God-Slaying Armor, an Eerie Afraid of Pain

Ji Yan stared out the window, looking slightly taken aback.

The Spirit of the Pen's appearance was rather different from what he had imagined!

He had originally thought she would be as terrifying as Sadako, but now she looked more like Nie Xiaoqian...

He could not help wondering, How could someone so beautiful write such ugly characters?

Under the hazy moonlight, the Spirit of the Pen held the [Demon Cross], ignoring Ji Yan's gaze as she gripped the [Cursed Grudge Brush] and pressed its tip against the cross.

Like a suction cup, the Demon Eerie was forcibly dragged out of it. Before it could cry out in panic, the Spirit of the Pen opened her lips and swallowed a clump of black sludge.

Then, the Spirit of the Pen flicked the [Demon Cross] onto the ground.

Her pale eyes glanced at the Blood Shadow Wedding Dress.

Then they settled on Ji Yan—

Just as Ji Yan was about to say something, the Spirit of the Pen's illusory, floating figure dissolved into mist.

She slipped back into the [Cursed Grudge Brush]...

Ji Yan scratched his head. "She came out for a meal, refused to say a word, then went right back in?"

Introverted as the Spirit of the Pen was, she certainly did not hesitate when it came to eating.

It seemed that her final intervention had simply been because she had smelled that the [Demon Cross] was something delicious.

The Blood Shadow Wedding Dress stared at the brush. Thinking of the Spirit of the Pen's gaze, a layer of frost appeared on her powdered face. "She was very rude."

Ji Yan picked up the [Demon Cross] from the ground.

He had thought the Spirit of the Pen had eaten the Demon Eerie, but he discovered that it had not died.