"Death Pen Fairy?"

Bixian is Bixian, do you add a death prefix?

Is it scary?

Su Fu looked at the four words bleeding from the old door panel with expressionless expression, frowned.

With a creaking sound, he pushed open the door and stepped directly into it.

The picture in front of me was immediately distorted.

...

Opening his eyes, Su Fu found that he was in an abandoned and dilapidated classroom.

Unlike the nightmare before, Su Fu is not the only one in this nightmare.

There were two men and three women in the classroom, a total of five people.

These five people were wearing school uniforms and looked like students.

The two boys are thin and weak, wearing black-framed glasses, and look quite gentle.

As for the three girls, they look ordinary and have no characteristics.

Su Fu stood up, and the five people did not seem to have unexpectedly appeared Su Fu suddenly, as if Su Fu was taking it for granted.

The two boys cleaned the surface of the shabby desk and spread a piece of paper. The paper was very large and covered the entire desktop.

Su Fu looked coldly, and there was no doubt that these five people were planning to play the Penxian game.

Bixian is a folk divination technique, a variant of witchcraft and spirit writing in ancient China. It is true or not, and it is false.

Many people who are dying like to try it.

The five people quickly packed up everything, and it was obvious that they came prepared.

There was a thick white candle on the table.

As the candlelight swayed, the candle wax began to drip down to both sides...

A girl greeted Su Fu over, and six people sat around the table.

Outside the classroom, the sky was getting darker.

The cold wind is blowing.

In the old classroom, the disrepaired windows were blown by the wind, making a "crunching" sound.

The door at the classroom door was open, and white papers spread in from the door and spread to the six people.

A ballpoint pen was held by five people. Su Fu hesitated for a moment, raised his hand, and also held the ballpoint pen.

Su Fu's hand touched a girl's warm skin, and the girl opposite him smiled shyly at Su Fu.

But...that smile seemed a little cold under the flames of the white candles.

"Let's start, I heard that people have died in this abandoned school. Playing with Pen Fairy here may really work!"

A boy said.

Several people nodded.

Su Fu was very calm and followed the rhythm of several people.

Six hands, holding a ballpoint pen.

Just this dim candlelight quietly closed her eyes...

"Bixian, Bixian, you are my past life, I am your present life. If you want to renew your relationship with me, please draw a circle on the paper..."

The six people recited in unison.

Su Fu was no exception, and he followed with his eyes closed. If he wanted to know how to break the barrier, he had to know what would happen next.

Death... Pen Xian.

I'm afraid that it's not easy to invite it away if I'm invited.

The six people's voices became quieter and softer.

The night outside the window is cold and cold.

Outside the door, a rustling cold wind blew.

However, the white paper spread on the ground was not blown away.

Smack...

It's like a sticky thing stepping on it.

A bright red footprint suddenly appeared on the white paper.

The footprints spread along the white paper.

It spread to the position where six people sat.

The white candle was burning uneasyly, suddenly...

The fire pounded, and the originally golden fire buzzed... turned into a green flame.

When Su Fu recited it to the end, he found that the surroundings were silent and stopped reciting...

He felt his hands getting ice getting ice, as if he was holding on to ice.

Want to break free, but can't break free...

The biting chill spread into his body, causing his qi and blood to run incorrectly.

wrong!

This deadly silence made Su Fu suddenly open his eyes.

The faint green light is like a ball of ghost fire, burning quietly.

Su Fu looked around with expressionless face...

Five people, two men and three women... there was a huge hole on the forehead, and the hole... it seemed to be poked out with a ballpoint pen in my hand!

Blood flowed out of it.

The five people were cold, rolling their eyes and staring at Su Fu, under the illumination of the green flames...

Very cunning.

suddenly.

Su Fu's body stiffened.

Behind his neck...

A pair of pale and blood-free hands slowly emerged and stroked his face.

That kind of caress...is not gentle, there is a bit of cold ice that slides on the face.

There was wind blowing in my ears.

The female voice, hoarse as a dagger, slashed on the ceramic tiles, slowly rang out.

"You ask...three questions. If I... answer any question correctly... you... die."

Bixian said gloomyly.

Su Fu was stunned.

Is there any such operation?

Now that you are a ghost... are you all so arbitrary?

Su Fu struggled to hold the pen hand, but the five corpses... were held tightly, making it impossible for him to break free.

Su Fu was not very nervous and glanced at the corner of his mouth.

"Then let's play..."

The words fell.

Su Fu's hand holding the ballpoint pen began to move uncontrollably...

Crunch...crunch...

The words "life" and "death" are written on the paper.

The ballpoint pen lingers between the two characters, rubbing against the paper.

Su Fu knew that Bixian was waiting for him to talk about the problem.

Legend has it that the Pen Immortal knows everything... So, this is obviously a routine.

If he asks a normal question, he will die regardless of it.

Because...is this a mortal situation?

Su Fu was pondering.
To be continued...