I, the last yin-yang embroidery master

Xiaowen suddenly stopped and took a deep breath.

His eyes stared at Su Yu distractedly, as if he was begging for the truth.

"Master Su, do you say that a normal person would jump into the cement pile by himself?"

This sentence is extremely weird.

Would a normal person jump into a pile of cement on their own?

A different way of thinking is like asking again.

If it were a normal person, would it take the initiative to seek death?

After Su Yu was silent for two seconds, he shook his head and replied firmly.

"If you are a normal person, you will naturally not jump into the cement pile, because jumping into it is equivalent to seeking death. "

When Xiaowen heard Su Yu's answer, he suddenly laughed, and tears flashed in his eyes.

"Master Su, you're right, how could a normal person jump into the cement pile by himself. "

"My third roommate, as if he had been deluded by a ghost in the middle of the night, walked up to the cement pile on the construction site and jumped down. "

By the time she was rescued, she was covered in cement and she was no longer breathing. "

"She's dead, she's dead. "

"I know, I can't escape, I'm going to die too!"

"The next day, around my neck, a rope formed by black gas appeared, which was about to hang me. "

"I asked everyone around me, but none of them could see me, and they all said I was too anxious. "

But I could not see the look of avoidance and fear in their eyes towards me. "

"After all, all four people in the same dormitory have died, and I am the only one left. "

"This is bad luck, who would want to talk more than half a word to the dying person. "

Xiaowen's narration slowly stopped, and Su Yu touched his chin and thought carefully.

Judging from what Xiaowen said just now, this is just the result of the psychic pen immortal.

One of the most important processes seems to have been deliberately hidden.

Su Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, and continued to ask in a slightly sharp tone.

"Tell me, did anything weird happen when you were channeling?"

Xiaowen curled up in the corner of the sofa, his hands on his chest.

After carefully recalling it for a while, he spoke out again.

"At that time, it was twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, because the psychic pen immortals recorded had special requirements regardless of the place or environment. "

"So the four of us were in the empty classroom, without turning on any lights, just lighting a white candle. "

"The four of us crossed our hands and held a brush made of cat hair. "

"As for why I used cat hair, I still remember very clearly that the head of the house said this at the time. "

"Cats are supernatural, they can ward off evil spirits and attract ghosts, and they are best used for psychic. "

In this way, the four of us held the brush tightly and began to chant the incantation channel, calling softly. "

"Pen Fairy Pen Fairy, I am your past life, you are my present life, if you want to renew your relationship with me, please draw circles on the paper. "

When Su Yu heard this, his brows furrowed.

Just from the description just described in the article.

This immortal's psychic ritual turned out to be a little weird and creepy.

Xiaowen did not stop telling and continued to tell.

"At first, the brush that the four of us were holding did not move at all. "

Just as we were about to give up, the brush suddenly moved on its own and drew a circle on the white paper. "

"When such a strange situation suddenly happened, the four of us were surprised and panicked, and we didn't know what to do for a while. "

"In the end, it was our head of the dormitory, who was the first to ask how his past life was. "

"Just after asking, the brush, which had not been stained with ink at all, actually wrote on the paper on its own, and wrote exactly what our head asked. "

"After someone tried it, each of us asked. "

"Ask about marriage, ask about predecessors, ask about the present, and so on. "

"At first, nothing happened until a roommate asked... How will she die in this life?"

The brush paused abruptly, and a dark wind blew in the room, and two words were written on the paper—drowning. "

"We didn't know the seriousness of the problem at the time, and we asked one after another, and even I asked the question, how will I die in this life. "

The brush became heavier and heavier, and I wrote three words, six words, on the paper. "

"Yes. "

"Chop, suffocate, hang..."

After the question was over, we just took it as a joke and didn't pay attention to it at all, and were about to continue talking. "

The brush suddenly broke in two, the lit white candle was inexplicably extinguished, and the piece of paper on the table burned on its own. "

"When something so strange happened, we were already scared half to death. "

"I had no intention of continuing to play at all, so I left in a hurry. "

As a result, seven days later, the head of the house was thrown a kitchen knife from the sky. "

"Hack !! alive"

The rest of the process goes without saying.

The four people who originally participated in the pen fairy psychic are now only Xiaowen.

The other three are no longer alive, and they all died according to the method written by the pen fairy.

I don't need to say how weird it is.

Su Yu exhaled a long breath of turbid air and fell into deep thought.

As Xiaowen said just now, there are still problems and unreasonableness.

Indeed, it doesn't matter if you play the pen fairy, the disc fairy or the chopsticks fairy.

This kind of psychic spell is very taboo to ask one thing.

That is.

Ask yourself how you will die in the future.

Once asked, it will provoke evil spirits.

But herein lies the problem.

Because the so-called psychic pen fairy is not a real immortal, but some lonely souls and wild ghosts around.

No matter how vicious these lonely ghosts are.

I would never dare to kill three people like this.

One person is the limit.

As a lonely soul and a wild ghost, he was already disgusted by heaven and earth.

If they do harm again.

Damnation will be meted.

The soul is gone, but only in the blink of an eye.

There must be something hidden in this.

Su Yu no longer hesitated, the Yin and Yang Sky Eye opened, and looked carefully at Xiaowen.

All kinds of blessings and calamities, evil ghosts, are all displayed in Su Yu's eyes.

It's less than three seconds.

Su Yu withdrew his gaze.

pursed his lips, his eyes were sharp as an eagle, staring at Xiaowen and questioning.

"When you were playing Pen Fairy Psychic. "

"Is it four or !!five?"