After eating, several people discussed playing a game.
Because there was something on her mind, even when facing the new game that she had been looking forward to for several months, Su Ziyue played absent-mindedly.
Yang Ruoting put down the controller and turned her head to look over: "Yueyue, aren't you happy?"
Su Ziyue smiled reluctantly: "No, I just think the female ghost is pretty."
Li Xiaofei's face turned pale and she coughed violently.
"What female ghost?" Yang Ruoting paused and looked around.
Su Ziyue's heart sank, and she realized she had made a mistake, and quickly waved her hand: "I didn't..."
"The ghost movie she was talking about, the female ghost lady in it is pretty good-looking." Sang Luo said, pointing to somewhere.
Everyone followed her gaze and found that it was a ghost film disc that had appeared in the display cabinet at some point. On it was a woman covered in blood with black hair shawl. At this time, she slightly raised the corners of her mouth and looked at it. She smiled seductively at the camera.
According to aesthetic standards, this is definitely a beauty, ah, so beautiful.
"Strange, when was this disc put here?" Su Ziyue's eyes were blank, and she had no impression even after thinking about it carefully.
Sang Luo's eyes narrowed and he said meaningfully: "Maybe someone left it accidentally."
"Ah... maybe it's a trick gift from someone."
Her little sister usually likes to hold parties and so on, and she especially likes this big house. She comes into contact with many different kinds of people, and naturally she will inevitably have some bad friends.
"Then let's watch this today." Su Ziyue stood up and wanted to get the disc, but Sang Luo raised his hand to stop him.
"What's wrong?"
Sang Luo clicked the clock: "It's still early now, we can play something else first."
Yang Ruoting looked at the clock with a blank expression: Eleven o'clock, so it's still early... Is she out of touch with the nightlife of this group of people?
However, what shocked her was yet to come. When Sang Luo proposed to play pen fairy and back-slapping relay, her eyes widened.
"Stop it, that thing seems to be quite evil." Yang Ruoting persuaded her hard.
Su Ziyue stepped forward and patted her shoulder: "Don't think so much, we have to believe in science."
Yang Ruoting hesitated to speak. She might have a lot to say, but she didn't dare to say it.
All these changes were seen by Sang Luo. She lowered her eyes and looked at the disc in her hand quietly, with a smile on her lips.
It seemed that the female ghost had quite a big appetite this time, but it was just unlucky that she entered the wrong house.
Bixian is a very familiar ritual to attract ghosts.
Two or three players hold pens, recite the spell to summon the pen fairy, ask the questions they want to know, and finally send the pen fairy away.
It sounds like a very simple process, but accidents are often most likely to occur in the simplest links. The most difficult step for Bixian is the last step. If you fail to send Bixian away successfully, it will replace you forever until it dies.
Horror movies throughout the ages always start with a pen that cannot be sent away.
At this time, at midnight, Sang Luo tightened all the curtains, and the room was airtight. Only the candles at the four corners of the table were still dancing with pitiful flames.
Under the dim light, there was a piece of white paper on the table with an extremely ordinary ballpoint pen on it.
"Who's coming?"
The three people looked at each other, with more or less panic in each other's eyes.
When Sang Luo put down the props and prepared to replace one of them, he didn't expect that two people spoke at the same time.
"I come."
"Let me do it!"
One's voice was weak, and there was a hint of trembling in it if you listen carefully, while the other's voice was obviously full of panic and emotions, and he almost shouted.
Sang Luo looked around, and as she thought, there was Yang Ruoting and Su Ziyue.
The two looked at each other, with familiar feelings of distress and disapproval in each other's eyes.
"Otherwise, don't come."
Sang Luo clapped his hands: "Bi Xian is a two-player game at best, so don't waste time anymore."
The two looked at each other again and stretched out their hands to hold the pen. When I held it, my palms were filled with sweat.
Yang Ruoting's thoughts wandered to nowhere, she lowered her head and remained silent.
Su Ziyue went to see Sang Luo with a look of help, and when she saw Sang Luo nodded towards her, she felt a little relieved.
"What should we ask?" Su Ziyue asked Yang Ruoting tentatively.
Yang Ruoting said "Ah" and shook her head. She had always resisted this kind of game. If she wasn't afraid that something would happen to her good friend, she would never show up to participate.
Sang Luo wrote and drew silently beside him, and soon handed over a piece of paper.
Su Ziyue just glanced at it and turned a little pale: "It's not good..."
Although she has never played it, she has heard that Bixian is very taboo about others asking questions related to life and death.
But when she saw the words "When will I die", "How will I die" and "Who will die next" written on Sang Luo's white paper, her face turned green.
The whole pile is jumping around at Bixian's lightning point, for fear that his death will be too long.
Fortunately, Sang Luo was a person who corrected his mistakes immediately. He quickly sketched and handed over another piece of paper.
Su Ziyue glanced several times to make sure she was not dazzled.
"How did you die?" "When did you die?" "Will you come back to life?"
…
This is like poking into Bixian's lungs, for fear of not irritating the other party.
Su Ziyue raised her head and looked at Sang Luo helplessly. She had no idea how a person who usually looked so serious could be so cruel when asking questions. Is this the reason why she was not popular before?
No longer turning to Sang Luo for help and risking his own death, Su Ziyue thought for a while and carefully asked her first question: "Are you a pen fairy?"
After asking, Su Ziyue looked tense and stared at the pen in her hand, feeling as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest.
The pen trembled on the white paper for a long time, and finally made a move, drawing a circle on the other side of the white paper.
coming!
At this time, Su Ziyue was feeling excited and scared at the same time. She was afraid that she would come and that she would get nothing this time.
For the second question, Su Ziyue was silent for a while and asked: "Can I pass the final exam in mathematics this time?"
Sang Luo was a little speechless next to him. The child was still chatting with Bixian. She originally wanted to make something exciting and arouse people directly, but she didn't expect that Bixian's atmosphere would be so harmonious.
After asking the second question, which might be related to his future, Su Ziyue looked more seriously, sweating again on his palms, and he could hardly hold the pen in his hand.
After a while, Bixian reluctantly circled "No".
Perhaps, this was also the first time she encountered someone asking such a question.
Su Ziyue froze in place. The shock of failing made her feel more uncomfortable than the current horror. She just wanted to find a place to cry.
"Ouch, I failed in math." She cried and looked at Sang Luo, "Do you think she is definitely right?"
Sang Luo: "..."
When playing Bixian, it was very taboo for the people next to him to talk, but Su Ziyue was obviously immersed in her own emotions and forgot about the rules.
Sang Luo moved her mouth, and just as she was about to speak, she felt that the temperature in the room suddenly dropped a lot, and a cold wind blew from nowhere, raising the curtains in an arc.
Su Ziyue's body stiffened and she felt an extremely oppressive force appear behind her. Then, a cold hand seemed to be placed on her hand. The cold feeling on her skin made her body tremble. .
"you……"
Consistent with her expression, Yang Ruoting on the opposite side also looked at her with an extremely frightened expression.
The two people's thoughts at this time were surprisingly the same: there was something dirty next to them!
Su Ziyue was afraid and wanted to throw away her pen and run away, but was stopped gently by Sang Luo.
She wrote a piece of paper and handed it over, "The third question, then, send Bi Xian away."
Yes, no matter what happens, the entire process must be completed. This is what Sang Luo told her before playing.
Gritting her teeth, Su Ziyue tried her best to ignore the strength in her hands and asked her third question: "Spare our lives."
Her teeth chattered as she spoke, but she enunciated each word clearly and loudly.
Cowardly, cowardly, but with a little bit of strength.
Sang Luo thought more highly of her.
The owner of the hand seemed to pause, probably speechless. Then, under the gaze of four pairs of eyes, the pen moved without scruple, one stroke after another, very smoothly, interpreting every minute and every second. "I won't pretend anymore."
Soon, a few big words appeared on the white paper: "Go to hell!!"
Looking at the bright red font, Su Ziyue was frozen in place. For a long time, she slowly raised her head like a puppet on strings, showing an expression that was uglier than crying: "Sister, I Is it ruined?"
Sang Luo sighed and made a "please" gesture.
Su Ziyue could only point out where to fight, and said without hope, "Bixian Bixian, please leave."
The surrounding candlelight began to sway left and right, and the light became darker and darker. After struggling for a few times, the weak brightness was quickly extinguished. The cold touch on his hand had not disappeared, and Su Ziyue's face had lost all color, looking bleak and uneasy.
Sang Luo patted her shoulder: "It's okay."
At that moment, Su Ziyue felt as if a warm current was flowing into her body where Sang Luo came into contact, as if she had soaked in a hot spring in the middle of winter and her whole body had come alive.
She immediately stood up and grabbed Sang Luo's arm: "Sister, hit me two more times."
"..."
Sang Luo ignored her dangerous remarks and relit the four candles with a piece of talisman paper.
There was brightness in the room again, but no one's expression was easy to see. They were all horrified and huddled together unconsciously.
In the silence, Li Xiaofei's teeth chattered and asked: "Classmate Sang, don't you think there is something wrong with the candle you lit?"
The candle was sparkling, but the light it emitted was a faint blue, which was particularly strange against the darkness.
Sang Luo made a "boo" gesture and smiled at several people: "Next, let's play the next game."
The three of them shivered and shivered together. For a moment, they felt that Sang Luo seemed to be more terrifying than the female ghost.
