Liu Jinger said: "It's daytime now, and the yang energy is too strong. Aunt Bubu, there are only two girls, you and Meng Xiaoshuai. You should be the phoenix for me."

Meng Xiaoshuai said: "Okay!"

Then, the juice let Bai Xinxin, Zhang Hui, Wei Zao and Pawan retreat into the RV and close the door.

In the center of the camp, there were only four of us left.

Bubu and Meng Xiaoshuai stood on both sides of the blanket, carrying the T-spoke pen together, letting the vertical willow branch be inserted into the sand, and they all closed their eyes.

Liu Xueer said, "I won't let you open your eyes, so don't open it. Did you hear it?"

Bubu and Meng Xiaoshuai both nodded.

Liu Yuer sat cross-legged beside the sand, his hands folded, and his eyes closed.

I am the only one who has his eyes open.

The juice didn't move at all and didn't speak.

After about 5 minutes, she suddenly started to chant—

Stepping on the ground and heading against the sky,

Everyone calls me an unknown immortal.

Holding the Wenwang drum in his left hand,

Holding Erlang whip in his right hand.

Gan, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Li, Kun, Dui,

A magic pen dances gracefully...

I don’t know if it’s too long, Bubu and Meng Xiaoshuai’s hands began to tremble, and the T-spoke pen seemed to be suddenly given spirituality and shaking on the sand...

The juice continued to mutter, and the sound became more and more urgent.

The T-spoke pen seemed to just run around, leaving traces on the sand in a mess.

I scraped the sand flat with my hands and continued to observe.

The T-spoke pen continued to run around, but the shape of the characters was still not visible. I scraped the sand with my hands again...

Finally, the T-spoke pen seemed to be no longer manic. It slowly moved on the sand, wrote many "strokes", then raised about 1 inch, left the sand, and continued to shake.

Those strokes really seem to be words, but I don’t recognize them no matter how I look at them.
Chapter completed!