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"This is... what... the ghost?" Yan Pingan wanted to cry but hugged the ghost that had already slipped into his arms spontaneously. The child was lying on his back in his arms, with a mouthful of small white teeth bared. Those were definitely not human teeth, they were very sharp and shone coldly.

Zhong Jiushao has shown an expression called indescribable for a long time since the appearance of the ghost fetus. He thought about it for a while, as if he was thinking about how to say it so as not to hurt Yan Pingan's self-esteem. After thinking for a while, he finally said, "Do you still remember that I told you before that at certain special times, if you can draw the true faces of some ghosts, you can accept them as contractors who can be used by you."

Compared with the shikigami in Japan, there are not many special management bureaus that can become ghosts. Azhen is entirely because of her high level, so when some little ghosts are asked to do things, it is completely natural level suppression. Among them is There is no 'remuneration' involved.

But if ordinary people like Yan Pingan want ghosts or monsters to help them achieve certain goals, they must pay a corresponding price, or ghosts are willing to take the initiative to sign a contract with him and obey him, but relative Yes, it is impossible for ghosts to sacrifice their lives for a human without asking for anything.

Hearing what Zhong Jiushao said, Yan Ping'an suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. He widened his eyes and glanced in surprise at the drowsy little girl who was so comfortable in his arms and almost closed his eyes. Ghost, say, "You mean, it..."

Yan Ping'an's expression got together, "Want to follow me?"

Zhong Jiushao nodded helplessly, looked Yan Pingan up and down, and said, "Take off your clothes."

Yan Pingan was even more confused now, and looked at Zhong Jiushao blankly.Zhong Jiushao paused, and belatedly remembered that the relationship between the two of them was a bit wrong to make this request now... Yan Ping'an is not Liao Tianzong or Xiang Guang, he knows some basic things, as long as he says, will fully cooperate.

He paused for a moment and rubbed his nose, "If you choose to recognize the master or make a contract with a ghost like a ghost, if you choose to recognize the master or make a contract, some marks of his life will appear on your body."

Yan Pingan didn't expect that, he just didn't understand why Zhong Jiushao asked him to take off his clothes. Hearing this, he carefully put the ghost aside, and took off his clothes in a hurry. The heating was fully turned on, and he was already wearing shorts and short sleeves. Just after taking off his shirt, Zhong Jiushao saw a red mark on his lower back.

The pattern looks like a font, but it doesn't look like any characters of the past dynasties in China that Zhong Jiushao knows, so he can't guess it all at once.

The red mark stayed quietly on Yan Ping'an's lower back without any changes. Zhong Jiushao reached out and touched it, feeling the smooth skin under his fingertips, and was a little lost in thought.

"Did you find it?" Yan Ping'an's voice was a little unsteady, he was kneeling on the bed with his back facing Zhong Jiushao, although he knew in his heart that Zhong Jiushao was looking for the mark of the contract for him, but he always felt awkward in his heart.

Especially when Zhong Jiushao's hand touched his lower back, Yan Ping'an even trembled indistinctly - he is the kind of person who is very ticklish, even if he forgets himself in painting sometimes, he He punched himself on the shoulder, and when he stretched out his hand to scratch the itch on his neck, he could forget that it was his hand. In the end, he was not only startled by himself, but also numb with goose bumps.

Compared to these, his waist is definitely the most sensitive part of him. Normally, even if he touches it, he would deliberately hold his breath, and use force on his abdomen to harden his muscles.

Now that Zhong Jiushao came here suddenly... Yan Ping'an was really caught off guard, his knees softened, and he almost lay down on the bed.

Zhong Jiushao came back to his senses, looked at his fingertips, made a swallowing movement without any trace, pushed his foot hard, and the chair immediately slid back a little, "Yes, I saw a word."

"What's the word?" Yan Pingan pulled off the short sleeves on the bed, and only after putting them on did he feel that the temperature on his face had dropped a little, and he patted his face and said.

The ghost doll on the bed seemed to be asleep, lying on its side on the bed, its whole body was nestled into the body of Lang Yi who was also lying in it, and it looked even smaller as a whole. Yan Pingan didn't know what to do with this child. I can't help feeling a little worried.

Ordinary things like this imprint left by ghosts cannot be photographed. After thinking about it, Zhong Jiushao took out a piece of paper and a pen from the side table, recalled the appearance just now, and roughly drew it .

Yan Ping'an was a little surprised that Zhong Jiushao's paintings were quite similar. Anyone who could see such a cumbersome pattern and print it immediately after seeing it once can be said to be quite talented. Even he could only draw it out. A general outline, and then fill in the details little by little, and it is still the kind of filling that is completely irregular. I often think of a little bit, but fortunately, there are basically no mistakes.

"I don't know this word either..." Yan Pingan frowned after looking at it for a few moments. He was often exposed to some game art, and when he was painting, he would inevitably need to find a way to make some inscriptions and ancient swords on his own. Lettering and the like, the characters of various dynasties, and some famous swords and the like, he has deliberately searched for materials and studied them, but no font is as complicated as the current one.

"Is it possible for Deep Blue to know?" Yan Pingan's eyes lit up suddenly, and he put the paper aside.

Everyone here, if counted according to their age, Shen Lan definitely belongs to the old monster—even though Shen Lan looks like a kitten now, as long as he becomes a demon, his basic age is over a hundred years old Yes, and according to what Zhong Jiushao told himself before, the time Shenlan rescued them at sea, maybe Shenlan was a big monster who had lived in seclusion for a long time.

Such elderly monsters are generally quite knowledgeable. Even if Deep Blue doesn't recognize them, they can still have a general direction. As long as they know which dynasty, they can always make a breakthrough.

But Zhong Jiushao shook his head, rubbed his nose and said, "Shenlan's academic performance is quite poor. I tried to teach it when the director was here before, but Shenlan didn't want to learn it. Up to now, I can only understand a little basic characters. In this respect... ..."

Zhong Jiushao took a look at Lang Yi, who was looking at his little chirp, with the kid's bellyband in his mouth, and said expressionlessly, "Deep Blue and Lang Yi have very similar IQs."

Yan Ping'an: "..." If he described it like that, he probably knew how illiterate Shenlan was.

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Today’s update is a bit late, and tomorrow’s update will be at ten o’clock in the evening. After that, I will try my best to set the update at ten o’clock every morning~~~

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