Her Talent for Courting Death Has Always Been Impressive - Chapter 36 Part 1

Chapter 36: The Goods Are Out!

Yang Buqi was called over by Pu Han’s early morning text. He didn’t mention the specific situation with Xu Turan, only saying that she “encountered a little trouble” and needed him to handle it.

… At the time, he thought that since Pu Han put it that way, it probably wasn’t a big deal and could be managed.

However, the facts proved that he really couldn’t handle it.

This Planchette Pen was indeed going crazy now. The problem was, its madness was reasonable—it had rules set by an order ability user that it had to strictly follow. Once asked, it must answer, and can’t deliberately give wrong answers or brush off with “I don’t know” when there’s a way to find the answer…

And Xu Turan’s question was very tricky.

How many characters can be written in one night at most—in fact, Xu Turan even shamelessly asked for precision down to single digits.

Answering “countless” or giving a vague number would be wrong, and it couldn’t answer “don’t know”. This pen was also a science idiot…

Besides counting and writing hard one character at a time, what else could it do?

What’s worse was that the applier of this rule was quite high-level, which meant the running priority of this rule was also very high. Neither Yang Buqi nor the tools he brought could stop the operation of this set of rules…

“So what do we do now?” Xu Turan sat on the floor, looking up at the red fountain pen that had already written curse words on the ceiling, her tone heavy.

Honestly, she didn’t expect the pen would take it so seriously.

And it was so stupid too.

If you really want to write and count on the spot, at least choose some simple characters, like one, two, three, four, wouldn’t that be faster than writing “you’re sick”? And it would save space too.

This mess, now the whole room probably needs to be repainted. Only 50 Courting Death Value, what a loss, what a loss.

“…” Yang Buqi could unexpectedly understand this pen’s thoughts.

This might be what they call, if you can’t steam buns, at least save face…

“How about I go back again?” He paused for a moment, sighed, “If I go back now and apply for a high-level sealing tool, I should be able to restrain this guy.”

“Forget it, it’s almost 5 am.” Xu Turan looked at her phone, “By the time you come back, it’ll be daylight.”

In fact, dawn comes early in summer. At this time, the sky was already showing some white.

Yang Buqi thought so too, so he simply sat down next to Xu Turan, accompanying her to look up at the pen writing curse words. After waiting for about ten minutes, a few crisp bird chirps came from outside the window, and the fountain pen finally deflated, falling from the ceiling. The red ink splashed along the trajectory onto the white paper covering the floor.

This scene reminded Yang Buqi of four words—

Cuckoo weeping blood.

… The feeling was quite peculiar.

On the other side, the Planchette Pen was slowly crawling towards Xu Turan—yes, crawling. It seemed to no longer have the strength to float and move, only extending a thin, fluffy-like substance from under the pen body, relying on it to support and move the pen body.

As it moved, the pen tip was still dripping ink. It drew a long red line on the paper, which was really shocking.

Yang Buqi watched as it struggled to move to Xu Turan’s front, then suddenly stood upright, and painstakingly wrote a line of answer on the paper below.

【21825】

… Too hard.

Yang Buqi sighed in his heart.

Then he saw Xu Turan pick up that piece of paper, stare at it for a while, then nod lightly.

Then she said three things.

The first was, not bad, this hand speed is quite fast.

The second was, but are you counting punctuation marks?

The third was, I asked you to count characters, not punctuation marks.

Yang Buqi: …

Planchette Pen: …

The next second, the pen, like a dragon making a last-ditch effort, suddenly jerked upwards, dragging a long ink trail rushing upwards—

Fine, I’ll write it again!

Don’t stop me, I can still write! I don’t believe it, can’t I count it out—

Yang Buqi: “…”

He quickly grabbed the Planchette Pen rushing towards the ceiling, looking helplessly at Xu Turan: “Not to say, but you should stop now.”

“If you let it write another round, will your room still be habitable?”

Be human—he almost said this out loud, but on second thought, persuading a human to be human for the sake of an abomination, this seemed somewhat off, so he swallowed it back silently.

Xu Turan thought so too, and finally nodded, indicating that she accepted this answer from the Planchette Pen. Only then did the fountain pen settle down, falling from Yang Buqi’s hand with a thud, lying on the ground motionless.

Out of caution, Yang Buqi still wrapped it in silver paper and added a simple seal. Then he looked up and scanned Xu Turan’s room, sighing deeply: “Your house probably needs a good renovation.”

The paper could be directly picked up and burned, and the table and floor were easy to clean. But the writing on the walls and ceiling was troublesome. The simplest method was to repaint the walls, covering up the dense writing.

“Then let’s repaint it. It’s a good chance to change the color of the room.” Xu Turan stood up, casually picking up a few pieces of paper nearby, “This time we had no experience. Next time, I’ll prepare wallpaper in the room first, and when it finishes writing, we can just tear it off…”

… You’re planning for a next time?

Yang Buqi looked at her in shock, his heart was in turmoil.

The cleanup work was enormous. Plus, Yang Buqi had made a special trip, so Xu Turan felt she should show some appreciation and invited him to stay for breakfast.

However, his presence was not convenient for the adopted brother to notice. So Xu Turan went downstairs first to bring up his things left in the living room.

After completing the transfer, she remembered that Yang Buqi had pressed the doorbell yesterday, and worried that it might leave some record, she went to the front door to investigate for a while. When she came back, she saw the adopted brother walking down the stairs.

“You’re getting up earlier and earlier.” The adopted brother glanced at her, “What were you just doing outside?”

“None of your business.” Xu Turan said very in-character, then heard the adopted brother ask if she had heard some noise last night.

“Mind your own business.” Xu Turan said while glancing at the adopted brother’s expression. Seeing him just frowning impatiently without saying anything else, she knew she had gotten away with it and immediately went upstairs as if nothing had happened.

Based on her experience, this overbearing adopted brother would probably leave soon. She could take Yang Buqi out then, as long as he didn’t suddenly decide to check the surveillance, they shouldn’t be exposed.

But on second thought… so what if they were exposed. It’s not a big deal. Worst case, she’d come up with an excuse later.

Xu Turan made up her mind and quickened her pace. Just as she reached the second floor, she saw Yang Buqi standing in a daze in the hallway. Startled, she hurriedly went over and dragged him into the room.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you afraid my brother will come upstairs?” She said in a low voice. Yang Buqi apologized, paused briefly, then said: “I was just trying to move your chair out, but I saw your doorknob… Who drew that rune on your doorknob?”

“The one on the doorknob? I did it myself.” Xu Turan said matter-of-factly. She had drawn quite a lot the night before last, and wiped off most of them the next day, only keeping the one on the doorknob, “Isn’t that supposed to have some defensive function… Of course, I’m not sure if the one I drew works…”

Yang Buqi: “…It works.”

Xu Turan: “Huh?”

“I just checked, it works.” Yang Buqi tried hard to control his expression, “Did Feifei teach you?”

“No, I drew it myself following the book.” Xu Turan was puzzled, “Didn’t you give me a beginner’s guide at that time? I saw this kind of rune in it. I just copied it when I got back… Is there a problem?”

“It’s not that there’s a problem…” Yang Buqi rubbed his temples, still feeling incredulous.

He could tell that everything Xu Turan said was true.

And he didn’t know whether to tell Xu Turan that the runes in that guide were all example diagrams—the main purpose was just to teach newcomers how to identify them. To understand their general functions.

To really learn how to use these things, one not only needs to know how to draw, but also how to infuse power into them and trigger them. And these would only be gradually explained in depth during the later stages of training.