you feel all this and suddenly find it funny. How can a mere aura of the Great Dao have the power to change the remains of the Great Dao? It is just useless after all.]

The breath of the avenue, the remains of the avenue...

Since I am affected by the real remains of the Great Dao, can't this pen fairy do it?

Also because Lu Qingshan's life was deprived by [death], he couldn't do it.

But now Ye Wuyou has come to a conclusion.

Perhaps I thought this thing was too powerful. Although it had extremely terrifying abilities, it did not have enough power to use them.

After all, it's just a weird thing.

This strange creature still has limitations. At least it cannot really "kill" Luo Yue. Instead, it is allowed to survive by Luo Yue turning himself into a zombie.

Ye Wuyou no longer had anything else he wanted to try.

This thing will eventually be destroyed.

"What do you want to do..."

"I can... help you do everything..."

That vague voice is still calling in my heart, as if it carries some kind of temptation.

No, it's not as if, but it really carries a certain temptation.

If ordinary people use it, it is probably easy to get lost in it and bring up something unconsciously.

Even that thing is not what you want to do.

However, Ye Wuyou was so used to the barking of dogs in the narration that he felt that the words of the pen fairy were just a way of acting coquettishly that he was not affected.

But just when Ye Wuyou wanted to leave, he suddenly thought of something.

"I want a world without war, chaos, injustice, oppression, or violence, where everyone can live and work in peace and contentment, with no worries about food and shelter, and no conflicts between races or genders."

"I want world peace!"

"I can pay any price." He said to himself.

The voice fell silent and the pen tip trembled violently.

Finally, the voice sounded again.

"What was your... previous question...?"

"I... can try... to help you regain your identity..."

Ha ha.

Ye Wuyou opened his eyes and looked at the judge's pen in his hand, with only clarity left in his eyes.

Two more chapters, I will keep writing today

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