"What's wrong with you? Can't speak?" Seeing that Yu Cheng Mo's expression didn't look like he was pretending to tease him, Bu Xianxian asked nervously.

"I'm fine." Yu Cheng Mo made a natural voice, and his expression was a little surprised. He cleared his throat and tried to say some words, with clear pronunciation.

"Maybe it's just uncomfortable." Yu Chengmo didn't want to study it more in the middle of the night: "Where did we just say? Answer?"

"Yeah, your answer." Bu Xianxian nodded, feeling that Yu Chengmo was a little strange.

"I already have the answer to the question you asked me." Yu Chengmo nodded: "..."

The two looked at each other with a hint of embarrassment.

"You... didn't really do it on purpose?" As Bu Xianxian knew Yu Cheng Mo, he should not have the hobby of playing tricks in the middle of the night.

Yu Chengmo's face was full of ghost expressions, "I don't know what's going on!"

After saying that, Yu Cheng Mo ran back to the room in a hurry. When Bu Xianxian followed in, he found Yu Cheng Mo grinding ink.

The white paper was laid and the brush was ready. Yu Chengmo picked up the brush and prepared to write.

Bang! Suddenly Yu Cheng Mo failed to hold the brush, and the brush fell on the paper and gave birth to a black flower.

A drop of splashing ink flew towards Buxianxian, who skillfully hid away.

Yu Chengmo didn't believe in evil, so he went to get the brush again, but the brush seemed to be coated with oil, so slippery that he couldn't pick it up. Instead, he rubbed Yu Chengmo's ink juice.

"Damn!" Yu Chengmo shouted loudly.

"Calm down and try writing a few other words." Bu Xianxian suggested.

Yu Chengmo nodded and wrote his name on the paper.

He is square and has never practiced calligraphy specifically. Although he can write, he is not very good-looking.

Yu Chengmo wanted to write down his answer again, just like the previous few times, and the pen came out again.

Waving his hand, there was a thick ball of spiritual energy. Yu Chengmo directly grabbed the brush with the evil spirit and used the spiritual energy to control the brush to write.

When approaching the white paper, the evil spirit suddenly became disordered and the brush fell to the ground again.

He stomped the brush and made the whole house rustle. Yu Chengmo's breath became thicker and he reached out to dip ink to prepare to write with his hands.

As soon as I was holding the idea of ​​writing it directly on the table even if the rice paper exploded, the thick wooden table in front of Yu Cheng Mo suddenly scattered and broke all over the floor, as if it was affected by Yu Cheng Mo's foot breaking the brush.

Yu Chengmo stared at the walls of the room again.

"Stop trying, try again and the Huanshi Palace collapses." Bu Xianxian quickly stopped Yu Chengmo.

"What's going on when I see a ghost?" Yu Cheng Mo asked angrily, shook his hand and threw all the ink on the ground.

Bu Xianxian shook his head: "I don't know either, so please come and ask."

Zuo Qiuyin, who was called by Yu Chengmo's messaging talisman, had obvious fatigue on his face.

However, when he heard the question described by Yu Cheng Mo and Bu Xianxian, Zuo Qiuyin's face was full of surprise and asked Yu Cheng Mo to show it in front of him.

Then Yu Chengmo made a fool of himself in front of Zuo Qiuyin, unable to speak or hold the pen in writing. Even if he uses spiritual energy to act, he will fail because of the sudden disorder of spiritual energy.

"There are only two possibilities in this way." Zuo Qiuyin thought for a long time in confusion, and finally, his dignity as a disciple of Yinghua Sect made him come to a conclusion: "Someone is making trouble, or Junior Brother Cheng Mo's own problem."

"I'm not sure about my devils? Even the hidden earth immortal is not so strong that I can't touch my mind at all, right?" Yu Chengmo was a little disbelief, or said he was dissatisfied.

Zuo Qiuyin said nothing, but just looked up at the sky.
Chapter completed!