Weird And Hard To Kill? Sorry, I'm The Real Immortal

"How should I ask?" Fang Xiu asked while holding a pen.

"Hold the pen, put the tip of the pen against the white paper, draw circles, chant spells, pen fairy, pen fairy, you are my past life, I am your present life, after that you will feel a cold hand holding your hand hands, and then you can ask." Yang Ming explained.

Fang Xiu nodded, then took the pen and tapped it on the white paper, and began to draw a circle.

"Pen Xian Bi Xian, you are my past life, and I am your present life."

As the process was completed, a cold breath suddenly spread from the pen.

Suddenly, Fang Xiu's circle-drawing hand stopped suddenly. He didn't stop it voluntarily, but a cold hand grasped his hand.

It was a woman's hand, very cold, like a corpse, and invisible from sight, like a ghost.

All the spirit masters present here naturally sensed the cold aura, and their expressions became a little unnatural.

The horror level of this pen fairy is not low.

Fortunately, it has its own set of rules, it is not killing people on a large scale, otherwise it will cause great harm.

"You can ask now." Yang Ming reminded.

Fang Xiu didn't answer, but asked Bixian directly: "What is the strange truth of this world?"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of Yang Ming and others changed drastically.

"Fang Xiu! What are you asking?!"

"Are you crazy! You can't afford the price of this kind of problem!"

Fang Xiu ignored the crowd, but stared at the pen in his hand very calmly.

Suddenly, the pen moved!

Like crazy, it led Fang Xiu's hand to quickly scribble on the white paper.

rustle.......

The range of movements became bigger and bigger, the white paper was directly scratched, and even the table was scratched.

The cold atmosphere in the conference room suddenly increased.

"ah!!!"

A shrill female voice roared out from the pen, it was deafening!

Everyone covered their ears tightly at this moment, their faces were ferocious, and the veins on their faces were bulging. Even Wang Dehai, an ordinary person, bled to death on the spot.

Fang Xiu, who was the first to bear the brunt, frowned.

Can't answer? Still afraid to answer?

next moment.

boom!

There was a loud bang.

Fang Xiu's whole body exploded on the spot, and blood and flesh sprayed all over the walls of the meeting.

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"Pen Xian Bi Xian, you are my past life, and I am your present life."

"Why can I revert to death?"

boom!

Fang Xiu exploded again.

 …

"Pen Xian Bi Xian, you are my past life, and I am your present life."

"Why am I the only one who can see the weirdness in the whole world?"

boom.......

"Who wrote the blood on the ceiling?"

boom.......

"How can I kill my wife?"

boom.......

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"Pen Xian Bi Xian, you are my past life, and I am your present life."

The cold air reappeared, and a cold woman grasped Fang Xiu's hand.

"You can ask now." Yang Mingru reminded as before.

Fang Xiu, who had died several times, already knew that, with the level of terror of the pen fairy, he couldn't answer those secrets at all, or dare not answer them.

The result of forced interrogation is that Bixian will fall into madness, and he will die.

This also shows from the side that the questions I asked are too deep to grasp at present.

"Where can I find the real body of Nightmare?" Fang Xiu asked calmly.

This time, the pen fairy did not go crazy, but held Fang Xiu's hand and began to write on the white paper.

Of course, in the eyes of everyone, they only saw Fang Xiu holding a pen and writing something.

Soon, a few black words were written on the white paper.

[temple]

Seeing these two words, everyone was taken aback.

Yang Ming even scolded directly: "Is this magic pen a bad pen? There are dozens of temples in Luteng City, who knows what it is talking about?"

Fang Xiu frowned slightly, he didn't expect this pen fairy to be a damned riddler.

Just as he was about to continue asking which temple it was, the price came.

He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Looking down, he suddenly found that there was a big hole in his chest, as if something invisible was eating his chest.

His intestines, kidneys, heart and other organs gradually reduced to nothingness.

Consciousness then blurred, and the exclamation of the crowd could be faintly heard in the ears, but the voice became farther and farther away and more blurred.

As he was dying, Fang Xiu thought that his luck was really not ordinary, maybe it was because Yang Ming was by his side.

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Fang Xiu, who returned the file again, chose to directly ask which temple it was, and this time he finally got the most accurate answer.

Putuo Temple.

But this time the price was the disappearance of the head.

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"Wang Ju, don't forget that my ability is luck. If I ask, maybe the price is just a hair of my dick."

Yang Ming said with a big grin, and then picked up the pen to write circles on the white paper.

At this time, a calm voice sounded: "No need to ask, the real body of Nightmare is in Putuo Temple."

Everyone was taken aback, followed the sound and found that it was Fang Xiu who spoke.

"How do you know that Mengmai is in Putuo Temple?" Yang Ming asked in a daze.

This is not asked yet, how come the answer comes out first.

Under everyone's gaze, Fang Xiu said calmly, "Don't forget that my ability is perception, and I have already perceived it."

As soon as this statement came out, only Wang Dehai, Yang Ming and other insiders understood Fang Xiu's meaning.

What perception is clearly foreseen.

Yang Ming also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although his ability is lucky and he has a lot of hole cards to support him, no one is willing to gamble his life with the pen fairy.

If the pen fairy's ability is really so easy to use, then it will not be sealed in the box of the steel of mind.

"Since you have already sensed it, Yang Ming, you don't need to ask any more." Wang Dehai said.

Listening to Wang Dehai's words, those imperial spirit masters who didn't know Fang Xiu felt incredible.

Why is it such a child's play?

The Putuo Temple is tens of kilometers away from the Investigation Bureau. What kind of immortal perception does it take to perceive such a distance?

A folk spirit master said directly: "Director Wang, do you know how far Putuo Temple is from here? He is a first-level spirit master who perceives nightmares with his head?"

Wang Dehai said in a deep voice: "Fang Xiu is a special perception department spirit master. His perception is different from the traditional sense. Since he perceives it, it must be true."

The folk spirit master wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Yang Ming directly: "What you have to do now is not to question, but to unconditionally trust the investigation bureau and Fang Xiu, we will not take our lives to joke with you .”

After all, it was Yang Ming, the only Tier 3 imperial spirit master in Lvteng City, who spoke with more weight. He immediately suppressed all doubting voices as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Fang Xiu, since you have sensed that Nightmare's real body is in Putuo Temple, what should we do next?" Yang Ming asked.

Everyone was even more surprised and looked at Fang Xiu frequently.

They never thought that Yang Ming, the director and team leader of the Investigation Bureau, trusted Fang Xiu so much.

Not only do you unconditionally trust the other party's perception, but now you even have to ask him how to act.