Rules-based ghost talk game

On the linen sheets, Chen An and Miao Luoying sat cross-legged. They were not too far apart, but Chen An could still smell the fragrance of the shower gel on Miao Luoying's body.

"Chen An, do you want to ask me about divination or knowledge about the spiritual world?" Miao Luoying had a slight smile on her lips, and her voice was elegant and smart.

Chen An nodded, then realized something, sighed slightly in his heart, and then said: "Beautiful lady, you are really a prophet who can predict the future."

Miao Luoying covered her mouth and said with a smile: "What else can I do besides this?"

Chen An blinked his eyes and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Miao Luoying coughed softly, and her tone suddenly became serious.

"Chen An, Brother Scar told you that we are in the dark world now, right?" she asked.

Chen Andao: "Yes, I know this."

Miao Luoying hummed, and then her attitude became serious.

"Actually, here, we don't need to consider the real world you were in before, well, because I have never been in contact with that world.

Regardless of the field of weirdness or occultism, the concept of the real world does not exist. We are now in the dark world related to weirdness, and in addition to the dark world, what we can come into contact with in this world is the spiritual world."

Miao Luoying said slowly, not wanting Chen An to miss any word.

"Spiritual world?" Chen An repeated, um... I've probably heard of it, Miss Xiaohua mentioned it before when she introduced the sealed artifact.

"Yes, the spirit world." Miao Luoying crossed her fingers on her hands and said piously: "As the real world in the field of mysticism, the spirit world is located above the dark world and blends with the dark world. It may be in the dark world.

It existed before, or maybe it existed after the emergence of the dark world, but no matter what, the spiritual world is the source of our spiritual power."

"Spirituality?"

"You can understand it as a kind of spiritual power. Everyone has spirituality when they are born, but this spirituality will gradually dissipate with the devouring of grains, the pollution of the dirty air outside, the deterioration of the mind, etc.

There are also some people who are naturally spiritually powerful. In your reality, well, I saw in ancient books that they are called psychics."

Chen An nodded slightly, so that was it.

"Not to mention those who are born with rich spirituality, after the player becomes a mutant, in the confrontation with the strange source of matter, the cells of the body will produce a certain 'atavism' phenomenon. At the weird level, the spirituality has already

Return to baby level.

And when you fight against the madness and negative influence brought about by the strange source of matter, including the role of the medium, it actually amplifies spirituality.

Spirituality also means that you can exert some of the power of the source before completely absorbing the source."

As Miao Luoying talked, Chen An listened very seriously like a primary school student who didn't understand anything.

After the explanation, Chen An followed Miao Luoying's guidance and began to meditate.

In his mind, he seemed to see groups of colorful spots. It was an illusory and real world, a wonderful and magical world.

...

He practiced until the evening, repeating the two steps of "listening to lectures" and "practicing" back and forth.

It wasn't until Chen An heard the knock on the door that he suddenly realized that it was already dark.

He expressed his gratitude to Miao Luoying, then got out of bed, put on his slippers, and opened the door.

Facing me, Ding Ping suddenly had a frightened face!

Ding Ping screamed and pointed at Chen An with a trembling hand. After a few seconds, her cheeks turned slightly red. She put her hands on her hips and said with a little anger: "Did you do it on purpose? Did you do it on purpose?"

on purpose!"

Hearing Ding Ping's words, Chen An, who was wearing a plastic clown mask, smiled slightly on his face under the mask.

At this moment, he felt a subtle touch in his body. It was a very wonderful feeling. It was very obvious and certain that the essence of [Joker] was absorbed by him a little bit.

Although not much is absorbed, it does happen.

Chen An took off his mask with a smile, he was in a good mood.

"Don't worry, beautiful lady, I'm just trying to play the role of a 'clown'." Chen An's lips curved up and he said with a hint of teasing.

Ding Ping blinked her eyes and sighed helplessly: "Your reasons are impeccable, sir."

She bit the last two words a little harder.

...

After going downstairs, Xue Yuer, who was wearing a black and white lace maid outfit, barefoot and wearing furry slippers, had already set the table.

"Master, welcome to dine!" Her little face was filled with a bright smile.

Chen An is also somewhat used to it. Since it can't be changed, just enjoy it.

"It doesn't look like you prepared dinner," Chen An said.

Sitting down together with Miao Luoying who came down from behind, Chen An glanced at the table, which contained a pot of potato soup, some roasted potatoes drizzled with butter, and a small plate of green vegetable leaves drizzled with brown sauce.

Xue Yuer's malicious eyes were a little rippling. She looked at Chen An with wide eyes, raised her hands, and said: "Master, I have been working very hard to learn cooking skills."

Ding Ping also walked over at this time, holding a plate of delicately cut ham slices in her hand.

"Sister Yin Qiaoxian has been studying with me all night. She worked very hard." Ding Ping smiled sweetly, rubbed Yin Qiaoxian's doll head, and touched her rabbit earrings curiously.

"Okay, I just didn't expect you to be such a good cook." Chen An took a bite of the sweet baked potatoes and filled up a bowl of rich potato soup. He praised: "I thought the eldest lady would never touch Yang Chun Dew with her hands."

Of."

Ding Ping spat lightly, rolled her eyes at him, and said, "Sir, you know how much messed up knowledge I had put into my head by my father."

Everyone was eating and chatting, talking about information about the soft capital that each other might not know.

Boom, boom, boom!

Halfway through the meal, Chen An suddenly heard a knock on the door.

He put down the spoon and opened the door with some confusion.

Who will come to visit him at this time? Brother Scar?

"Dear Ann, my old friend, thank God you are alive today."

Hearing this voice with an old British accent, Chen An knew that the person coming was his unlucky neighbor.

"Dear Allen, maybe visiting so late is not the style of a gentleman." Chen An twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a smile.

A gentle smile appeared on Alan Moretti's face with two beautiful mustaches. He took off the gentleman's hat on his head, bowed slightly, and swung the golden cane in his hand slightly.

"Dear Ann, I'm sorry for my presumptuous visit. It's just that I just received a surprising news. Please tolerate my rudeness, but I really want to share this news with you as soon as possible." Allen told

With.

However, Chen An discovered that Allen's eyes had been looking into his room.

Sure enough, his target is not himself, this person is really not a gay.

But this... is even more hateful!

I knew that as a neighbor, how could Alan Moretti not know that three women lived in his house!

Oh no, it's two women and a girl.

"Oh, dear Allen, what kind of news is it? I hope it's surprising enough, otherwise, I will kick your ass hard with my boots." Chen An raised his eyebrows in a weird tone.

road.

Alan's face still maintained a gentle smile, and he slowly took out a black card from his back.

Chen An blinked and looked over.

It was a black card with a hot gold pattern that looked exquisite, about thirty centimeters wide and twenty centimeters high.

"What is this?" Chen An asked.

Allen stretched the card towards Chen An and said: "This is an invitation from the black market. Dear An, it's unbelievable that there is a black market in the outer city of Soft City. I only heard about it before, but God bless

, I received two invitation letters randomly distributed by them!"

Allen's right hand holding the invitation letter raised two fingers, and the mustache on his face was fluttering.

The invitation letter from the black market... Chen An's eyes narrowed slightly, and his heart felt a little solemn.

This may be organized by the mutants from the outer city, no, it may also be people from the inner city. In short... you can tell from the name that this is definitely not an official channel.

Is this a "hidden rule" stipulated by the soft capital? Chen An felt a little worried.

"This may be dangerous, and what's the cost?" Chen An looked at Allen with serious eyes and asked softly.

Allen shook his head, with a soft smile on his face showing an indifferent expression.

"Dear Ann, this is my gift to you as a neighbor. Of course, there are risks in this, but I think the risk is not high and it is worth a try. Well, the black market will open at eight o'clock tomorrow night, the address is above.

I will go with you at eight o'clock tomorrow evening.

On the other hand, dear Ann, you might be able to disguise yourself by putting on a hood, hiding your face, or wearing a mask."

"Thank you, dear Allen, we will see you tomorrow night." Chen An's face was filled with a smile. He took the invitation and said politely: "I don't know if you have had dinner. We are having dinner, you can come together.

Eat something.”

Allen's face showed some surprise, and he quickly said: "I still..."

As soon as two words came out of his words, Chen An immediately spoke.

"What, you've already eaten, that's a pity." Chen An's face showed regret, and he quickly said: "Praise God, thank you again, we will see you tomorrow night."

After saying that, he closed the door with a bang.

"Little Chen An." Ding Ping's voice sounded. She raised her head and looked at Chen An in confusion: "It must be that damn Allen. I remember his voice. When I passed by next door recently, he always spoke through

The window looked at me, which made me feel like there were ants crawling on my body!

What does this pervert want from you?"

Chen Any raised the invitation letter in his hand, repeated what Allen said, and then opened the invitation letter. Inside was gilded writing, which probably meant congratulations on being invited to participate in the black market transaction. The address was in the lower right corner, and each address was marked.

Things will change every time, but this time it’s only for tomorrow night.

"Are you planning to go?" Ding Ping said thoughtfully: "I think it's worth going, but it may be dangerous. Are we going to protect you?"

Chen An thought for a moment, shook his head, and said: "The organizers of the black market definitely don't want this situation to happen. In that case, maybe they will be scared or I will be turned away. Well, I will take my

The two rabbits, you don’t have to worry.”

The Smiling Rabbit has fully recovered, and the Crying Rabbit has also become a grotesque [Monster]. I am a [Clown] myself, and I still have "Sealed Artifact 4-131 'Emotional Pocket'" in my hand.

Although she was still a little worried, Chen An felt it was worth a try.

"Let me do some divination for you."

Miao Luoying suddenly said.

"That couldn't be better." A smile appeared on Chen An's face.

Yes, there is also the "divineer" Miao Luoying.

After dinner, Chen An came to Miao Luoying's room. After Miao Luoying performed a ritual that Chen An couldn't understand, Miao Luoying slowly pulled out a tarot card.

"Upright, Moon." Miao Luoying said gently.

Chen An scratched his head: "What is the meaning?"

"There is no danger." Miao Luoying said: "I can't guarantee that my divination will be 100% successful, but there is a high probability that it will be accurate. You may encounter danger, but the outcome will be good."

"That's okay." Chen An nodded.