After the pen fairy in red left, Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief. After a second thought, his brows suddenly stood up again, with a look of embarrassment on his face.
The pen fairy in red goes to deal with the pen fairy that is pestering Xiao Cui. Can the ritual of the pen fairy's psychic game be cancelled?
But if it is cancelled, what if Bi Xian comes back and can no longer communicate with me? After much hesitation, Zhang Fan decided to ask Sai Laoxian.
Soon, Sai Lao
After ten minutes, see if the red-clothed pen fairy can suppress that pen fairy. After hearing this, Zhang Fan also felt that this was the truth, so he could only continue to maintain such a psychic gesture of holding the pen.
But after a while, he couldn't bear it anymore. Because the survivor's stamina bonus has been banned by the system, he is now no different from an ordinary person.
No matter how unfazed my heart is, I have to endure it. There is no other way. But just when he gritted his teeth and persisted, an inexplicable cold wind suddenly appeared, and then a woman in a white dress appeared quietly.
This woman in a white dress has disheveled hair, and her face is covered by her messy hair, making it impossible for people to see her appearance clearly.
Her appearance made the already extremely cold abandoned music classroom become even more chilly and biting, as if a person was standing in the cold winter without any clothes on.
The woman in the white dress floated to the opposite side of the table and stood still. Like the Bixian who appeared before, she also had her head lowered and seemed to be a little shy of others.
Seeing the appearance of this woman in a white dress, Zhang Fan looked strange and extremely surprised. He didn't understand why a new Pen Immortal appeared when he clearly didn't recite the incantation to invite the Pen Immortal.
Filled with confusion, he had no choice but to ask Sai Laoxian again. In this regard, Sai Laoxian's answer is that once the Bixian psychic game starts, it will continue to attract the surrounding ghosts and ghosts to play the Bixian game with you.
Once upon a time, in his era, there was a person who played the Fuji game, which was also called the Pen Immortal Game, and directly summoned more than a dozen Pen Immortals in one go.
These pen fairies are all talking, vying to play games with the psychics. Therefore, as long as you don't take the initiative to end the Bixian psychic game, Bixian will continue to come to your door.
Looking at the newly arrived woman in white dress in front of him, Zhang Fan felt helpless. His purpose of channeling Bixian has been achieved, so there is no need to continue asking Bixian.
However, the red-clothed pen fairy who went to deal with the pen fairy who was pestering Xiaocui has not come back yet. He cannot interrupt the ceremony and can only bite the bullet and come.
...On the other side, far away is Zhang Fan's Maoshan Incense Candle Shop. Xiaocui and her daughter sat on the sofa anxiously, looking at their mobile phones for a while, then poking their heads outside the store, as if waiting for Zhang Fan's return.
During Zhang Fan's absence, Xiaocui's nerves were extremely tense. Almost every minute and every second was torture, and her heart was also filled with fear and uneasiness. She was afraid that the pen fairy would attack her inexplicably and put her at risk. She kills.
She is still young and has just entered her third year of college. She has a promising future and quiet years, but there is still a lot of time to enjoy.
How could she be willing to die like this? To be honest, she didn't want to follow in the footsteps of her five best friends.
Of course, their deaths filled Xiaocui's heart with regret and guilt, as if she was in a dream. Not long ago, they were talking, laughing, eating, drinking and having fun, but in the blink of an eye, they were separated by life and death. , all died.
"Daughter, don't be afraid, relax. Master Zhang has gone to deal with the pen fairy now. As long as you persist for a while, you can come back!" Xiao Cui's mother looked at Xiao Cui's haggard appearance, feeling both distressed and distressed. Sad, although she was also very anxious, but as a mother, she still tried her best to comfort Xiao Cui.
When they came this time, they were really desperate. When Xiao Cui's father learned that Xiao Cui had played the Bixian psychic game, he was angry and scared, but he couldn't say anything. Instead, he drove all night to Maoshan to ask for a life-saving peace charm, hoping to save her. Xiao Cui’s life.
It has been almost three days since he left, and he is about to return after counting the time.
"Mom, it's all my fault, I've caused you trouble, so you're all worried with me!" Xiao Cui forced a smile on his face, his words were full of self-blame, and while blaming himself, he tried his best not to let his mother worry about her. .
"You stupid kid!" Xiao Cui's mother sighed with a bitter look on her face. Xiaocui didn't speak, but nervously took out her mobile phone from her pocket and glanced at the time.
In two minutes, it will be 24:00 in the morning, and it will be the next day. Too many things have happened recently. Xiaocui feels like a dream, which is incredible.
He didn't believe in the existence of ghosts in this world before. However, she believes it now. It's just that neither she nor her mother knew... Behind them at this moment, a long-haired woman in a red robe was standing strangely still with her head lowered.
She neither moved nor made the slightest sound, she just stood so strangely and quietly.
Her presence, like air and shadow, did not attract anyone's attention. Time passed little by little, and when the second hand of the clock on the wall completed its last circle, it finally reached 24:00 in the morning.
Came the next day. At this moment, the woman in red robe, who had been silent all this time, raised her head slightly, revealing a dead gray face. Her dead fish eyes were filled with bloodlust and malice.
She stiffly raised her pale and gray hands and slowly pinched Xiao Cui's neck. But the latter was still ignorant and didn't notice at all.
Getting closer and closer, the red-robed woman's long fingernails painted with blood, and Xiao Cui's neck getting closer and closer.
Just when her hands were about to get closer, a sudden gust of cold wind swept inexplicably. Immediately afterwards, the lights of the Maoshan Incense Candle Shop seemed to be disturbed by some unknown supernatural force. They suddenly made a hissing sound and then went out.
The lights went out for just a moment, and darkness like a tide came in an instant. The pungent and rich smell of blood filled the air.
"Ah -" Seeing this scene, Xiaocui was frightened and let out a heart-rending scream.
"Girl!" Xiao Cui's mother suddenly turned pale when she heard her scream. The lights went out for less than ten seconds, and then came back on again.
When the lights came on, they saw that the woman in red robe who had been standing behind Xiao Cui and was about to attack her disappeared without knowing when.
The screen zoomed out to the outside of Maoshan Incense and Candle Shop. I saw a figure of a long-haired woman wearing a blood-colored evening dress, appearing here strangely. She faced the Maoshan Incense Candle Shop and the road in front of her.
At this time, in her right hand, she held a tattered doll. And in his left hand, a doll also appeared.
However, if someone observes carefully here, they will find that the new doll in the left hand is exactly the same as the red-robed woman who just stood behind Xiao Cui.
At the same time, in the abandoned music classroom. Zhang Fan was already sweating profusely, and his arms, which had been kept straight for a long time, had become sore and numb that he was almost losing consciousness.
At this moment, the number of pen immortals across his desk has almost reached twenty. There are black ghosts, white ghosts, and even a red ghost.
They were all summoned by the spirit through the ritual of Bi Xian's spirit game. Now, the one communicating with Zhang Fan was the fierce ghost in red.
This red-clothed fierce ghost is a poor man with long braids and a livid complexion, wearing a red coat. Judging from his clothes, he is not a modern person, but a bit like an ancient Qing Dynasty person.
Zhang Fan looked at him, then at the green pencil he was holding in both hands, talking nonsense here and there.
He was just stalling for time now. As long as the red-clothed pen fairy in a blood-red evening dress came back, his mission would be completed.
"Am I handsome?" Zhang Fan asked. The green pencil in his hand was controlled by an unknown force, and he quickly wrote two words on the white paper covered with pencil fonts.
"Not handsome"! Zhang Fan's eyes widened when he saw that these two were not handsome, but he soon came to his senses and sighed.
This man with long braids does not look like a modern person at first glance. His aesthetics are a bit different, which is normal.
"What dynasty are you from?" Zhang Fan continued to ask.
"Qing Dynasty!" The pencil wrote two traditional Chinese characters on the white paper.
"What is the winning lottery number tomorrow?" Zhang Fan continued to ask.
"What is a lottery ticket?" The pencil wrote a question on the paper. Zhang Fan: "???" Forget it, it's me, Meng Lang. It's really a bit difficult to talk about this topic with this fierce ghost from the Qing Dynasty. It's normal that he can't understand.
Since the man with long braids was a terrifying red-clothed ghost, all the other ghosts summoned by the psychic were trembling with fear. They stood in the corner of the shadows, watching Zhang Fan from a distance. No one dared Come forward.
Zhang Fan sighed, and was about to talk about other topics, but the next second, a strong smell of blood hit his face. In an instant, all the pen immortals in the classroom showed fear, and looked at the classroom in unison. Portal location.
I saw a dark-haired woman wearing a blood-colored evening dress, holding a doll in each hand, appearing strangely.
As she appeared, the long-braided man in a red coat who had been communicating with Zhang Fan suddenly stepped back and quickly came into the shadows.
In doing so, he seemed to feel a sense of fear towards the woman in the bloody evening dress. Seeing this, Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly felt that the red-clothed pen fairy in a bloody evening dress must have unfathomable strength. Even ordinary red-clothed ghosts were extremely afraid of her.
Perhaps, she is a top-notch red-clothed ghost with a ghost realm. The woman in a bloody evening dress walked barefoot to the table and began to communicate with Zhang Fan.
A green pencil wrote a sentence on the white paper full of fonts: "That pen fairy, I have conquered her." Seeing this sentence, Zhang Fan looked happy. He didn't expect that she had such a terrifying ability. With his strength, he can also subdue even the pen fairy who is a fierce ghost in red.
She might really be a red-clothed ghost with a ghost realm. The red-clothed ghost who owns the ghost realm is also commonly known as the unsolvable red-clothed ghost.
It's a real natural disaster!
"Thank you!" Zhang Fan thanked him.
"Please don't forget the deal with me!" A green pencil wrote a sentence on the white paper, as if to remind Zhang Fan
"Don't worry, I will definitely help you fulfill your last wish!" Zhang Fan promised.
"Okay, today's Bi Xian psychic game is over here!" Zhang Fan swallowed and began to plan to end the psychic game, but after he finished speaking, he inadvertently glanced at Hong Yi The doll in Bixian's hand suddenly moved in his heart, as if he thought of something, so he hurriedly said: "Can you give me the Bixian you conquered?" The reason why he asked this was because of his deal with Wishing Lake. , that is, two red-clothed fierce ghosts need to be sacrificed.
If he could get the red-clothed ghost in the hands of the red-clothed pen fairy, then he would successfully find the first red-clothed ghost used for sacrifice.
When he subdues a red-clothed fierce ghost later, he will have completed the conditions for sacrificing to the Wishing Lake.
"Okay!" Green pencil wrote on the white paper
The word "can". Seeing that the other party agreed, Zhang Fan felt happy. But he didn't show it. After a moment of silence, he began to recite the incantation to bid farewell to Bixian.
After the incantation was recited, the various pen wizards among the music teachers began to disappear one by one. The woman in the bloody evening dress was the last one to leave. Before leaving, she put the doll she was holding in her left hand on the ground.
After doing this, her figure dissipated in the wind. Looking at the empty classroom again, Zhang Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead and slumped down on the chair, breathing heavily as if he was almost exhausted.
This fairy psychic game is really not for ordinary people to play. To be precise, playing alone was so tiring that he couldn't bear it.
After sending away the pen fairies, it is time to burn the white paper and pencils used for channeling with fire. Only then will you be done.
He picked up the white paper and lit it on the red candle. In a short time, it burned out quickly and turned into black ashes, scattering in all directions.
Then he put the green pencil on the red candle and lit it. It took about a while before it started to burn. After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Fan finally burned all the items used in the Bi Xian psychic game.
Even on the other table, the white paper and pencils that Xiaocui and the others used to channel spirits were burned together.
Only in this way, Xiaocui will no longer be troubled by Bixian in the future. After doing this, Zhang Fan picked up the doll on the ground and strode outside.
This doll is dressed in a red robe, with a terrifying supernatural aura lingering all over it. It is obviously the Bixian in the blood-red evening dress who suppressed the Bixian who pestered Xiaocui with his own supernatural power.
Not afraid of long nights and many dreams, Zhang Fan planned to sacrifice the doll to Wishing Lake immediately. Because his current system backpack cannot be used, even if he wants to put the doll in it, he cannot do it. Instead of doing this, it is better to sacrifice it directly to the Wishing Lake.
