After the baby finished speaking, he walked straight out through the door.
Outside the door is the corridor of the tent. There is a gramophone in the corner of the corridor that seems to have been out of use for a long time. Wu Ren lazily leaned beside the gramophone. When she saw them coming out, she yawned and waved to them.
"I'm so sleepy," Wu Ren's voice was like a baby's, "Are you guys sleeping?"
"Where are you in the mood to sleep?" the fool muttered.
Xiaolan looked at the small living room at the entrance of the tent, "Lao Mu is gone?"
"Of course I'm leaving. Everything has been discussed. Why is he staying here?" Wu Ren curled his lips, "Are you waiting for me to invite him to breakfast?"
"Everything...is it over?" Lingluo said cautiously.
"The discussion is over," Wu Ren sighed meaningfully, "but we didn't reach an agreement."
"ah?"
"It's just that there are differences of opinion," Wu Ren translated, "but this is not the first time that we have done this. You may not know that that old guy is a pedant. He will oppose whatever I want to do. He is so annoying...
…”
"So...what are you going to do?" Xiaolan asked.
Wu Ren waved his hand, "Of course we will kill all the people who caused trouble. Wouldn't this problem be solved directly? It will also reduce a lot of work burden for me..."
It's terrible, this woman.
I have never seen a god who wants his people to die so much.
"This is not because Lao Mu is pedantic," Qin Yin muttered secretly, "This only shows that he is a normal person... a normal god."
"Little God, stop joking," Bao Bao said to Wu Ren with a smile when he saw that everyone was frightened, "you will scare them."
Wu Ren looked at the astonished faces and burst into laughter.
"You guys really believe it... Oh, you guys are so funny."
Not fun at all.
Xiaolan's face suddenly dropped.
"Think about it, I'm a god, how could I make such a request?" Wu Ren folded his arms and looked at them with pleasure.
Oh, so you understand this.
"So what did you mention?" Xiaolan asked.
"Of course I can't tell you," Wu Ren said the most irritating words with the most cheerful expression, "This is a secret, a secret."
Xiaolan tried hard to restrain herself so as not to roll her eyes.
"But you seem to be in a good mood," Qin Yin said. "When your conversation first started, you were not in a good mood."
"That's because I ate snail noodles," Wu Ren said firmly, "I like snail noodles very much."
"You have almost finished digesting the snail noodles in your stomach. Are you happy now that you think about it?" Qin Yin teased.
"...Do you want to be kicked out?"
"I'm sorry, we were wrong," everyone lowered their heads in unison, "Of course it was because of the snail noodles, what else could it be?"
"That's pretty much it..." Wu Ren looked down at these cowards and his tone changed instantly, "It's starting to get light now, and you can leave in a while."
After saying that, Wu Ren turned around and walked towards the wooden table in the small living room.
"But, that painting..."
"I know, I haven't forgotten." Wu Ren opened a drawer and took out a roll of white paper and a pen. "You are here just for that painting. I said I would give you clues today."
, I never lie."
Then what you just did was...
"It was just a joke."
As if Wu Ren heard their inner thoughts, he explained and handed over the things in his hands.
The roll of white paper was the painting they brought, and the pen looked a little special.
It was a writing brush. Different from ordinary writing brushes, the barrel part of this writing brush was not straight, but had a twisted structure like a branch. The barrel was completely white, but the barrel was translucent, covered with
The texture is like fish scales, and through the pen barrel, you can see the dark hair protruding from the depth of the pen body, forming a smooth and oily pen tip.
"What is this?" Xiaolan asked.
"This is the clue," Wu Ren stretched out his hand and tapped the two items in turn with his long nails, "the clue about this painting."
"This painting was drawn with this pen?" the fool asked, stroking the surface of the pen.
"Uh... I don't know about that," Wu Ren said, "Maybe."
"Then this..."
"You can use it to find the owner of this painting," Wu Ren said. "If she wants to see you, she will show up."
"What if she doesn't want to see her?" Qin Yin stood still and asked dryly.
"Do you still need to ask this question?" Wu Ren said, "You can use this money to threaten her, just say...just say you will break it."
"It doesn't look like it's easy to break," the idiot raised the pen and looked at it using the sunlight coming in from outside the tent, "and the touch feels very special... What is it made of?"
"Which part are you asking about?" Wu Ren said.
"Well... let's talk about the pen holder first," the fool said, "the pen holder is the most special."
"The pen holder is made of bone."
The cold wind in the early morning flowed into the tent, but everyone present shivered that had nothing to do with the cold wind.
"Ah...I see," the fool gave a stiff smile, "You are joking again, right?"
"Am I kidding?" Wu Ren looked at the fool inexplicably, "This is made of bones, can't you see it?"
Why can we see it?
The fool's reaction was really quick. He immediately retracted his hand and thrust the pen into Xiaolan's hand.
"Ah! Brother fool, what are you doing to me?!"
"You are a child. Children have strong yang energy and are not afraid of these things."
"I'm afraid!"
"What's there to be afraid of?" Wu Ren looked at the people who were making a fuss about the pen, "It's just a few knuckles."
"Then... what about the other parts?" Xiaolan pinched the pen and asked while gasping, "Are they also bones?"
"The penholder is made of nails," Wu Ren said. "Of course the tip of the pen is made of hair. You can recognize this, right?"
Good guy, bones, nails, and hair, this is a three-piece set of souvenirs that can remain in the world after death.
"How could someone use these things to make pens?" Baomu said, covering his nose, "It's so weird."
"Why are you holding your nose?"
"Huh? I...I'm worried it will smell."
"This pen has been passed down for many years, and it has lost its flavor a long time ago," Wu Ren said, "Well, the thing has been handed over to you anyway, you can figure it out yourself."
Xiaolan looked at the pen standing quietly in her hand.
Through it, the owner of the painting can be found.
I always feel like something evil will be summoned.