The three of them looked at each other with expressions on their faces, and finally Guo Qiao spoke cautiously,
"Lin... Mr. Lin, your position was occupied by Chen Qiang. Now he is dead. It is said that the person who died because of Bixian cannot just sit in his position anymore, otherwise... otherwise..."
"I know, but that result is what I want. I saw their family of three on the side street before..."
"ah?!"
The faces of the three people suddenly turned pale.
"Don't...don't be joking, they are already dead, how could you..."
As soon as Chu Hui finished speaking, he seemed to remember my profession, and then said timidly:
"Did you really see that?"
"Yes, they are holding each other's hands, their faces are bloody..."
"Stop talking, I...I believe it."
I took a deep breath and said seriously:
"Bi Xian, you should all be very professional, but today I am the leader, so I will ask the questions. Also, no matter what you see or hear, your buttocks must sit firmly on the chair, and no one can speak.
, if anyone speaks or stands up from the chair, I can't guarantee whether you can continue to live, do you understand?!"
The three of them nodded solemnly.
Seeing that the time was almost up, I spread the red cloth on the table and pressed the big white paper I had written on it. Then I got up and turned off the light in the private room. The room suddenly fell into darkness. I lit four incense candles and separated them.
The four corners standing on the table...
The gurgling candlelight was reflected back and forth by the four mirrors, forming countless candles, which continued to extend into the mirrors, causing the private room to light up with a faint light.
I sat back on the chair, took out a long cinnabar pen, put the pen tip down in the middle of the white paper on the table, grabbed the position closest to the pen tip with my hand, then looked at the three of them and said:
"Get ready..."
The three of them hesitated for a moment, but in the end they stretched out their hands cautiously. The four of us crossed our hands in pairs to hold the pen. Before I could take the next step, the pen began to tremble.
"Don't be nervous, just like you usually do when you invite a pen fairy!"
I said calmly.
"Go to hell! What are you afraid of? Even ghosts are afraid of evil people!!! I'm not afraid anyway!"
Lao Xue cursed loudly, and I looked at him helplessly. Often the ones who scream the loudest are the most timid. However, under his scolding, Guo Qiao and Chu Hui finally got better.
When I saw that the pen holder finally stopped trembling, I whispered:
"Bi Xian...Bi Xian...I am your current life, and you are my past life. If you want to renew your relationship with me, please draw a circle on the paper..."
"..."
I read it three times in a row, and then I was so shocked that I stared at the tip of the pen...
Ten seconds passed...
Twenty seconds passed...
Thirty seconds…
We waited for a few minutes, but the tip of Zhu Sha's pen still didn't move at all. I frowned, took out a Hidden Qi Talisman with my other hand and stuffed it into my stomach, and silently recited the spell several times in my heart.
Then read it again:
"Bi Xian...Bi Xian...I am your current life, and you are my past life. If you want to renew your relationship with me, please draw a circle on the paper..."
"puff…"
Just as we finished reciting the incantation, the candles at the four corners of the table suddenly flickered and went out. The room was suddenly swallowed up by darkness. Before we could react, there was a "pop" sound and the candles lit up again!
The difference is that the candlelight at this time has turned into a faint green. Under the reflection of the four mirrors, the whole room is glowing with a dense green, and the faces of the four of us have also turned dark green. For a moment, it seems that
After arriving from the Yang world to the underworld, the four living people seemed to have turned into dead people!
The temperature in the room dropped suddenly!
Everyone looked at each other, their expressions became extremely ugly, and at this moment, the pen we held together began to move...
"rustle…"
The tip of the pen uncontrollably drew a red circle on the blank space of the white paper.
"Coming!"
My heart moved, I tightened my grip on the pen, and asked:
"Where was my previous life..."
The pen tip paused for a moment, and then slowly moved to the top of the white paper. There were five words "Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing" written on the top of the white paper, but the pen tip did not stop on any of the words.
Next to the word "Qing", write the word "Xian" in a zigzag manner.
I pursed my lips slightly, then glanced at Guo Qiao and the others, and under the nervous gazes of the three, I asked the most taboo question when inviting a pen master!
"How... did you die?"
As soon as the words came out, the expressions of the three people suddenly changed, and they all looked at me in horror!
It's just that under the green light, it's hard to see whether their expressions have changed, especially Lao Xue, whose eyebrows and beard all stood up, as if he was about to stand up.
I stared at him fiercely, wanting to tell him with my eyes, sit down!
But the old guy still stood up slowly. My heart sank. Just as I was about to speak, I suddenly found that Old Xue opened his mouth wide and slowly sat back on the chair. Guo Qiao and Chu Hui also widened their eyes.
Looking behind me with a horrified face...
I suddenly realized something and slowly raised my head to look at the mirror opposite. When I saw it, I took a breath of air!
I saw three people standing behind me in the mirror. They were wearing white clothes and white trousers, holding hands and standing behind me. One of them, a man and a woman, lowered their heads and looked down at me with white eyes, and the child
He was standing next to my chair and staring up at me.
The three members of the family all had expressionless faces and were frighteningly calm...
"Low...Low..."
There were sounds of teeth clashing. I looked down and saw that Guo Qiao, Chu Hui, and Lao Xue were staring at the pens in their hands with frightened expressions. Their whole bodies were trembling uncontrollably. No one dared to look in my direction.
…
I took a deep breath, held the pen tightly, and asked again:
"How...how did you die?"
As soon as the words fell, the three of them slowly let go of their hands, walked slowly around the table, and held their own hands on the pen holder. For a moment, I felt like my hands were holding a piece of ice.
, a bone-deep chill penetrated my body along the palms of my hands.
But even though they were holding the pen, the eyes of the family of three were still staring at me, as if they were afraid that I would run away.
At this moment, the pen moved again and slowly drew a few words at the bottom of the white paper...
