Fork demon master in the eyes of monsters

Chapter 84 "Dian" Lantern

night.

The new moon is like a hook, and the clouds are like fog.

The bright moonlight shines through the clouds and mist and sprinkles on the earth, which is quite hazy and dreamy.

The breeze was blowing, the leaves were rustling, the lights in the room were dim, and Chen Chuanwang was tapping his shoulders in front of the computer desk.

"The so-called Qingming rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road want to lose their souls. Under this Qingming rain, there seem to be a few more figures between pedestrians..."

Chen Chuanwang didn't know what mistake he had made, so he wrote a good monster booklet with some ghostly meaning.

However, since ancient times, monsters and ghosts have not been separated, and now it is nothing to be together, as long as the plot is reasonable.

After typing most of the words, Chen Chuanwang was thirsty, so he picked up the cool boiled tea that was on the side, drank some, and moistened his lips.

He doesn't like to drink tasteless plain water, but he has a mouth sore on his lips, drinking some plain water should heal sooner.

After Chen Chuanwang moistened his lips, he licked the hole on his lips with his tongue.

In the past, he rarely had oral ulcers, but since he entered university, they would develop every few months. The most damning thing is that this disease cannot be cured.

After resting for a while, Chen Chuanwang lost interest in coding and opened the paper.

The outline of the catalog has been completely revised, but he hasn't written it yet, not a single word.

The so-called copy of the world's articles is a big copy, and this paper is even more so. The things Chen Chuanwang and others have written by themselves at this level are all academic garbage. Excerpting the contents of the big guys is academic garbage with a grain of gold mixed in.

Chen Chuanwang already had an idea of ​​the content, so naturally he wouldn't be distressed. It's not like writing a novel in a whimsical way, without much focus.

He opened a few more papers related to his subject, slid the mouse, found what he wanted, copied and pasted it, and took it all out.

And just as he was typing on the keyboard, ready to put these things into use, the window rang.

Boom boom boom!
Chen Chuanwang frowned, could it be some monster telling the story again?

He turned his head and saw a white lantern floating directly outside the window. The appearance of the lantern was almost the same as the lantern in the costume drama, but the white color did not look very auspicious.

Especially when the wind was blowing, Chen Chuanwang saw a big "Dian" character while the lantern was spinning, which was completely opposite to auspiciousness.

Seeing this scene, normal people must be panicked and their scalps go numb, but Chen Chuanwang will not, because his door god Zhong Kui is already standing outside the window at this moment, holding the white lantern with one hand.

Seeing this, Chen Chuanwang got up and walked, and opened the door.

Shuihu, who looked like a strong man, smiled and walked into the room: "Chen family boy, how is Zhong Kui doing? Thinking about this mere lantern demon, he still wants to harm you. I think he doesn't want to live anymore."

"This monster looks unlucky." As a novelist, Chen Chuanwang saw the word "Dian", and many images appeared in his mind instantly.

White corpses, black and heavy coffins, solemn funerals, and tombs under the Qingming rain!

"I probably guessed where he came from, but I'm not sure." Chen Chuanwang beckoned Shuihu to sit down, and then handed him a glass of water.

He clearly knew that the water tiger should not stay out of the water for too long.

Shuihu stepped on the lantern, held the cup, and drank it in one gulp. He wiped his mouth and said, "Cheer up."

If he didn't know that the glass contained boiled water, Chen Chuanwang would really have thought that Shuihu was drinking white wine.

Chen Chuanwang squatted down and looked at the Lantern Demon for a while: "Why doesn't this thing have a mouth? Can he talk?"

Shuihu shook his head: "No, how can a dead thing talk? It's rare for a dead thing to become a monster, and it's almost the same as our strange monsters."

"Then how should we ask him? We can't just look at it like this."

"Naturally there is a way."

The water tiger kicked the lantern, put its claws into the lantern, and picked out a bit of burning wax with the tip of his nails.

He divided the little bit of wax into two parts, put half on his brows, and half on Chen Chuanwang's brows.

Shuihu said: "Now you understand."

Chen Chuanwang was surprised, and suddenly felt dizzy in his head, and then, he probably heard some vague voices.

"Fire...fire...spirit..."

Unknown, Chen Chuanwang looked at Shuihu inwardly. Shuihu sat on the edge of the bed, touched the soft quilt with his hand, and said, "This monster seems to want to absorb your energy and spirit, so as to continue his fire."

Chen Chuanwang was not surprised at all.

For a writer of novels, for a person who often reads stories and horror movies, such a statement is too common. If a Lantern Girl finds her, she may be able to make him look at her differently.

"Is that all?"

Chen Chuanwang's tone was a little disappointed. He looked at the lantern: "Where did you come from? How were you born?"

These two issues are what Chen Chuanwang thinks is the most critical.

If, as he expected, the lantern floated from the ancestral grave, then it would be troublesome.

At the time of Ching Ming Festival, there were many grave-sweeping people, and many of them came back from other places.

"fire Fire……"

The lantern doesn't seem to have much wisdom, but it's not surprising, after all, it's a dead thing, and it's not a big monster.

Chen Chuanwang shook his head: "Too stupid."

Shuihu said: "That's normal. Do you really think any monster can talk? South Lake is a treasure land of outstanding people."

No, otherwise, in such a small place, how could there be a monster of a different kind, the Liu family group, and dozens of little monsters.

Chen Chuanwang waved his hand: "That's it, this monster is useless."

Shuihu nodded: "Then what should we do with this thing? Kill it, or let it go?"

There is no need to think about this matter at all, Chen Chuanwang's soft heart will not be placed on the evil monster.

"Of course it was killed."

As soon as the words fell, Shuihu reached into the lantern and pulled out the whole candle.

"Whoo~"

With a light breath, the candle, which was not considered bright in the first place, was blown out.

Chen Chuanwang asked in surprise, "Is this dead?"

Shuihu said indifferently: "Otherwise? Do you think such a monster who is not considered a little monster is so difficult to deal with? Even a normal little monster will die if it encounters your human knife and fork. This thing is actually a knife and fork. The fire can be lighted."

Chen Chuanwang asked: "Then put the candle back and light it again, will it still come back to life?"

"Probably not, it's just a little monster, how could it possibly come back from the dead?" Shui Hu heard Chen Chuanwang's question, thought for a while, and crushed the lantern under his feet: "That's all right for the head office. It was buried separately."

Chen Chuanwang nodded.

It's all dismembered, so it should be fine.

"By the way, I have to ask you to be the door god for a while, maybe there will be lanterns coming."

Grandpa also went to visit the grave.

Most of the other people in the village also went to sweep the grave.

Maybe this lantern...

Thinking of this, Chen Chuanwang suddenly felt that the outside was brighter. He hurried to the window and looked outside.

That is……

(End of this chapter)