RPG - Chapter 62

Setting Sixty-two: The Supernatural Research Society (15)

If you want to choose the most well-known spirit game in the 21st century, “Pen Xian” will definitely be in the top three. Its rules are very simple. Two people prepare a pen and a piece of paper, hold the pen with their hands crossed, recite some spells that ask Bi Xian, and take turns asking questions. The invited Bi Xian will answer the question on the paper. In this process, no other person is allowed to intervene. The identity and death method of the pen fairy cannot be asked. After asking the question, the pen fairy must be sent away so as not to lead the ghost to the upper body.

The most important thing is that Bi Xian can not answer the question of the questioner, and it must be true once it is answered.

After listening to Shan Ziwei’s introduction to “bixian”, Rose’s blood did not alleviate the eyes of the white-haired youth, and his skepticism was obvious.

Shan Ziwei was in trouble. As the object of suspicion, no matter what he said, he could hardly win the trust of others.

“He’s right.”

Hearing the words of the host, the list of Wei Wei jumped, forcibly stopped himself from looking back at the person. Rose blood looked at Shan Wei and looked at the host, “Do you know ‘Pixian’?”

The host didn’t talk anymore, but it was the usual default of Shan Wei. Shan Zi Wei secretly lowered his teeth. This was the case every time. He knew nothing but said nothing. Everyone was turned around by him.

The testimony of the dark-haired young man reassured Rose Blood. She said to the host, “I play with you.”

The girl glanced at Shan Wei and said directly, “First, I didn’t believe him very much, and secondly, my setting 2 was not completed, and I had to‘ make death ’twice less.”

Shan Zi Wei Wenyan glanced at his own setting 2 and found that the setting 2 that he regarded as the beast of the flood was already reached unknowingly.

[Setting 2: You are a member of the supernatural research community that actively participates in activities, and believes in “Death without death” (10/8). (00:29:40)]

Not only was the amount reached, but it was exceeded, and Shan Ziwei was shocked by his spirit of death. He looked at the countdown with about half an hour left to realize that the board had been playing for almost 10 hours.

Only more than 9 hours have passed … It feels like a century later, Shan Weiwei thought. Can this chessboard really pass? More than 9 hours means that all players have less than 3 hours of game time left, and the connection settings have not yet been played out.

Rose Blood is also aware of this. She is more anxious than Shan Ziwei. The clearance setting is far from the sky, and the activation time limit of setting 2 is close at hand. The girl stared straight at the dark-haired young man, but saw the other person raise her eyes and glanced at her, without any meaning or emotion, making her feel cold for no reason.

Then she heard him say, “OK.”

When the host took the lead to sit on the side of the coffee table, the rose blood came back. She hesitated to sit next to the dark-haired young man. The closer she got, the more she felt a sense of oppression, as if she was disturbing a hunting beast.

Shan Wei, a bystander, watched Rose’s blood and host played “pen fairy”. Excluded, a flower idiot is not only uncomfortable, but also very popular-any game that requires physical contact is a hooligan.

I saw the two hanging their hands over the coffee table, with their hands crossed, the back of their hands facing inward, the palms facing outward, sandwiching the pen between their hands, and standing on paper. Among the pen fairy, the person sitting on the right is the main questioner, who is responsible for chanting the pen fairy and sending the pen fairy. Rose’s blood is on the right, and she cautiously reads the “pen immortal” formula: “Past and past lives, I am your life, if you want to continue with me, please draw circles on paper.”

Almost as soon as the voice fell, Shan Ziwei felt that the temperature in the living room had dropped suddenly by several degrees. There seemed to be a vague snicker in the void, and under the gaze of the three, the unmanned strokes moved spontaneously and a black circle was drawn on the white paper.

Here comes the pen fairy.

It can be seen from the taboo of “bixian” that although there is a “xian” in its title, it actually refers to those things that cannot be said. At this time, the pen cents they invited were most likely the family of three who died tragically. Shan Ziwei thought that, except for Mr. Wei who had already died with pearl milk tea, they may now be facing a wife, a child, or the fourth person he suspected-Agui.

Now let’s see how they learned the truth from Bi Xian.

Rose Blood was the first questioner to ask. As soon as she opened her lips, her expression changed. It’s not just her, all players have shifted their eyes and stared at the setting panel in the upper right corner of the field of vision.

[Set 9: You left the haunted house. 】

Mommy finally set the customs clearance! Sure enough, the horror decryption game escaped from the spiritual zone in the end. Shan Ziwei’s eyes are getting wet. Although the current situation is very serious, once this setting is out, he has already seen the hope of clearing the chessboard!

——I don’t know how to leave the haunted house of the already established world? Isn’t this the “pen fairy” of the encyclopedia!

Even Qiangwei’s blood put down her suspicion of Shan Ziwei, and the first question to Bi Xian was: “How can we leave Manda’s ancient house?”

In the eyes of everyone, the invisible pen fairy controls the pen, and draws four characters on white paper. The first two words were written in a stroke, but the last two words were written very quickly and hurriedly, as if they were afraid to disturb someone.

[Kill A Ghost]

The people present looked at those four words and looked different—well, now the question is back to the original point, who is Agui?

Shan Ziwei thought it was a hidden boss summoned by the children of the Wei family, Rose Blood thought it was Shan Ziwei, and now everything is given to the pen fairy who cannot lie.

According to the rules, it is the turn of the host to ask questions to Bi Xian. The dark-haired young man sat steadily in front of the coffee table, as if he did not notice the tension of the other two, and asked smoothly and dullly: “What are the other ways to leave the ancient house?”

Hearing about unexpected problems, Shan Wei shuddered. This was also a breakthrough point, and they had better not be limited to a way out.

However, when I heard the question from the host, the pen hung on the paper and did not move-Pen Xian did not answer.

This is intriguing. Is there no other way to leave the ancient house, or there is, but Bi Xian does not want to tell them.

The right to ask questions turned back to Rose Blood, and she felt that the host was a little bit superfluous. There was already a road ahead of them, and what they should do now was to clarify this road.

The girl thought for a moment, and inquired cautiously, “Are there any ‘A ghost’ in the three of us?”

I have to say that Rose Blood asked very well. She did not directly ask “Who is A Ghost”-Wan Yi Xian is A Ghost. This question undoubtedly violates the taboo of not being able to ask about the identity of Bi Xian. Therefore, Rose’s blood turned a corner and demonstrated her point in a roundabout way.

This time, Bi Xian didn’t answer, and answered quickly.

【Have】

After writing that word, Bi Xian didn’t stop, and added another line under the word “you”.

[Among you

There are ghosts

At the moment when the words on the paper were clearly seen, the list Wei was like an incredible one, shattered into a place.

“Yes” … How could it be “Yes”? “A ghost”-really one of them? And it’s—inner ghost?

Rose blood eyes flashed, she looked straight at the host around her. As long as the host asks again “Who is the ghost”, the dust can settle.

The host raised crow feather-like eyelashes, and turned his eyes around the dumb chicken Wei, and a little dangerous emotions appeared under his eyes.

He asked, “How do you kill ghosts here?”

Have you started discussing how to slap A ghost … wait! Suddenly Wei Shan found something wrong, the host just asked … how to kill, ghost?

[Kill the ghost …]

Bi Xian also got a stroke, and it seemed to find something wrong after writing a few words, but he couldn’t stop writing—under the rules, Bi Xian either did not answer or gave the correct answer, so in the face of such a disrespectful host, it also Can only continue to complete the answer.

[… upper body]

The last few words were so hard to see that they could feel the intangible anger of Bi Xian. Rose blood looked scared beside him, but the host did not violate any rules, and Bi Xian could not shoot at him.

After seeing the pen trembling madly, she calmed down, and Rose’s blood dropped her dangling heart. She was so fed up with the dark-haired youngsters that she didn’t follow the routine, and couldn’t wait to end the game.

Rose Blood directly throws out the most critical question: “Who is A Ghost?”

Who is Agui … Agui … Who … Who …

The girl’s crisp voice, like a drop of ink dripping into the darkness, stirred up layers of echo. There seemed to be something boiling in the darkness, as if there was an actor who longed for fame to practice thousands of times under the stage, and finally waited until the moment he came on stage. Shan Ziwei shuddered, and an indescribable maliciousness aimed at him. He was trembling, like abyss, walking on thin ice.

In the shaded living room, the paper spread on the coffee table was as white as mourning, with one person’s funeral written on it.

[A ghost stands here]

Time and space seem to be frozen into a silent paper-cut painting: the host sits, the rose blood sits, and Agui is among them. Wei, the only standing man, turned his eyes away from the paper. He met the girl’s “true” look. There was no panic or frustration in his head. Only the moment came, and the absurd sense of fate.

Ah … he turned out to be a ghost …

At this moment, Shan Ziwei even wanted to laugh a little. He remembered the “who was undercover” game he played before. The most common mistake he made was to believe that he wasn’t undercover, and then he was slammed by the truth.

Just like him now.

Shan Ziwei expressed dissatisfaction! He is just a cute 3rd grader. Why should he be given such a very bossy identity? Even if he is a ghost, why not enjoy the bonuses and advantages of becoming a boss? ? ? Haunted by the haunted house into a dog! This spicy chicken identity not only did not bring him any benefits, but made him face the pursuit of his companions.

The atmosphere became dangerous, and Rose’s blood opened her mouth to chant the mantra to send pen cents, but before the voice came out of the throat, the situation suddenly turned straight down.

“Do you want to die again?”

Already turning around and preparing to run, Shan Wei Wei was in place, and he turned his head stiffly, looking at the just-talking dark-haired young man with the equally incredible rose blood.

Did he just hallucinate? Shanzi Wei thought dullly, he actually heard that host was about to violate the taboo of “pen fairy” when he was about to finish the game?

In Rosary Blood’s horrified eyes, the pen controlled by Penxian began to tremble violently. It was like a runaway wild horse, madly running on white paper.

[Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey …]

The large and small words of “dead” covered the paper, and Rose’s blood exclaimed. She wanted to shake off the pen, but her hands seemed to be in contact with the extremely cold ice, and the belt was sticking to the pen flesh. When the last vacancy on the white paper was filled by “dead”, Rose Blood and the host uttered a muffled hum at the same time and fell on the coffee table.

Mr. Shan, who was watching the whole process, was at a loss: How did things … develop into this …?

In the past, Shan Ziwei just thought that the host was unfathomable. Now Shan Ziwei thinks that the host is a bottomless pit. No one can predict what that guy thinks. Don’t say that the host sacrifices himself to help him, the host he knows is not so helpful!

Before waiting for the list Wei to sort out his thoughts and hold up his body one step earlier than Rose Blood, he quickly grabbed the flower knife that fell to the ground before the ghost doll, and stabbed his hand toward Rose Blood’s neck.

Rosalyn’s blood rolls aside in exclamation, and Kankan avoids the point. She just rolled in front of the TV and hurriedly helped the TV to get up, but accidentally pressed the power-on button.

I saw a snowflake flash on the TV, and gradually condensed into a woman with a crooked neck. This is the first time they have seen “Mrs. Wei” so closely. Its head is recessed, and it is attached to the left shoulder at 90 degrees, like a large pea decoration.

Rose Blood stumbled to the side, “Mrs. Wei” stooped down and climbed out of the TV, just inserted in the area between the host and Rose Blood, preventing the host from chasing the girl.

Shan Ziwei stood at the entrance of the living room, staring at it all in horror. The rose blood that ran over grabbed his cuff and pulled him towards the kitchen.

“Run, he’s possessed by a ghost–” Rose said as he ran, “The man must be an inner ghost! Otherwise, we wouldn’t do such a thing. Let’s go to the kitchen to take weapons to defend ourselves”.

Dan Wei jumped in his heart, looking down at Qiangwei’s blood and pulling his cuff. The girl grasped very decently, being able to drag him without touching him and being impartial.

After rushing into the kitchen, Rose Blood released her hand. She pressed a bleeding neck and glanced at Shan Wei. “I remember there were mulberry and blade knives in the cabinet, and a martial arts knife on the stove. Let’s get the knives separately.”

Shan Ziwei looked at Qiangwei’s blood, “OK.”

Rose Blood quickly walked towards the stovetop, picked up the sword on the chopping board, and when she couldn’t help showing a smile, her heart suddenly became cold.

Rose Blood slowly bowed her head, and several iron skewers for barbecues strung from her heart to that.

The long-lost sense of death shrouded her, and the girl looked back at the white-haired young man behind her. The good-looking face had no expression.

“why?”

“You have too many flaws, Master Bixian.” Shan Ziwei couldn’t help sighing. “Only you who knows” Agui “and” Inner Ghost “can tell. Generally speaking, you see The conclusion you wrote must be ‘A ghost = inner ghost’-or are you intentionally misleading like this? “

“In addition, the timing of Mrs. Wei’s appearance is too clever. She seems to be here to help you. And in terms of Rose Blood’s personality, she will choose to kill Agui, so she will never cooperate with me, let alone Will run away and catch me. “

“Finally, the person you belong to did not practice‘ cooking ’, she would not understand the classification of those kitchen knives.”

Shan Ziwei stared directly into the girl’s eyes, seeing deep into her soul.

“I’ve answered you so much, sir pen sir, can you please answer me a question now-what is my relationship with you? So much that you want to put me to death?”

Recalling now, every sentence of Bi Xian is aimed at him, and he can’t wait to kill him as “A ghost”. Judging from previous writings, Bi Xian is not the “owner” of the message in the restaurant, nor is it Mrs. Wei, then only the children of the Wei family are left-how did he offend the children of the Wei family?

Hearing Shan Ziwei’s question, Rose Blood— “Pen Xian” smiled strangely. Regardless of the iron frame piercing the heart, he stepped forward and then turned back.

After the kebab was pulled out, a large amount of blood was sprayed out, and the eyes of rose blood instantly turned red. Shan Ziwei did not expect that the other party would do such a great job. He was caught by the counterattack **** the stove, and his neck was severely pinched.

“What’s the matter?” “Bixian” stared at him with red eyes. “You are too forgetful, Master.”

Master …? !! Shan Zi Wei’s brain exploded, and he instantly understood who he was and who it was. They always ignored a question: there was a servant’s diary, indicating that there were four people in the Wei family at that time. Where did the servants go last?

The newspaper reported the death of a family of three, but at this time, the servant died, and the young master (he) lived well.

“Just forget how you killed me … Yeah, you seem to have amnesia, are you scared too much? Really pitiful.” “Pen Xian”-the servant was holding Shan Ziwei’s neck, it seemed to feel itchy , Itching can not help but pull out his hand to scratch his neck. “Fortunately, you are back, giving me the opportunity to personally … tell you …”

With one hand out of control, Shan Ziwei felt a lot easier to breathe. He watched as the girl’s hand gripping the neck was getting stronger and harder, and the nails were covered with flesh.

The servant seemed to realize that it was running out of time, and his expression became very angry for a moment, and then full of pleasure.

“It doesn’t matter … although … you can’t do it yourself … but you will … come with me soon …”

Because the throat was cut out of the hole, it was harder to speak, like a vent pipe with a hole, which was ugly.

The girl opened her blood-red eyes and spit out **** words.

“That one … has been waiting for you for a long time and can’t wait … to enjoy you.” 2k novel reading network