Fantasy World Transmigration

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Dinner was at nine o'clock in the evening. Because of the falling out with Caroline and his wife, Nick had to go to the kitchen to make one or two sandwiches. He and Chen Ang sat on the small dining table in the room , Simply solve your own dinner.

The small dining table is not big, two people sit at both ends, and a mirror is placed in the middle, which takes up all the space!

Nick took a deep bite of the sandwich, swallowed it with a mouthful of pickle.

"I'm not going to ask you why you insist on putting a mirror on while we're eating." Nick bit a sandwich and said vaguely, "When are we going to watch the fun?"

"Ah!" Chen Ang raised his head, with a dazed look on his face.

Nick said speechlessly: "You asked me to install the mirror, don't say you forgot. I have hidden the mirror in all kinds of places that they will never expect, and it will be late at night soon. If there is really something in the mirror , then there is plenty of fun downstairs to watch!"

After Chen Ang finished eating, he wiped his hands on the napkin next to the table, and said, "Don't worry... In order to better understand the things in the mirror, let's play a few games first!"

Nick asked, "What game?"

"It's not popular in the United States, but in Asia, our occult culture is very popular to communicate with the dead...not the communication of psychics on your side, the United States is more trusting of professionals, while in Asia, we usually do it ourselves Invite a few friends to come and explore the secrets of ghosts and gods... In this regard, we are full of adventurous spirit, commonly known as——to die!"

"This time, let's play a game that is especially popular in the East Asian cultural circle!" Chen Ang took out a piece of paper and a pen, and put them on the table.

"Pen Fairy!"

"Pen Fairy?" Nick repeated the English translation of "Pen Fairy", completely unaware of what is so scary about elves. In European and American cultural circles, elves refer to mischievous creatures like Peter Pan.

"Necromantic divination!" Chen Ang changed to another translator.

"The rules are like this. Generally speaking, some cumbersome rituals are required before the game, such as preparing tributes, calling undead, and attaching to this pen, but because the undead we need to call this time are very active For this reason, these rituals are unnecessary."

"Now, we write two words on paper, yes and no, and after the divination is released, we hold the pen together and ask the question, where the pen tip moves,

It is the answer given by the dead spirit. "Chen Ang wrote two words on the paper, then held the pen with one hand, and placed the pen tip in the middle of the paper.

"That's right!" Chen Ang took a black cloth, covered his hands, and said, "I temporarily improved the game, during the game, our hand holding the pen will be covered under a black cloth. "

"Weird East Asian divination game!" Nick muttered.

But he still stretched out a hand and held the pen with Chen Ang. The atmosphere was suddenly a little awkward. The two were silent for a moment, and Nick asked, "Has this situation been considered in your game?"

Chen Ang's expression was a little strange: "This game is usually played by little girls in school. The creators of the game don't seem to have considered the size of black hands. Just hold the pen holder with two fingers!"

After Chen Ang finished speaking, he changed his index finger and middle finger to bend and pinch the lower end of the penholder, and Nick pinched the upper end with his thumb and index finger sideways. At this moment, a cold, slender hand suddenly came up and grabbed the middle end of the penholder. Chen Ang He and Nick watched as the end of the black cloth near the mirror began to bulge.

It was as if the person in the mirror stretched out a hand and inserted it.

"I think we can start divination now!" Nick cleared his throat and said, "I want to know, does the Holy Shield know where the fifth seal is?"

As soon as the words fell, the pen holder was as motionless as a mountain, and the hand didn't seem to have any intention of moving the pen holder.

But after a while, the tip of the pen began to move slowly, and Nick felt a force that pulled the tip of the pen to the no position.

Nick suddenly slapped his right hand hard, stood up, and said angrily, "It's you who are moving the nib of the pen, I see you are exerting force! This divination game is a scam..."

Chen Ang also slapped the table, stood up as well, and said loudly: "Because you need to ask a question it knows, idiot!"

Nick's anger continued: "What I need is an answer to a question I don't know. If it can't even answer this, then it's a ghost divination. What use do I need it for?"

"It's just a necromancer, don't ask it such a question that the Supreme Mage can't see the answer with the time stone! You are so awesome, why don't you ask the omniscient and omnipotent God?" Chen Ang said: "It only knows when What happened in this house, don't embarrass others, okay?"

Nick just sat down, continued to cover the black cloth, and asked, "Are you the one who was killed by a wizard?"

As soon as the words fell, the hand began to use a little force, pulling the nib of the pen in one direction, but Nick did not hold the pen, and with force in his hand, the pen holder seemed to be rooted, and it was pulled and stayed in place. That hand tugged twice, but found that it couldn't be pulled, so he began to pull the pen holder even harder.

Now the strength it uses is far beyond that of an ordinary big man.

However, Nick has a lot of strength, and the brute force transformed by the infinite formula can't hold two tons. He squeezed it tightly, no matter how his hand is pulled, the tip of the pen will not move.

Chen Ang couldn't stand it anymore, he looked up at Nick and said, "Are you in a tug-of-war?"

"Give me some respect for the pen fairy...it's about to cry!"

Only then did Nick let go, and moved the nib of the pen to the yes position with that hand, and he replied sincerely: "I just want to test its power... Although these dead spirits have no entity, they are very powerful , is equivalent to a well-trained boxer. And a heavyweight boxer... the kind of big macho!"

Chen Ang sighed helplessly. He took out a small box from behind, and took out a armor part with an engine from it——the kind Stark often used with jet propellers in his palms, with small Compensation engine gloves.

"The battle suit parts for Miss Potts!" Chen Ang explained to Nick: "I just took it with me, and I'm going to take it to the Spear for overhaul!"

Chen Ang put on the mecha gloves, pinched the pen holder, and made an inviting gesture to Nick: "Come on, continue!"

"Is the Caroline couple in this house the wizard who killed you?" Nick continued to ask.

This time under the threat of Chen Ang holding the mecha glove, Nick did not hold the pen holder again, but he started to use the electric shock bracelet produced by SHIELD to discharge the electric shock with high voltage to shock the hand. There was a rattling sound on the barrel of the drawn pen, and the dazzling electric current of Zizz radiated from the tip of the pen—it was like a Tesla coil reaction.

Chen Ang had to use a counter current to shock Nick into convulsions.

Seeing that the pen stayed in the yes position again, Nick got up from under the table and said, "It's not afraid of electricity! It's probably right No response to energy attacks."

Ask again: "Those two wizards are the black servants who used to serve the banker?"

Chen Ang wore Edman alloy gloves and watched the high-energy laser pass by his hand. The shell of Edman alloy and vibrating gold alloy was buzzing with sparks, and the black cloth had been cut with holes by the laser. , Nick's five fingertips carried a small laser generator, and his right hand held the sunglasses hanging on the bridge of his nose.

"It's also immune to laser damage...so why don't they come out during the day?"

Nick looked a little dignified.

If that kind of thing is invisible and qualityless, it won’t be physically damaged (Nick just confirmed it with a knife), it won’t be damaged by electric current, and it’s not afraid of lasers, then most of the technological means won’t work on it. And that thing has power comparable to that of a Hercules, can directly interfere with reality with physical means, and has a certain degree of wisdom. If it has some special means, then it will be a very difficult type of enemy.

"From a scientific point of view... yes, daytime only means the side of the earth that can receive sunlight, but from a mystical point of view...daytime is not that simple, it has some special meaning." Chen Ang said.

"Three elements of occultism—timing, symbol, and ritual."

"For some volitional witchcraft and magic, symbols in the conceptual sense are very important. What they need is a metaphysical concept formed subjectively above the material. It is the product of human consciousness reflecting reality, and it is some elements of information science. , some...concepts!"

"Yes, they can't come out during the day because most people are afraid of the dark, because when human genes spread, they memorized some fear of nocturnal predators in their genes, and those humans who feared the dark survived. The gene of fear of the dark they carry has also been passed down."

"So, compared to the night, people think that the day is safer!"

"Light and fire give them a sense of security."

"So we have the concept of safety during the day, and human consciousness endows it with the meaning of safety, so it can protect us when we face something!"

Nick said: "But it gives a lot to the concept of protection and safety. I just tried it with a cross. It is not afraid of the cross at all..."

Chen Ang replied: "The 'spirit' formed by different cultural concepts has different ways to deal with it, just like that sentence says... Believe it, you have it, don't believe it, you don't. Salt can drive away evil spirits, Japan believes in Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and China uses cinnabar to restrain ghosts."

"A ghost born of a culture can only be dealt with with concepts specific to that culture."

"Use a foreign sacred object to drive away the evil in this country. Use a foreigner's sword to kill the officials of this dynasty. How can there be such a reason?"

"If you want to know why the ghosts here can't be expelled with Catholic holy objects, then you have to ask how those wizards created these ghosts?"

Chen Ang turned his head and asked Bixian, "Do you want to take revenge?"

The pen that no one was holding stood upright on the paper, and under the control of an invisible force, the tip of the pen slowly moved to "yes".

Chen Ang asked Nick to take a step first, and he grabbed the pen and came to the door of the room. With his back to the room, he threw the pen backwards, and there was silence behind him.

Chen Ang smiled and walked downstairs.

Nick was waiting for him in front, and when he heard Chen Ang's footsteps, he was held down by Chen Ang just as he was about to turn around. Chen Ang said in a low voice: "Don't look back! Go forward... to meet our two great wizards ... have to tell them... their good friend came to see them!"

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