In an old house.

Dark and silent.

The girl's corpse on the ground next to her had a ferocious expression, and she could not rest in peace.

A man wearing an old-fashioned military coat sat at the table, lying on his back with a pencil, his arm straightened, and the tip of the pen pressed against the white paper on the table.

Behind this man, a pale figure covered in black air stood motionless, and no one could clearly see its appearance.

"It should be played like this. Your wrists and elbows can't touch the table. There seems to be some kind of spell, but I forgot... let's make do." Lin Mo said to himself.

He remembered that it is best to play this game with your eyes closed.

At this moment, he closed his eyes and muttered: "Bixian, Bixian, are you here?"

wait.

Except for Lin Mo's voice, the room was eerily silent.

Just when Lin Mo thought nothing would happen, suddenly, Lin Mo felt a cold hand holding the pen in his hand without any warning.

My fingers were frozen to the point of losing all feeling.

Lin Mo immediately opened his eyes.

There was a figure on the empty chair opposite.

It was a girl wearing a dirty school uniform. Her head was lowered, her long hair was hanging down, her face could not be seen clearly, and her body was full of resentment and malice.

Blood was dripping down the corners of his clothes.

The ground has been dyed red.

Instantly, a feeling of extreme danger came over him. Lin Mo could feel the malice of this evil spirit, which wanted to kill all living people.

Playing the pen fairy game is actually very dangerous.

Because the thing you attract is likely to be some kind of terrifying evil spirit. If you encounter a reasonable evil spirit, you will be fine, but if you encounter an unreasonable one, you can only consider yourself unlucky.

Obviously, the one in front of me is unreasonable.

Lin Mo didn't even ask a question before he started writing.

The pencil moved.

This evil spirit was so powerful that Lin Mo's hand began to write on the paper uncontrollably.

die!

You will die!

Every word is laced with malice.

Lin Mo secretly thought that something was wrong. The words written with this pencil would probably become some kind of terrifying curse. Just like the poor girl before, he strangled her alive according to the 'method of death' written on it.

Own.

The lessons learned are lying nearby and cannot be ignored.

No one can guarantee how the death written on the paper will be realized.

What if the death method written on it will definitely be realized?

Lin Mo would definitely not want to be cursed for no reason.

But his strength was obviously no match for the evil spirit opposite him.

The tip of the pen slowly writes words on the paper.

you

meeting

quilt

hang

…

Lin Mo watched these words being written, he knew what the last word was.

It must be the word 'death'.

The girl just now was strangled to death, and I was hanged.

He definitely couldn't let the other party write the last word, so Lin Mo resisted with all his might.

When an ordinary person encounters this kind of situation, his hands and feet would definitely be so frightened that he would be at the mercy of others. But at this moment, Lin Mo was not only wrestling with the evil spirits with all his strength, but he also prepared a backup plan.

He planned to use his other hand to pull the paper away from the table.

No paper, let me see how you write.

I was so anxious that I even overturned the table for you.

Despite Lin Mo's efforts to stop him, half of the word "death" was still written.

Can't wait any longer.

Lin Mo was about to take action, but at this moment, something no one expected happened.

A pale arm suddenly stretched out from Lin Mo's back and held it in Bi Xian's hand opposite.

Lin Mo was stunned.

The evil pen fairy opposite was also startled.

Lin Mo could clearly feel the opponent's hand shaking.

The scene at this moment was that Lin Mo was holding the pen, and the pen fairy evil spirit opposite was holding his hand, and the pale ghost behind Lin Mo also stretched out his hand and held it in the evil spirit's hand.

Three pillars of power?

Such unexpected situations are not common.

Lin Mo stopped preparing to take out the paper.

He planned to wait and see what happens. As long as the last word "die" is not written, it should not be a curse or a real curse, so he doesn't have to be afraid.

Now it's time for the pale ghost to start wrestling with the evil pen fairy.

In the house, some pots and pans began to shake, and some fell directly to the ground and were smashed to pieces. There were some strange noises and continuous sounds, like whispers and curses.

Both of these two were much more powerful than Lin Mo, and Lin Mo could feel that the pale ghost's power seemed to be greater.

The evil spirit of the pen fairy was suppressed.

Lin Mo also took advantage of this moment to quickly analyze the current situation.

He probably knew why the pale ghost wanted to suddenly intervene.

This is not because the other party is kindly trying to help him.

On the contrary, the person who wants to kill himself the most right now is probably this pale ghost.

Lin Mo could feel that after trying to lure him back countless times to no avail, the pale ghost became angry, and the anger and hatred generated could be clearly felt.

Perhaps it was for this reason that the pale ghost did not want to die in the hands of others.

It wants to let itself die according to the way it dies.

Just like the prey that is targeted by a lion, it must not be snatched away by a maned dog.

The current situation was still very dangerous, but it was also because of this that Lin Mo saw an opportunity.

He stretched out his left hand like lightning and pulled out the paper on the table, then stood up and kicked the table over with his kick.

There was a loud bang.

The weird noises in the house disappeared instantly.

The two ghosts also retracted their hands at the same time.

The pale ghost shadow stopped and was motionless now.

The evil pen fairy on the opposite side disappeared instantly without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

But Lin Mo knew that the other party did not leave, but hid it in the pencil in his hand.

Normal people would definitely never dare to play Bixian again after encountering what just happened, but Lin Mo was obviously different from normal people.

Mainly because he really had questions to ask.

He rearranged the table that had fallen on the floor, then took another piece of letter paper from the side and placed it on it.

After sitting down, Lin Mo stretched out his arm to hold the pen and put the pen tip against the paper.

"Bixian, Bixian, it was just a small misunderstanding. Let's come back again."

"..."

Waited for a while.

No movement.
To be continued...