Zhang Fan stood behind them, looking around, but his brows couldn't help but raise slightly.
Strange, really strange. If Song Zi was really haunted by Bixian and played the Bixian psychic game here, logically speaking, the surroundings should be shrouded in a strong supernatural aura and the ambient temperature should become extremely cold. But now here, But no such supernatural phenomenon occurred. Not only was the temperature not cold, there was no smell of blood or putrid smell.
Could it be that the place where they played the pen fairy psychic game was not here?
Zhang Fan felt strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange.
Song Zi walked slowly to the door of the utility room, sweat dripping from his forehead, and touched the door handle with trembling palms, trying to open the door.
But when he was about to open it, he glanced back at Zhang Fan, as if asking for his opinion.
Zhang Fan didn't speak, but nodded silently, indicating that she could open it.
After getting the answer, Song Zi took a deep breath and opened the utility room door without hesitation.
When the door opened, a pungent musty smell hit his face, making Song Zi cough repeatedly.
With the help of the light from his mobile phone, Zhang Fan could clearly see what was going on inside.
The utility room is not large, with only a table placed in the center, surrounded by spider webs and dust.
On the table, there is a piece of white paper, two extinguished white candles, and a green pencil.
It seems that this is what Song Zi used to communicate with Bixian before.
Zhang Fan walked slowly to the table, picked up the green pencil, and looked at the white paper. However, he saw no signs of use. In other words, this fairy psychic game had never started at all.
"You haven't started channeling Bixian yet?" Zhang Fan looked at Song Zi in surprise and asked in a cold tone.
Judging from the surrounding layout, it is indeed used for the Bixian psychic game, but the game ceremony may not have officially started.
Based on Zhang Fan's previous discoveries and the traces of the layout of the scene, perhaps Song Zi was not haunted by the Bixian at all.
There is a high probability that his trip tonight was in vain.
After being exposed by Zhang Fan and seeing that she couldn't pretend anymore, Song Zi sighed bitterly, looked at Zhang Fan apologetically and said, "I'm sorry... I played truth or dare with my friends and lost... ....I chose the big adventure...go to the Feng Shui shop and find a gentleman to come over..."
After she finished saying this, the students behind Song Zi all burst into laughter.
They laughed happily and unscrupulously.
It seemed that he was laughing at Zhang Fan's stupidity.
Hearing this, Zhang Fan frowned, a cold look flashed in his eyes, and said coldly: "You think this is interesting, don't you?"
"Okay, you like playing like this, right?"
Zhang Fan's cold eyes swept over Song Zi's female students one by one, and then he strode to the door of the utility room, closed the door hard, and hung up the big lock with a click.
This big lock was taken out of his system backpack.
"What...are you going to do?"
Seeing this scene, several female students panicked.
"I'm warning you not to do this. We already greeted our boyfriends when we came here. If we don't go back in fifteen minutes, they will come looking for us."
The female student with the twin ponytails yelled loudly.
"Stop forcing me here. Since you want to play, let's play slowly."
"No matter who comes here today, even if I am the King of Heaven, you have to kowtow to me a few times before leaving." Zhang Fan did not give the female student a good look, but strode to the wooden table and grabbed the green Leather pencil, and lighted the white candle.
Since you want to play, then stay with me until the end. You want to play the Bixian psychic game, right?
I'll let you have enough fun today.
"Come here, let's play a game." Zhang Fan pointed at Song Zi and ordered in a low voice.
"Don't you want to play pen fairy..."
At this moment, Song Zi came to his senses and his expression suddenly changed.
She didn't have the courage to play the Bixian psychic game. It was a very evil thing, and once she played it, it would easily attract dirty things.
"You know, why don't you come over?" Zhang Fan shouted.
Song Zi's face showed fear: "No... don't..."
"It's not up to you!" Zhang Fan grabbed Song Zi's arm, dragged her over, pressed her right hand directly on the table, and then stuffed the green pencil into her hand, forcing her to Start playing the pen fairy psychic game.
Regarding this scene, when several other female students saw Song Zi being treated like this by Zhang Fan, not only did they not come forward to help, but they all showed expressions of gloating, and the depths of their eyes were filled with relief.
It seemed that they were extremely happy to see Song Zi being tortured.
"No, no, I beg you, don't do this to me." Song Zi was anxious and scared, and screamed in fright.
But Zhang Fan turned a deaf ear and ignored it completely.
While reciting the incantation to summon the pen fairy, it didn't take long for the temperature in the entire room to drop rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. In an instant, strong winds blew in the room, and dust was blown everywhere.
In a hazy state, Song Zi suddenly saw a bald man in white appearing in the corner.
"ah--"
Seeing this, Song Zi was completely frightened and screamed in extreme fear.
Several other female students did not see the bald man standing in the corner, and felt incredible about Song Zi's behavior.
"How about it? Don't you like to play like this? I summoned the pen fairy today to let you have a good time."
Zhang Fan sneered.
"Come on, let's play something exciting." Zhang Fan raised the corners of his mouth and sneered again.
"Bixian, how did you die?" Zhang Fan directly asked the taboo of inviting Bixian.
As he said these words, whether it was Song Zi or several other girls, they all felt their scalps go numb.
They all know the taboos about Bixian psychic games.
If Bixian really arrives in the utility room at this moment, then asking such a question is definitely no different from seeking death.
Sure enough, at this moment, the green pencils in Zhang Fan and Song Zi's hands suddenly trembled violently, and then they scribbled wildly on the white paper. Even the flames of the two white candles burned fiercely and swayed, as if they would be extinguished at any time. Same.
"Is it fun?"
"Is it fun to ask you?" Zhang Fan casually threw the green pencil on the ground and overturned the wooden table.
This move frightened Song Zi so much that he screamed strangely and huddled to the ground, trembling.
It's over, it's over. Zhang Fan has violated all the taboos in Bixian's psychic game. Next, Bixian will go on a killing spree.
Zhang Fan overturned the wooden table and threw the green pencil on the ground. This action seemed to ignite the anger of the bald man standing in the corner. His face gradually became ferocious, and his whole body was shrouded in a terrifying supernatural force. Walking towards Zhang Fan.
"I'm here to teach people a lesson. Who gave you the courage to come here?"
Zhang Fan glanced sideways at the approaching bald man and gave a low drink.
Being scolded like this, the bald man was obviously startled, but soon he continued to approach again.
Zhang Fan looked calm and didn't care about this, but took out the fake immortal rope from the system backpack without any haste.
The moment he took out the fake fairy rope, the bald man instinctively felt a strong sense of life and death crisis.
He had a hunch that this rope was very scary, and if he was tied up, he might lose his mind.
So the bald man suddenly became frightened and turned around and left without saying a word.
"I'm in a bad mood today. You're here and you still want to leave? Then let me stay here!"
Zhang Fan casually threw the fake immortal rope, and in just a moment, he tied the opponent as solidly as a rice dumpling and fell to the ground.
Maybe the fake fairy rope played a role. After the bald man was tied up with the fake fairy rope, his figure appeared directly.
At this moment, Song Zi and her friends all saw the appearance of the bald man.
"ah--"
"ah--"
"ah--"
They were so frightened that they screamed and urinated, and ran desperately towards the door, trying to open it and leave.
But the door was locked, and no matter how hard they struggled, they couldn't get out.
"You have to make yourself uncomfortable this late at night. Are you satisfied now?"
Zhang Fan was very satisfied with the fearful expressions of Song Zi and others.
If you want to commit suicide, then commit suicide as much as possible. If people like them are not taught a lesson, they may continue to commit suicide in the future.
By then, you will definitely not be as lucky as you are today.
