Chapter 64 Pencil
Wang Xiaoming walked towards the ghost child lying on the ground.

Li Jun followed closely behind, looking alert.

The reason why Li Jun took back the will-o'-the-wisp was because of the existence of the red supernatural power.

Wang Xiaoming felt that this red supernatural power was similar to a ghost and a music box, which protected him while revealing murderous intent. Now the two supernatural powers were restraining each other, and he was not going to destroy this balance.

When Wang Xiaoming came to the front of the ghost child, his eyes were immediately attracted by a pencil in the ghost child's hand. It was a very ordinary HB pencil, which only cost one dollar in a stationery store.

But in Wang Xiaoming's spiritual vision, it was completely different. An obsidian-like extraordinary light was flashing on it. It was an evil ghost.

"Appraisal!"

'The pencil that contains the cursed rule, which can kill the opponent by writing the name, is slowly reviving.'

It was indeed a ghost, and it was a ghost that looked like an ordinary object. It was just right to test the appraiser's other ability.

"Weakened!"

Wang Xiaoming used the ability he gained after being promoted to appraiser - weakening, which can weaken the side effects of magical items.

A light blue spot of light appeared in Wang Xiaoming's hand and fell on the pencil ghost. The pencil, which had been ready to move because of Wang Xiaoming's approach, fell silent again.

Sure enough, in this world, supernatural ghosts are equivalent to mysterious magical objects, and their side effects are very simple and direct, which is supernatural erosion.

Weakening ability can weaken the negative damage of supernatural ghosts, which actually reduces the erosion of supernatural ghosts and suppresses the revival of supernatural ghosts in disguise.

"Professor," seeing Wang Xiaoming was about to pick up the pencil, Li Jun couldn't help but said worriedly, "Let me do it!"

"Don't worry, I know my limits." Wang Xiaoming refused.

When he was about to pick up the pencil, he had already conducted many spiritual visions and appraisals. In addition to weakening the invasion of the supernatural and the protection of the ghost-exorcising bell, he was sure that the pencil ghost would not pose a threat to him.

After picking up the pencil, Wang Xiaoming seemed to have understood the use of the pencil by nature. He could kill people by writing their names with the pencil without being restricted by distance. He could also kill people by drawing their general appearance with the pencil.

However, due to the name and the craftsmanship, one must have a clear goal in mind when using the pencil. Otherwise, the pencil that cannot find the target will backfire on its user, and without a certain level of strength to resist, the user will die on the spot.

However, Wang Xiaoming is different from others. He is an appraiser and can use weakening to reduce negative effects. Even if he encounters backlash, his life will not be in danger.

After understanding the ability of the pencil, Wang Xiaoming looked at the ghost child lying on the ground. At this moment, he had lost the support of the pencil ghost and had completely turned into an ordinary corpse.

After finding that nothing was missed, Wang Xiaoming said, "The danger is temporarily lifted. Li Jun, take them with you to the restaurant where the ghost child appeared."

He suspected that the hotel was where the supernatural events first broke out, otherwise why would the evil spirit appear in the hotel first?

When they heard that they had to go back to the hotel, the survivors immediately became unhappy.

"I'm not going back. If you want to go back, you can go back by yourselves." The man with glasses spoke first. In his opinion, going back would mean committing suicide.

Moreover, he had a conflict with Wang Xiaoming, so it was even more impossible for him to follow him.

"Yes, we won't go back." Led by the man with glasses, the rest of the people also said.

"Professor, what should we do?" Li Jun looked at Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming's expression did not change, and he said:

"I never force others. Those who are willing to go with me should stand by my side first, and those who don't want to go with me can leave."

quickly,

"I'll go with you." The young policeman stood up.

As for the others, none of them wanted to go back to the original hotel. The huge shadow cast there on them was so great that they would rather stay in the dark than go back to the hotel.

Wang Xiaoming was not disappointed to see this result. He nodded to the young policeman, and then said to the rest of the people:

"Finally, I'll give you a piece of advice. There is more than one evil spirit here, so be careful."

After saying that, Li Jun used the ghost domain and left with Wang Xiaoming and the young policeman.

"Let's go quickly. The man just said there's another ghost. I don't want to die." "Yes, let's go quickly. I see there seems to be a light over there. There must be someone there. Let's go over there."

"Just believe what he says. I think that guy is just trying to scare us because we didn't agree to go to the restaurant." The man with glasses said disdainfully.

Although I said that, my body still honestly walked towards the light.

What happened today has overturned their three views, and now they are scared!

They dared not walk too fast because the light was too dim and the darkness was too thick.

The light seemed to be not far away, but for some reason, I still couldn't see it after walking for several minutes.

"Have you noticed anything strange?" someone in the crowd asked in a trembling voice.

"I found it. It seems like we have run into a mysterious wall. We have been walking for several minutes, but the position of the light does not seem to have changed."

"Indeed, we are not really encountering ghosts again, are we? Where in the city are there roads this wide?"

"If I had known, I would have followed that person back to the hotel. I think those two people are masters at catching ghosts."

A few people were walking in front, expressing regret and discussing whether they should go back.

Of course the man with glasses was not happy. He felt that he would not be able to survive the holiday after returning, so he hurriedly said:
"Don't be afraid, everyone. Everything is fine now... Besides, we've been walking for such a long time, and we can't go back in the dark!"

After listening to what the man with glasses said, several people felt that it made sense. They turned their heads to look at the way they came from behind, but they could indeed no longer see clearly.

but--

That’s not right!

Where have people gone?

Where is the person who spoke first?
Where did such a large group of people go?
Although the environment here is dark, they have already adapted to the darkness here. At least they can still see the figures close to them clearly.

There was no one behind them.

Nearly 30 people walking behind disappeared without a sound.
Only the five of them who were walking in front of them were left.

Seeing this scene, the man with glasses and several other people suddenly felt a chill all over their bodies.

Fear! Trembling!
And helpless.

What on earth had just happened? So many living people had disappeared out of thin air. This was even more frightening than the curse of a ghost child.

"How to do?"

Someone was shaking all over and trembling.

"run!"

I don't know who shouted to run away, but the five people didn't care about the darkness and ran towards the direction of the lights.

After running a few steps, the man with glasses found that the panting sound that had just surrounded him had disappeared. He turned his head and looked.

With the dim light, he saw the person who was beside him just now disappearing from his sight little by little from head to toe, like a stroke of a pen being erased by an eraser.

No, run away!
The man with glasses moved his legs desperately and ran towards the distance. He felt that he had used up all the strength he had in his life.

Pfft!
After a fall and a tumble, the man with glasses fell heavily to the ground. He was tripped. He ran too fast and could not see the road well in the dark.

The man with glasses now didn't even have the strength to stand up. He felt himself starting to disappear. In the last moment of his life, he let go of his fear and began to curse everything.

But before he could say a few words, the evil spirit wiped them out like a stain.

Only a pair of broken glasses was left there.

(End of this chapter)