There's a lot of blank space on this notebook, which I was wondering before why there was so much blank space.
In retrospect, none of this was a coincidence; it must have been deliberately left for me.
"Brother, what do you mean? Are you planning to write it yourself?"
Seeing my expression, the older woman looked a little puzzled.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
"Hmm, I was just thinking that the rest of this notebook is very complete, but the middle part is all blank."
Looking back now, it was probably left for us on purpose; maybe it will even solve the mystery we had before!
Holding my notebook, I pointed to these blank spaces, and the more I talked, the more likely it seemed.
The original story was incomplete, but now it can finally be revealed.
After the old lady finished grinding the ink, I placed the notebook on the inkstone.
However, nothing happened.
"Sir, should we splash ink on it?"
The fat man came over and offered a suggestion.
I shook my head and told the fat man that the inkstone couldn't be moved, and that the ink definitely wasn't poured directly on it.
People from large families don't act so rudely.
Splashing ink directly is something only lowlifes and scoundrels can do.
Therefore, something must be missing.
"There's no pen on this table! Wait, the answer must be in the notebook!"
I looked at the table and saw that there were no pens in the pen holder, only pen barrels.
"Grandpa, look at this. It's completely bare. It's probably been a long time since it was here."
"We can't exactly make a pen from scratch, can we?"
The fat man found the only pen in the pen holder, but unfortunately, the pen was now bare, with nothing left but the barrel.
Make a pen on the spot?
My eyes lit up instantly when I heard the fat man's suggestion.
That's right, making it on the spot; the other party's goal is probably to have a pen made on the spot.
Without further ado, I put down my notebook, took out a small knife, and cut off a clump of hair.
"Brother, can I use mine? I feel there's danger."
The older woman was quite worried about me. When she saw that I was using my own hair, she quickly said that I could use hers instead.
I shook my head and refused.
"No need. Perhaps this situation really does require my involvement. I trust Fatty!"
I stated firmly that if this whole scheme was orchestrated by Fatty, then I would trust her.
I did carry some rope and thread with me, and I tied my hair to the pen.
"What's next? It won't write it automatically, will it?"
The fat man has started again.
It's clear that he's quite curious about this.
For a moment, it seemed like I wasn't afraid anymore.
"Of course not, it can't be that simple. There must be some kind of spell needed, and the spell must be in this notebook!"
The older woman was very experienced; this is a common tactic used in Taoist practices.
To write words, you need a certain incantation.
I observed the words near the blank spaces, and the words preceding these blank spaces resembled an acrostic poem.
A spell gradually surfaced.
"The clouds have dispersed, the rain has stopped, the fog has cleared, and the clouds have parted!"
After I recited the incantation, the pen actually started moving on its own.
"Grandpa, you're amazing! You were right!"
The fat man's jaw nearly dropped when he saw this; he never expected such a thing to happen.
I watched as the pen left its mark on the blank space, recording some obscure things little by little.
The inscription on the paper details some previously unknown events written in tiny, neat characters.
"I think your family saved a snake back then?"
I looked at the handwriting above, my expression a little strange.
Isn't this the story of Lady White Snake and Xu Xian?
How did it get like this?
"I've never heard of that before, sir. You rescued a small animal, but there's no need to make such a big deal out of it!"
The fat man was a little embarrassed; it seemed unnecessary for this kind of story to be deliberately passed down.
"But this snake is no ordinary thing; Fatty's true form is a snake!"
I gave a brief description.
After hearing this, the fat man was dumbfounded: "What? That woman is a snake spirit?"
The fat man didn't seem to be lying.
He probably found out for the first time that Fatty Sister was a snake spirit.
"Brother, do you mean that He Feilong's ancestor saved a snake, which was Sister Leng, and Sister Leng came to repay the debt?"
The older woman finally understood.
This is too convoluted.
"That should be it, let's keep watching!"
I nodded and then told the older women to continue watching.
The pen continued moving in the blank space, describing in detail what happened back then.
This time, they even mentioned the time.
"Your family prospered after you met Fatty, so your family's rise to prominence may indeed be related to Fatty!"
Looking at the contents above, I gave a bitter smile. I never imagined that the rise and fall of a family could be so hasty!
I never expected that Sister Pang could decide the history of a family in this way.
The fat man was also struck as if by lightning.
"Could it be that I am that woman's descendant?"
The fat man probably watched too much of the Legend of the White Snake and thought that the way to repay a debt of gratitude was to offer himself in marriage.
"You watch too many TV dramas! How can something so good happen!"
I rolled my eyes. This fat man was just a bit older, but he didn't seem to have much experience.
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