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"Ghost blackboard?"

Everyone's pupils shrank when they heard it. This name is not unfamiliar to them.

The ghost blackboard is a ghost thing once discovered by the ghost masters of the Xia Kingdom.

Its function is very simple, that is, as long as you ask a question, it will appear chalk on the blackboard to answer your question.

Of course, this question is not easy to ask, and it needs to pay a sufficient price.

Generally speaking, it is a human life.

Because every time the questioner asks a question, he drains his blood and dies.

So far, among the ghosts in the entire laboratory, the function and weirdness of the ghost blackboard are also at the forefront.

"I don't recommend it."

Luo Zhi immediately denied, "The ghost blackboard seems to only need one life, but in fact it must be undergoing changes that we don't know about.

Once such transactions increase, there may be unforeseen consequences. "

"I know this!"

Lu Pingchuan nodded, "But in the current situation, the gentleman's identity is indeed too mysterious. It's always right to be cautious."

Hearing this, Luo Zhi glanced at the crowd, and then said expressionlessly.

"Since you all agree, then I don't mind giving it a try."

"Okay, then do it!"

Lu Pingchuan clapped.

Ten minutes later, in a very tightly closed room, everyone appeared one after another.

The entire room is covered with a thick layer of gold paint, which is specially used to isolate the fluctuations that ghosts may emit.

A blackboard with a stand is placed near the wall.

Said to be a blackboard, it is actually a notice board.

Covered with a white cloth, you can't see inside.

And the few people who walked in at this time all wore special golden glasses, which could isolate some fluctuations.

Then, a death row inmate was escorted in, and the agreement had been signed long before he came.

As long as the task is completed, his family will receive a generous pension.

Soon, Luo Zhi handed a note to the death row inmate, and he just had to read it.

Then another professor reached out and dropped the white cloth covering the blackboard.

Whoa!

The white cloth fell, and a small blackboard that looked ordinary and pitch-black like ink appeared like that.

However, everyone in the room looked at this blackboard with a vigilant glow.

Because, all people who see the blackboard, if they are not specially protected, will have an urge from the bottom of their hearts, an urge to ask questions.

At this time, the impulse of the death row prisoner appeared.

He directly opened the note in his hand and began to read it.

"Tell me, who is the ghost rider codenamed Gentleman?"

The words fell, and everyone stared intently at the black blackboard.

In the first few seconds, nothing seemed to change, but soon, the death row prisoner, who had just stood motionless, suddenly twitched violently.

I saw the pores all over his body opened, and countless blood mist seemed to be sucked out by a terrifying suction force.

In just a few seconds, all the blood in the body of the condemned prisoner was sucked dry.

Finally, float directly to the ghost blackboard.

Absorb all the blood mist that remains.

Crunch!

The sour voice suddenly sounded, and I vaguely felt a figure inside the blackboard, holding a chalk and writing continuously.

And the written words are all made of blood.

"The ghost hunter codenamed Gentleman, his identity is..."

The strokes made of blood make the whole blackboard full of weirdness and horror.

But at this time, everyone was staring at the blackboard, wanting to see who this figure was.

Suddenly, one stroke was written first, but this stroke was extremely short, as if it had not been written at all.

At this moment, a mysterious force began to seep out, as if searching for the source of this identity.

At this moment, Chen Xuan, who had just cleaned up his dishes, suddenly raised his head in the kitchen.

"Um?"

He raised his eyebrows and looked out the window, not knowing why he felt like he was being watched.

But this feeling only lasted for a moment and then stopped abruptly.

Kaka!

In the laboratory, the blood on the ghost blackboard stopped instantly after only one stroke.

Then the entire blackboard actually began to tremble slightly, as if it had encountered an incomparably powerful resistance.

"what happened?"

Someone exclaimed, "This ghost blackboard has never happened before!"

"Can't you write it? Who is that gentleman?"

"How is it possible? Even if it is the incarnation of the ghost, it is not impossible to write it, right?"

Just as everyone was discussing, a crack appeared from the corner of the blackboard with a click.

Immediately afterwards, the blood on the entire blackboard disappeared.

There was a dead silence in the room, and everyone looked at this scene in astonishment.

The ghost blackboard is actually broken?

After a long while, someone murmured in a dry voice.

"What kind of existence is this gentleman? Even the ghost blackboard can't bear it?"

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