Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoming thought that if the Ouija board left on its own, he wouldn't have to see it off.
However, things are not as simple as imagined!
At this moment, Ye Youbai suddenly asked, "What's your name?"
As soon as Ye Youbai finished speaking, Zhang Xiaoming's hand holding the brush moved again. He wrote his name very slowly on the blank space of the paper.
Ye Youbai: “…”
Isn't this a bit too slow?
strong:"......"
Five minutes passed, and you only wrote one horizontal and one vertical line?
Ji Sijian: “…”
This Ouija board not only has clumsy hands and feet, but may also be a stutterer.
Zhang Xiaoming: “…”
This is too slow, so slow that he wants to help.
Everyone at the base: “…”
"Why is the Ouija board writing so slowly?"
"That's right. It's been five minutes, and he's only written two gestures. Can you guess what he wants to write?"
"One horizontal and one vertical, is it supposed to be Wang? His last name is Wang?"
"There are so many surnames with horizontal and vertical strokes. Who knows what his last name is?"
"Maybe he'll say his name is Wangba."
"I'm really getting anxious. This Ouija board must be a master, otherwise how could it be so slow?"
"Grandfather level? This is obviously at least great-grandfather level, otherwise how could he write so slowly?"
"I guess this ghost might have broken its arm before becoming a ghost, so it writes so slowly."
"Look, he seems to have finally finished writing a surname. It really is Wang."
"Wang has been writing for almost half an hour. They can't stand it if Boss Ye doesn't read it."
At this time, Zhang Xiaoming's hands were extremely stiff. Although the words were not written by him, he had been holding the pen all the time. The ghost had been holding his hand, and he did not dare to relax for a moment.
He originally thought that the ghost's surname would be very difficult, but it took him almost half an hour, his arms were sore, before he could write the word "Wang".
Ye Youbai: “…”
king?
A king wrote for nearly half an hour?
strong:"......"
Son of a bitch?
Ji Sijian: “…”
He wants to chop off the ghost's hand. No one objects, right?
Zhang Xiaoming: “!!!”
I!
I object!
Just as the ghost was about to write another word, Ye Youbai suddenly said, "Stop."
"Now that we know your last name, we'll just add you to the Wang Jia."
Ye Youbai had just finished speaking when Zhang Xiaoming's hand, which was about to continue writing, suddenly paused. There was silence in the air, as if time had stopped at this moment, as if one movement could break this tranquility.
At this moment, the ghost holding Zhang Xiaoming's hand suddenly trembled slightly, as if the ghost was very angry because of the name "Wang Jia".
Zhang Xiaoming: “!!!”
Auntie, can we please stop talking?
Everyone at the base: “!!!”
"Hahaha......"
"I'm dying of laughter! Boss Ye is such a great name picker!"
"Hahaha, Wang Jia, Wang Jia, this is so interesting. When the next person with the surname Wang comes out, he won't be called Wang Yi, right?"
"Who knows? I think the ghost is angry, otherwise why would Zhang Xiaoming's hands keep shaking?"
"Who wouldn't be angry if this happened?"
"I think this ghost is going to be pissed off to death."
"That's all we can do. Who made him write so slowly? We're all getting impatient waiting here, not to mention Boss Ye and the others. We can only summon ghosts for a few hours at night. It took this ghost half an hour to write the word 'Wang' with such few gestures. If the next two words had more gestures, wouldn't it have taken until morning?"
"That makes some sense. Now, is this ghost considered the one that Boss Ye and the others recruited?"
"That shouldn't count, right? After all, the ghost was holding Zhang Xiaoming's hand."
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Ye Youbai looked at Zhang Xiaoming's hand, which was controlled by the ghost and was shaking non-stop, and asked thoughtfully, "Don't you think this name sounds bad?"
"Wang Jia, I think it sounds pretty good."
"Don't you think so?"
After the ghost heard what Ye Youbai said, Zhang Xiaoming's hands trembled even more violently. It was not known whether it was because he liked the ghost too much or because he was too angry.
But Ye Youbai guessed that it might be because he was angry.
Zhang Xiaoming: “…”
Ancestor, can we please stop talking?
After asking this question, let’s send the Ouija board away, right?
Zhang Xiaoming looked at his uncontrollable hands and reminded from the bottom of his heart: "Sister..."
"When the Ouija board is writing the answer, we can't interrupt it."
"Can't interrupt?"
Hearing this, Ye Youbai looked at the paper on the table, then looked at Zhang Xiaoming's hand holding the brush, and continued, "But it's already been planned, right?"
Ouija: “…”
Does he still want to save face?
Zhang Xiaoming: “…”
Can this Ouija board still be sent away?
Everyone at the base: “!!!”
"Can't I interrupt the Ouija board when it's writing the answer?"
"Your question hits a blind spot for us. We haven't recruited anyone before, so how would we know?"
"Looking at what Zhang Xiaoming said, it might really be like this. When the Ouija board gives the answer, you can't interrupt."
"If you really plan to do that, what will happen?"
"Didn't Boss Ye interrupt? It seems nothing happened."
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