"Mr. Kuroki, it is not convenient for the master to see guests, so you should go back first."

After getting along with each other for a few days, Mr. Araki also somewhat understood the temperament of his new boss, and he did not really tell lies or deceive others.

Speaking directly to a tool man.

"Ah? What should we do then!"

The tool man Kuroki Jin looked scared and anxious, "Mr. Araki, can you be more accommodating?"

"It's not that I don't believe Master Chen Yi, but after Master gave me this pen, it seems that the evil spirit still hasn't let us go!"

"Not only that, the evil spirit seems to have found me!"

"I keep this pen with me all the time. I dare not leave it. I even put it next to the pillow when I sleep."

"But I still often feel like something is watching me next to me, especially at night. I always feel like someone is blowing on my neck, and...and...I have been dreaming about being soaked in a pool of blood every day for the past few days.

Inside, the pool of blood seems to be alive and keeps pulling me into the blood. No matter how hard I struggle, I can't get out!"

The old man Araki saw that the more he spoke, the more frightened he became. After saying a few words, his face was already covered in cold sweat and he was breathing heavily.

"Mr. Kuroki, don't be anxious. Speak slowly. Come on, let's have a cup of tea first."

The old man poured a cup of tea and pushed it over.

He knew that this Kuroki was not a good person.

However, he has a pure heart and will not show off to others.

"Gududu...!"

Kuroki Yuichi also felt his mouth was dry, so he drank it all in one gulp, took the teapot, and poured several cups of tea in succession before gasping: "Thank you, Mr. Araki!"

"Mr. Araki, please! Let me meet Master Chen Yi! Please!"

Heimuzhen climbed up and sat down heavily on the ground.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Kuroki, it's really not convenient for Master Chen Yi to see guests."

Although Mr. Araki is soft-hearted, he is still very principled.

Chen Yiyou gave the order first, but he could only refuse with a hard heart.

"However, Master Chen Yi said that Mr. Kuroki must not leave that pen, otherwise the matter will not be resolved."

"this……!"

Hei Muzhen looked panicked.

"Well, in this case, I won't disturb the master. Thank you Mr. Araki. I will take my leave now."

"Mr. Kuroki, walk slowly."

The old man Araki sent the people out of the temple and returned directly.

After leaving the temple gate, Kuroki Zhen changed his humble and pitiful appearance and turned around to glare fiercely at Tennoji Temple behind him.

Immediately, he remembered how scary that monk was back then, and immediately put away his ferocious expression.

I touched the Wannian pen that I had always carried in my arms, and felt somewhat comforted in my heart.

But the next moment, I felt an inexplicable coldness on my back.

That sticky, greasy, nauseating feeling, like being trapped in thick plasma, enveloped him again, cold and fishy.

Heimuzhen is no stranger to blood, let alone afraid of it.

But at this moment, he was really scared!

"Damn it!"

This weird feeling that had been bothering him for several days made him temporarily forget about the horror of baldness. He turned around and glared at Tennoji with a fierce look in his eyes.

After struggling with his eyes for a while, he still didn't dare to offend the monk, so he hugged the adult pen tightly on his chest, hoping to get some comfort from it, and hurriedly left here, wanting to go home and hide.

"Bang!"

Because of the nauseating feeling that was entangled in him like maggots attached to his bones, Kuroki Jinichi almost trotted with his chest pressed all the way.

I was so anxious that when I turned a corner on the street, I accidentally bumped into someone with my shoulder.

Kuroki Jinichi, who was quite tall, was knocked down and fell to the ground.

"Baga Ya Luo!"

He cursed fiercely and showed a fierce look in his eyes.

He raised his head and saw that the person who bumped into him turned out to be a tall, slim, and elegant-looking high school boy wearing glasses and a high school uniform.

Hei Muzhen couldn't see his eyes, she could only see the light shining on his glasses, but she could feel his coldness.

"sorry."

The high school boy raised his glasses, and the glory flashed on the lenses. He said something condescending, then raised his legs and left.

"Baga!"

Hei Muzhen was so angry that his eyes were on fire. He was a big black brother. Normally, he would have to teach this hateful boy a lesson.

But now he is not in the mood to trouble others.

He got up and cursed bitterly.

The two passed by each other, and the high school student suddenly turned his head slightly: "Uncle, you are a bit stupid, you are too dirty and smelly."

"Na, na Ni?!"

The brain is...a bit stupid...uncle?

Kuroki Jinyi felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

By the time he reacted, the high school student had already left.

"What a bastard!"

Brother Hei was so angry that smoke was rising from his head. He kept enduring it again and again, until he couldn't bear it anymore... He still had to endure it!

"That school uniform... I think I've seen it before,"

"Asshole! After I solve the trouble, I must teach this kid a lesson!"

Hei Muzhen cursed and said harsh words.

He rushed home as quickly as possible and stepped into the door. The heat from the heater that was always burning in the house made him feel a sense of security.

In the past few days, he had not dared to let the heater at home go out.

Because the feeling of being wrapped in plasma was always like a maggot attached to the bone, which not only made him uncomfortable and frightened, but also made him feel cold from the bottom of his heart.

Hei Muzhen stopped all social activities and did not dare to go out. She has been huddled at home for several days.

I thought that the situation would at least get better after getting the Ten Thousand Years Pen given by the monk.

Unexpectedly, it has become more and more serious in the past few days.

It's not like he never suspected that he had been deceived.

But remembering the horror of that bald head, Kuroki Jinichi still took a chance and refused to put down the pen.

This time he came to ask for help but had no results, which made him feel more and more uncomfortable the more he thought about it.

Taking out the pen and looking at it in front of his eyes, Heimuzhen felt both hatred and hope.

Thinking of the torture he had suffered in the past few days, he wanted to smash the pen.

But I really don’t dare.

Speaking of which, this name is truly a work of art.

The writing is as black as night.

The Maki pattern above is an owl perched on a branch.

Silver-white feathers, emerald green eyes.

It's like staring at prey with a pair of deep, sharp eyes open in the dark night.

As he looked at it, Kuromu Jinyi suddenly felt a little hairy.

It was as if the prey that the owl was staring at was himself.

The thought of throwing this pen away suddenly came to my mind.

But before his hand moved, Kuroki felt as if he was being hooked by those green eyes. No matter how scared he was, he was not willing to throw it away.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Familiar and terrifying, the feeling of being trapped in a pool of blood became increasingly clear, and he seemed to be sinking deeper and deeper into the pool of blood.

Gradually I became out of breath and my breathing became heavier and heavier.

"Save...save..."

"Help!"
Chapter completed!