I don't know how to tell fortunes with tarot cards, so I just watched the man in the sweatshirt shuffle the cards, turn over the top cards in order, and put them on the table.

According to my shallow impression, this kind of fortune-telling is either arranged in triangles, pentagrams, hexagons, or in one row or two rows. But the man in the sweatshirt seems to be playing solitaire, one card is buckled on top of another, and so there are three columns, a total of nine.

He flicked his tongue and, with a touch of his hand, pressed it on the card in the middle, drew it out, and turned it over.

To my surprise, there was supposed to be only one card, but the card he drew was followed by a Grim Reaper card. It's just that the suit of this card is not the same as the one on the table, and at first glance it is known that it is two decks of cards.

Some of the people around were surprised, some were surprised, and some blurted out directly, asking how the man in the sweatshirt did it.

My first reaction was magic. When the man in the sweatshirt shuffled and flopped, he may have done something to make this card clip in.

Obviously, this group of people did not suspect that the man in the sweatshirt was doing anything wrong, and they all asked about the supernatural. It is also said that there is a ghost who stuffed a card, and some say that the man in the sweatshirt has special abilities.

That's when I learned that the nickname of the man in the sweatshirt in the group was soothsayer. Except for such a nickname with a strong atmosphere in the middle and second pretends, he did not say his real name.

The divination poem ignored the inquiries of the people around him, and said calmly: "Since you have chosen the god of death, let's stand up for yourself." ”

The onlookers didn't react, just looked at each other.

The fat man said, "There doesn't seem to be death among us, right?" ”

"I remember there was a guy in the group called Death. He didn't come today. The other interjected.

The group was talking.

I heard the divination poem snort coldly, "My divination only can't be divined, and there is nothing wrong." Hurry up and stand up for yourselves. ”

Naturally, some people are not convinced.

Just as they were about to argue, the Rapunzel reached out and grabbed the neck of a man standing on the periphery, her voice clearly overpowering the others.

"Alright, that's it."

The others turned around, unaware of why they watched the scene.

My gaze lingered on the man.

The man was honest and honest, with thick glassed eyes and meticulously combed hair, and he looked like a serious person. In this group of people, he is not too prominent. At least compared to the fat man who looked to weigh more than 200 pounds and the eye-catching long-haired woman, he was as featureless as everyone else, without the gloom of the man in the sweatshirt, nor the cheerfulness and liveliness of Mo Xiaoling.

The man pushed his glasses, stammered in surprise, and pointed to himself, "Me? ”

"yes. Don't pretend, I smell it. The long-haired woman wrinkled her nose.

The man didn't seem to understand the situation, and he was surrounded by beautiful women, so he was dizzy and participated in this pen fairy game.

The soothsayer and Mo Xiaoling didn't stop it, Jin Shanshan just looked at it curiously, and the others muttered a few words, and they had nothing to say.

I looked at the Rapunzel and frowned.

That man had the ghost aura that Wu Ling said. I hadn't noticed it at first, but it was Rapunzel who singled him out, and I looked twice before I realized it.

Four people sat in four directions. Compared with most people of this age, they have a "special ability", that is, they know the direction of the southeast and northwest very well.

The angle of the house is not in the positive direction. When they sat down, they shifted slightly.

Jin Shanshan was corrected by the long-haired woman and sat down carefully.

The A4 paper was placed in the middle of them, and they all knelt on the ground, leaning forward, holding the ordinary pen. The way they held their hands, they also tangled one side, so that each other could hold the pen.

Others gathered behind them. Someone muttered, "Since there are only four people, you can use tables and chairs." ”

With that, a group of people came back to their senses, dragged the tables and chairs back, and put up their posture again.

This whole thing doesn't seem very reliable, but because of the ghost aura on the man, the ability of the long-haired woman, Mo Xiaoling's ability, and Jin Shanshan's special experience, the future of this pen fairy game is uncertain.

After the four people held the pen, Mo Xiaoling first confirmed the game process.

"The mantra is 'Pen Fairy Pen Fairy, please come out. Could you please answer my question. You know it all, right? ”

"Not really. The version I've heard is 'I am your present life, you are my past life'. Someone in the crowd said.

"When I played, I said, 'Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, if you are here, please answer.'" Another said.

They talk nonsense, and there is no conclusion.

The four of them remained motionless.

I suddenly felt a cloud of yin qi around these four people. The yin aura enveloped the hands of the four people and the pens they held in their hands.

All four of them were expressionless, staring at the pen in a daze.

Crunch crunch –

The grinding sound quieted the people around him.

The pen moved, cut through the paper, poked it on the wooden table, and carved the handwriting on it. One stroke at a time, it was obviously a black pen, but after the pen was put down, it became red.

Someone gasped, someone covered their mouths, their eyes widened and they couldn't take their eyes off it, and others had already shrunk back. Of course, there are also people who get excited.

I saw that Jin Shanshan's face was empty, and her eyes were empty. The long-haired goddess was serious, and Mo Xiaoling's eyes were shining. And the man, there was a cold sweat running down his head.

Someone couldn't restrain himself and asked, "What is he going to write?" ”

Immediately someone held him down.

The long-haired woman's eyes squinted, glanced at the man, frowned again, and turned her gaze to Jin Shanshan.

I found that the yin qi was not evenly distributed among the four people, but was biased towards the man. The back of the man's hand was bruised. It was as if he wanted to pull out his pen, but he couldn't, and he couldn't resist the strength of the other three women. But if you look closely, they have adjusted their posture for a long time just now, and the man's fingers are not completely suppressed, but his hand is glued to the pen.

The words that the ghost was going to write were clear by this time, and everyone could guess it.

"Dead ......" was pronounced by one person.

Crunch crunch –

The tip of the pen had carved a deep mark on the wooden table, and the hook of the last stroke of the word "death" was drawn by the ghost very long.

With a snap, the barrel of the pen broke, and all four of them collapsed and let go.

Jin Shanshan rolled her eyes and fell directly to the ground.

The long-haired woman and Mo Xiaoling were okay, but the man also seemed to be out of strength, and the whole person was unstoppable.

The others blew up the pot and shouted noisily, what the hell is going on.

A woman's sharp voice came out, "It's really invited, or are you acting?" ”

This sentence made the room quiet.

Everyone else looked at the woman with strange eyes.

"What do you mean?" Mo Xiaoling's face was cold, and her eyes were very gloomy when she looked at the woman.

"I, I am...... You obviously didn't chant the incantation, how could you ......" The woman panicked.

"If you don't believe it, forget it. The Tao is different, and they do not conspire with each other. Let's go. Mo Xiaoling said.

The soothsayer took out his phone, operated it, and waved his hand, "I've kicked you off." Get out of here. ”

The woman blushed and scolded: "I think you are a liar!" Let's go! ”

She turned and walked away without a pause.

The door slammed shut, and the room fell silent again.

"So what's going on here? What the hell is please, and this 'dead' ......" The fat man looked thoughtful.

"You recruited it, didn't you?" The long-haired woman crossed her legs and looked at the man, "The person you killed turned into a ghost and found him." ”

The people around looked at each other.

"Sister Hei, don't talk nonsense. How could I possibly kill someone? The man squeezed out a smile.

The fat man hesitated, "Speaking of which...... When you joined the group, you kept asking for ways to exorcise ghosts......"

"That's what I'm interested in." The man said.

The fat man stopped squeaking.

"Admit it as you like or not." The long-haired woman bent down and woke Jin Shanshan up.

Jin Shanshan was still confused, saw the traces on the table, and was startled, "This is...... What the hell does that mean? ”

"It has nothing to do with your cousin. Recruited other ghosts. The long-haired woman said, "Tomorrow there will be another person, and we will do it again." ”

Jin Shanshan was confused and looked left and right.

The meeting broke up.

Jin Shanshan and another girl live in Minqing, and the others live in two rooms on this floor. The two of them said goodbye and left, and when there was no one, the girl told Jin Shanshan what happened when she passed out in that suppressed excitement tone.

"Unexpectedly, there is a murderer among us. There's a ghost haunting him! The girl couldn't help but turn her head to look up at the tall building.

I also looked at it.

The yin energy just now dissipated when the pen barrel was broken. Merely......

I squinted, and suddenly felt the change in the yin qi upstairs.

A dark shadow fell from above.

Jin Shanshan and the others didn't react, and stood stunned in place, until there was a bang, and the person fell heavily in front of them, blood splashing on their uppers.

Ears were the girl's screams and the panicked questions of the security guards in the building, and in front of me was a corpse with a broken head and a ghost riding on the corpse. The ghost was a middle-aged man, revealing a hideous mouth to the body below him.

I saw the man's soul float out of the corpse and be swallowed by the ghost.

For a moment, I felt a chill down my spine, and subconsciously looked up, and vaguely saw a bright red figure on the balcony on the fourteenth floor flashing away. When I looked down again, the ghost was gone.

(End of chapter)