I don't understand the fortune-telling method of tarot cards. I just look at the man in the sweatshirt who washed the cards and turned the top cards over in order and placed them on the table.

According to my shallow impression, this fortune telling is either arranged in a triangle, a five-pointed star, a hexagon, or a row or two rows. But the man in the sweatshirt seems to be playing a dragon, one card is tied to another card, and there are three columns, a total of nine cards.

He flicked his tongue, pressed his hand, pressed it on the card in the middle, pulled it out, and turned it over.

What surprised me was that there should have been only one card, but the card he drew was posted, which was a death card. However, the color of the card was different from the one on the table, and you can tell at a glance that it was two cards.

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

My first reaction was magic. The man in the sweatshirt might have done something to get the card in when he shuffled and flipped the card.

Obviously, this group of people did not suspect that the men in the sweatshirt were tampered with each other, and they all asked the supernatural. They also said that some ghosts stuffed a card, and some said that the men in the sweatshirt had special abilities.

Only then did I realize that the nickname of the man in the sweatshirt in the group was the fortune teller. Apart from such a nickname with a strong aura at the second-middle school, he had never mentioned 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, then stand up by yourself."

The onlookers did not respond, just looked at each other.

The fat man said, "It seems that there is no death among us, right?"

"I remember someone in the group called Death. He didn't come today." Another person interrupted.

The group of people were talking.

I heard the divination poem snorting coldly, "I only divination that cannot be divined, and there is no mistake. You guys stand up quickly."

If you say this, naturally some people are not convinced.

Just as the quarrel was about to start, the long-haired woman reached out and hooked the neck of a man standing on the periphery, and her voice clearly overwhelmed the others.

"Okay, that's all."

Others looked back, and they didn't understand, so they watched this scene.

My eyes stayed on the man.

The man was honest and honest, with his eyes with thick lenses, and his hair was meticulously combed. He looked like a serious and serious person. Among this group of people, he was not too prominent. At least compared to the fat man who looked more than 200 pounds and the long-haired woman who was shiny, he was as unique as others, without the gloom of a sweatshirt man, nor the joyful and lively as Mo Xiaoling.

The man pushed his glasses, stuttering in surprise, and pointed at himself, "Me?"

"Yes. Stop pretending, I smelled it." The long-haired woman wrinkled her nose.

The man seemed to have not figured out the situation and was dizzy when he was surrounded by a beautiful woman. He participated in this Pen Xian game.

Neither the fortune teller nor Mo Xiaoling stopped him. Jin Shanshan just looked at him curiously, and the others just muttered a few words and said nothing.

I looked at the long-haired girl and frowned.

The man had the ghostly aura that Wu Ling said. I didn't notice it at first, but the long-haired woman picked him out. I looked at it for a few more times before I realized this.

The four people sat in four directions. Compared with most people of this age, they have a "special ability" that is, they are very clear about the directions of the southeast, west and north.

The angle of the house is not the positive direction. When they sit down, they are slightly offset.

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

The A4 paper was placed in the middle of them, and they were all kneeling on the ground, leaning forward, holding the very ordinary water pen. They were still struggling with each other's way of holding the pen.

Others surrounded them. Someone muttered: "Since there are only four people, you can use tables and chairs."

After saying this, a group of people came to their senses, dragged the tables and chairs back, and put on a new posture.

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

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

"The spell is 'Bianxian, please come out. Please answer my question.', do you know it?"

"No. The version I heard was 'I am your present life, you are my past life'." Someone onlookers said.

"When I played, I said, 'Bixian, if you are here, please answer.'." Another person said.

They talked all over the place and had no conclusion.

The four people remained motionless.

I suddenly felt a mass of yin energy appearing with these four people as the center. The mass of yin energy enveloped the hands of the four people and the pen they held.

All four of them had no expression on their faces and stared at the pen in a daze.

Crunch-

The friction sounds calm the people around you.

The pen moved, directly scratched the paper, poked it on the wooden table, and carved the handwriting on it. Every stroke was clearly a black water pen, but after the pen was finished, it turned red.

Some people breathed in, some covered their mouths, widened their eyes, and some people were already shrank back. Of course, some people became excited.

I saw that Jin Shanshan's face was empty and her eyes were empty. The long-haired goddess looked serious, and Mo Xiaoling's eyes were shining. And the man had cold sweats on her head.

Someone couldn't help but ask, "What do he want to write?"

He was immediately held down.

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

I found that the yin energy was not evenly distributed among the four people, but was biased towards the man. The man's veins bulged up. He seemed to want to pull out the pen, but he could not do it and could not resist the strength of the other three women. But after looking closely, they had adjusted their posture for a long time, but the man's fingers were not completely pressed, but his hand was stuck to the pen.

The words that the ghost was about to write had become clear by this time and everyone could guess.

"Die..." a man read it out.

Crunch-

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

With a bang, the pen holder broke and the four of them let go as if they were exhausted.

Jin Shanshan rolled her eyes and fell to the ground.

The long-haired girl and Mo Xiaoling were fine, but the man seemed to be exhausted and was completely out of control.

The others were in a panic and noisy, what was going on?

A woman's sharp voice came out, "I'm really invited, are you still acting?"

This sentence calms the room.

Everyone else looked at the woman with weird eyes.

"What do you mean?" Mo Xiaoling turned cold and looked at the woman with a gloomy look.

"I, I am... you obviously didn't chant the mantra, why..." The woman was panicked.

"If you don't believe it, forget it. The way is different, don't make plans. You go." Mo Xiaoling said.

The fortune teller took out his cell phone, operated it, and waved his hand, "You have already kicked off. Get out of here."

The woman blushed and cursed: "I think you are just lying! Let's go!"

She turned around and left without a pause.

The door closed and the room became quiet again.

"Then, what's going on with this? What the hell did you ask for? And this 'death'..." The fat man looked thoughtful.

"You recruited it?" The long-haired woman raised her legs and looked at the man, "The person you killed has turned into a ghost and found him."

People around him looked at each other.

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

The fat man hesitated and said, "Speaking of it... When you entered the group, you kept asking about the way to exorcise ghosts..."

"I'm just interested in this," the man said.

The fat man stopped talking.

"Whatever you want to admit it or not." The long-haired woman bent down and woke up Jin Shanshan.

Jin Shanshan was still confused. When she saw the traces on the table, she was startled, "What does this mean...that ghost?"

"It has nothing to do with your cousin's affairs. I've attracted other ghosts." said the long-haired woman, "I'll change someone tomorrow, and I'll do it again."

Jin Shanshan was confused and looked around.

The party ended unhappily.

Jin Shanshan and another girl live in Minqing, while the others live in two houses on this floor. The two of them said goodbye and left. After no one was left, the girl talked to Jin Shanshan in that kind of suppressed excitement and told Jin Shanshan what happened when she fainted.

"I didn't expect that there was a murderer among us and a ghost who had been pestering him!" The girl couldn't help but turn her head to look up at the tall building.

I looked over, too.

The Yin Qi just now dissipated when the pen holder was broken. But...

I narrowed my eyes and suddenly felt the change of the yin energy upstairs.

A black shadow fell from above.

Neither Jin Shanshan nor hersed, stood there stupidly until a bang, the man fell heavily in front of them, and blood splashed on their uppers.

In my ears were the screams of the girl and the panicked questions from the security guard in the building. In front of me was a corpse with a broken head and a ghost riding on the corpse. The ghost looked like a middle-aged man, revealing a hideous mouth towards the body beneath him.

I saw that the man's soul floated out of the body just now and was swallowed by a ghost.
Chapter completed!