Led by the boy's father, Ke Meng came to a room in their cozy little home.
The moment the boy's bedroom door opened, Ke Meng felt a tug from his spirituality, and his gaze immediately turned toward an exercise book on the desk.
More precisely, toward a 2B Pencil lying on the exercise book.
The pencil was yellow and neither long nor short. It had been sharpened down to half its original length, with a slightly pointed tip.
Ke Meng picked up the pencil and quietly sensed what was strange about it.
There was a feeling that was difficult to describe.
Ke Meng instinctively wanted to write on the paper, but he quickly realized that this was the pencil's mental suggestion.
Once he recognized that, Ke Meng immediately stopped his descending arm and held it still.
That's it? Only those two words flashed through Ke Meng's mind. That's it?
He had thought the pencil would be much stronger, but on second thought, most Special Items on Blue Star were not powerful. An especially powerful item would definitely have a special field, and might even cause casualties.
Judging by the absence of a special field before he entered, this item was never going to be very powerful. Ke Meng's resistance points could easily fend off the pencil's temptation.
"I'll be taking this pencil. It's harmful to your family, and you don't have the ability to control it." Ke Meng walked out of the little bedroom and addressed the people waiting outside.
"Thank you, thank you! We really can't thank you enough!" The boy's father looked deeply moved. Getting rid of this pencil that spelled disaster was a good thing. Their family could neither keep it nor manage it.
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