My House of Horrors Chapter 79: Give you a chance to reorganize the language!

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There was a strange smell in the narrow girl ’s bedroom. The sheet fluttered gently where the flashlight could not reach, as if something had crawled out.

The raindrops hit the window frame. The weather outside the dormitory was mixed, but the inside of the dormitory was quiet and disturbing.

Hanging his arm over white paper, Chen Ge held the pen and tried to relax himself as much as possible.

After reading the spell calling for Pen Immortal, there was obviously an extra force on the back of his hand, as if gently held by the other hand, he could feel the cold coming from the other person ’s fingertips.

"Bianxianbixian, you are my past life, I am your life, if you want to come, draw circles on the paper."

Chen Ge once again pronounced the spell, and the feeling of coldness on the back of his hand became clearer, but what puzzled him was that the palm of his hand stood upright on the paper without drawing circles or doing other things.

"Won't Penxian come?"

The atmosphere in the room became more depressed, and the cold feeling on the back of the hand had spread to the arm.

"I always feel that there are several more people in the room." He focused, his pupils contracted slowly in the dark, maybe the pudendal pupils were working, he could vaguely see three shallow shadows standing on three different Each direction stretched out his hand and grabbed Chen Ge ’s palm.

"Three?" The heart twitched, Chen Ge blinked, and the scene he just saw disappeared instantly.

The invisible eyes do not mean that they have left. Chen Ge ’s palms seem to have reached into the ice water. He knows clearly that at least three other hands have grabbed the pen standing in the middle.

"At the same time, three" people "responded. Was it influenced by the Specter's Favored title?" As Chen Ge thought, the pen still on the paper shook without warning. The range is small, but he can feel it.

"Are you going to start?"

The light of the flashlight next to it seemed to be much darker. Under Chen Ge ’s gaze, the pen in his hand turned slowly.

The tip of the pen pressed against the white paper. The ball on the top of the refill rubbed against the paper, and a blood-red circle was quickly drawn.

My hand didn't move, but the pen drew something on the paper. Chen Ge stared at the pattern on the white paper and thought of the name of this Side Mission-The Pen Spirit Who Refused to Leave.

There are three taboos in the pen fairy game. One cannot ask the cause of death, the other cannot ask the lifespan, and the third must ask to go. Breaking any of them will have uncontrollable consequences.

Especially the third article is the most serious. Penxian is called. If he cannot be invited, he will stay with him until he occupies the game participant ’s body or kills the participant.

"Hopefully there will be no accidents." Chen Ge said quietly in his heart and put his eyes on the blank paper again.

End to end, a blood-red circle drawn in the center of the white paper.

"It seems that it has heard my voice and it is time for me to ask questions."

Chen Ge is only here to complete the task of the black phone. He does n’t want to do any weird attempts. In case he angers the other party, he is the one who suffers in the end.

"Successful call out of Bixian, this is also a rare opportunity." After a little thought, Chen Ge said the biggest doubt in his heart: "Bixian, Bixian, do you know where my parents went? "

Before doing the Nightmare Difficulty task-the bathtub game, the person Chen Ge most wanted to see was his parents, but he did not do what he wanted, but this at least shows that his parents were not dead, just disappeared.

Chen Ge really wanted to know the answer to this question, but what he did n’t think at all was that after he asked this question, the palm pen shivered slightly, and even a thin crack appeared on the pen barrel. .

This is not the same as the scenario he just imagined: "Is the question I asked so difficult?"

After two or three minutes, Chen Ge felt that the room seemed to be a little brighter. The pen in his hand started to turn again, and he drew a circle on the white paper.

"What do you mean? Have you skipped?" Chen Ge looked at the two circles on the white paper. roughly understands understood the meaning of the pen immortal. It was embarrassing. It didn't know the answer to this question.

"Bi Xian's reaction was very strange. It seems that the disappearance of my parents is not simple." Chen Ge was silent for a moment. Apart from this question, he really couldn't think of anything else to ask: "count Now, just ask one, and quickly end this Side Mission. "

The chill on his arms has spread to his shoulders. As the game progressed, Chen Ge felt that his half of his body was numb, and he could not control it.

"Then I change another question, Penxian, Penxian, can you tell me, who is my future wife?"

The tip of the pen quivered and the light of the flashlight flashed a few times, as if something was passing by, and the atmosphere in the room was tense again.

The window frame creaked, fine raindrops fell into the house, and the lightning cut the night sky. At a certain moment, four shadows were reflected on the wall.

The palm of my hand was empty, and the pen in Singer Chen moved again.

Blood red writing appeared on white paper, one stroke at a time, and soon the first word was finished.

"Xu? Is it Xu Wan?" Chen Ge was really curious this time. The pen in his hand didn't stop, and then the last stroke of the previous word began to write the next Chinese character.

When writing halfway, the ballpoint pen suddenly stopped moving.

"What's going on?"

Chen Ge looked at everything passively. He did n’t use force at all, but the palm pen began to tremble violently, and there were more and more cracks on it.

"Boo!"

There seem to be several different forces in the dark room, the ballpoint pen can't bear the pressure, and the upper end of the barrel is completely cracked.

Someone seemed to choose a compromise, and Chen Ge saw a very amazing scene.

The pen in his hand crossed the word "Xu" written before, and then wrote another name in the blank space next to it!

"Zhang ... Ya?"

The blood-red name was written on the white paper, and Chen Ge did not know what to say: "Bixian, are you sure you wanted to write this in the first place?"

There was no response, and the cold feeling on Chen Ge ’s arm disappeared: "Bi Xian, are you still there? Please draw a circle when you hear it."

The feeling of coldness subsided completely, and the room completely returned to normal. It seems that Penxian should leave without saying goodbye, but for the sake of safety, Chen Ge still recited the sentence according to the game requirements: "Bixian Penxian, you are my past life , This is your life, if you want to go, please go back. "

At the end of the game, Chen Ge stood up next to the chair. As soon as he let go, his ballpoint pen cracked and broke into several pieces, which looked very miserable.

"The pen fairy game I play with others seems to be different."

Chen Ge picked up the mobile phone next to him, and he was very surprised to find that the popularity of his live broadcast room had somehow exceeded 20,000, which was a new record for him.