Chen Mogang, who was in the vegetable market, had bargained with the boss. Chen Mo, who was about to pick up the kitchen knife and go home, found that the brand new knife in his hand was suddenly split in half.

The rusty kitchen knife appeared in front of Chen Mo at some time, floating.

The old lady who sold kitchen knives had eyes and fainted on the spot.

Chen Mo's ability to accept was slightly stronger. When he watched the kitchen knife fly to him and stopped, he also screamed in horror: "Ghost!!!!"

Then he rode his bike to the mountain at the fastest speed in eighteen years.

If anyone else in the entire Prince Town can subdue ghosts, Chen Mo would have voted for his grandfather with both hands and feet.

After all, the biggest charlatan in this town is the old man.

Chen Mo, who was riding a bicycle and going back, was frightened to find that the rusty kitchen knife was following his butt, less than one meter away from him!

No matter how fast he uses, he can never get rid of this kitchen knife.

The bicycle's pedals were almost sparked by Chen Mo, but he still couldn't get rid of the tracking.

The ghost-like kitchen knife followed Chen Mo tightly, and he couldn't escape even if he wanted to.

Hop!

Chen Mo felt a chill in his heart.

The car chain is broken!

There are more than ten minutes away from the funeral home here!

Chen Mo sat on the ground, looking at the floating kitchen knife tremblingly, begging for mercy: "Brother Ghost God is here. I, Chen, have been working diligently in learning and serving the ghost gods for 18 years. Apart from peeking at the girl next class taking a bath, I have never done anything bad. Please spare my life by giving my kitchen knife. In the future, I will worship it day and night, and the incense table will continue..."

Chen Mo, who had been talking for a long time, found that the kitchen knife had not moved, so he tried to lift the arm that was protecting his eyes.

I saw the kitchen knife still floating in front of him, and he was so scared that he quickly retracted his hand.

After a while, it was not until I found out that the kitchen knife did not have the intention to kill him, so I swallowed and stood up.

As Chen Mo stood up, the kitchen knife that was originally floating about half a meter also floated to a height of one meter.

Chen Mo took a step back, and it took a step back.

Chen Mo took the lead, and it went ahead and never left.

Chen Mo looked up at the sky.

It was noon at this time, and the sun was very enthusiastic. After only being exposed to the sun for a while, Chen Mo was already sweating profusely.

I don't know if it's scared or sunny.

"Can you understand what I say?" Chen Mo asked cautiously.

The kitchen knife will naturally not reply, but just keeps this distance and doesn't move.

Chen Mo frowned and suddenly realized that the location of the kitchen knife seemed to be the most comfortable position to hold it in his hand.

Thinking of the fact that I was still sharpening my knife just now, a bold idea suddenly emerged from Chen Mo's heart.

Is it waiting for me to hold it?

A famous sword recognizes the master?

Chen Mo, who had read countless martial arts novels, suddenly his heart beat thumpingly, and his right hand slowly grabbed the kitchen knife.

He made up his mind that if the kitchen knife had any movement before he held it, he would immediately kneel down and beg for mercy.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

When Chen Mo grasped the kitchen knife, the power that made the kitchen knife levitated seemed to disappear.

Chen Mo waved it casually twice, feeling that he was already Nie Feng, with a treasure sword in his hand, and I have it all in the world.

But the mottled rust on the kitchen knife seemed to be more than when he first saw it. It was originally just on the back of the knife, but now it has both the blade and the handle.

I don’t know if I remembered it wrong, but Chen Mo always felt that the kitchen knife seemed to have grown a little longer.

Chen Mo took the kitchen knife and pushed the bicycle with the broken chain back to the yard.

The old man was paced back and forth in the yard, as if something urgent was happening.

"Grandpa! I'm back!"

Chen Mo's voice made Mr. Chen hurriedly walk out of the courtyard. He was anxious that his grandson's opportunity would be gone, and he wanted to see what changes had happened to his grandson.

Unexpectedly, I saw Chen Mo running towards him excitedly with a rusty kitchen knife.

The kitchen knife, which seemed extremely terrifying to Mr. Chen, was actually held in his hand by Chen Mo.

The old man couldn't help but point to the kitchen knife and asked, "How did it get into your hand? You don't feel like holding it?"

Chen Mo said to the old man excitedly: "This knife flew over from the sky and chopped the kitchen knife I bought! It scared me. I thought it was here to kill me, and I broke the chain of the car."

"Fortunately, I found out later that it seemed like it had recognized my master, and there was nothing else, so I brought it back, hehe."

"There is nothing wrong with the rust on the body, but I tried it on the road. It was very sharp and the elm with a thick wrist was very good!"

The old man nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, okay! I watched it fly out, and I thought it had run away. I didn't expect to recognize my master with my dear grandson. From now on, you will follow me to learn spells. It seems that you were born to follow this path."

Chen Mo suddenly agreed: "Yes! Grandpa! Then I'll go cook first!"

"No need to cook anymore! I told your father to send it to you. You will go to college in two days. Time is tight. I will teach you the basics first. Go back and take the spell to college to learn. If you don't understand, send me a video."

"good!"

After the grandparents and grandson returned to the back room to study, after about half an hour, a middle-aged man in his forties came to the door of the funeral home with a few meals.

"Dad, I'm going to send you food."

Chen Mo's father looked five points similar to Chen Mo, about 1.7 meters tall. After shouting outside the door, he didn't see anyone responding, he pushed open the faint door in surprise and walked into the yard.

"Where are people, have a meal!"

Chen Mo's father, who walked into the yard, wiped his sweat and followed the way to the back room. If he was in the front mourning hall, he would definitely reply to him, so he would only be in the back room.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the back room, Chen Mo's father heard the excited voice of Mr. Chen: "Genius!! Grandson! You are a genius! You succeeded in one go! Awakening the true spirit can make people master the mantras within one minute. Is the Dharma-Ending Age about to end?"

Chen Mo's father slapped the door open and said in surprise: "What a minute, is our child's time so short?"

Chen Mo held a bowl of water in his hand, and a chopstick was inserted into the water. The chopsticks were standing in the center and did not fall down.

Chen Mo's father stared at Chen Mo with wide eyes: "When did you learn the water-fixing technique?"

Chen Mo said proudly: "It's not a big deal to spend just one minute. I feel that if there is less spell, it can be faster."

Chen Mo's father circled around Chen Mo. When he recalled that it took him three years to master this spell when he was practicing, he felt like he had eaten a lemon.

The talent of the son and father is much worse!

Mr. Chen grabbed the food from Chen Mo's father and knocked Chen Mo's father out of the house: "Go out, go outside and watch the mourning hall. I want to teach my good grandson, don't mess with me here."

As he said that, he closed the door and isolated the outside world from interference.

Chen Mo's father sighed in a grievance and knocked him away after taking advantage of it. It was too unauthentic.

But the problem is whether the person who drove him or his father, he didn't dare to get angry, so he had to go to the mourning hall to see the corpse and use the small magic he had learned for many years.
Chapter completed!