Something strange is coming? Fortunately, I am the King of Hell of the Tenth Palace

In a blink of an eye, it was 12 o'clock in the evening.

Inside the company's office building.

A programmer was sitting in the lounge, looking a little uneasy.

He is another survivor of the Pen Game.

At this time, he looked at his phone anxiously and murmured: Why haven't you come yet? Didn't you say that you have found someone who can help us? Do you want to meet at the company at 12 o'clock tonight?

Tap tap tap...

At this moment, a burst of footsteps sounded.

In such a silent environment, the sudden sound of footsteps was terrifying.

The programmer was startled and stared outside the lounge.

Crunch...

The door was pushed open.

A young man walked in. He was about twenty years old, with short black hair and three-dimensional facial features. His wrist was wrapped with a hemp rope. The hemp rope was so bright red that it seemed to be stained with blood, which added a bit of horror to people. .

His name is Shen Jian and he is a master.

Cai Minmin walked out from behind and introduced.

Hello, hello, I have long admired the name of the master. The programmer echoed, no matter whether he is a master or not, the one who is willing to believe in them at this time is his savior.

Because of this incident, they can hardly stay in the company anymore.

If this continues, sooner or later, heart failure will occur.

Shen Jian nodded.

Glancing at the two of them, the programmer's yin energy was heavier.

Is this marking the target?

Without some of the restrictions of horror games, Weird is indeed freer.

Is this an example? Or is there a strange recovery happening around the world?

Shen Jian was thoughtful.

He said, Have you brought all the props?

Bring it. Cai Minmin nodded and took out pencils, white paper, candles and other props.

Programmer:? ? !

Wait, what are you planning to do?

The programmer was confused and his voice became much sharper.

Shen Jian said strangely: Can't you see? You are playing the pen fairy game.

! ! !

The programmer is speechless.

Who asked this question?

What I'm asking is how dare you still play.

Aren't you afraid of death?

That's a ghost.

Brother, I know you are a master, but does this kind of ghost-catching matter have to be left to a more professional master?

The programmer is about to cry.

He already had a shadow of these things.

That's me, wait a minute.

Shen Jian thought for a while and took out a card from his arms.

The programmer took a look and said, Feng Shui master?

Wrong, it's this one.

Shen Jian handed over another one.

Certified by Longhu Mountain, gold medal master of catching tricks?

You can rest assured now.

Programmer:......

I'm even more worried.

I bet you are just a little card master.

While talking, Cai Minmin had already laid out the props.

Shen Jian looked at the hesitant programmer and said calmly: You have to think clearly. The yin energy in you has exceeded the limit. At most, you will end up like the first two people by tomorrow night.

The programmer's face turned even paler.

After much hesitation, I decided to continue playing.

Because he had noticed something abnormal in his body.

As the candles were lit, three figures emerged from the darkness.

Under the flickering lights, their faces looked a little scary.

Bixian, Bixian...

The two began to chant silently according to the content of the ceremony.

Shen Jian stood aside, watching with an old look.

It's not that he doesn't want to play by himself, it's just that he can't play.

No matter how he is, he is still the Lord of the Underworld and the King of Hell of the Ten Palaces. He summons the Pen Immortal. Does the Pen Immortal dare to come out?

Uh-huh!

Vaguely, a gust of wind blew by.

The candle flame was shaking violently, as if it might go out at any moment.

Their voices stopped abruptly.

coming!

The pen fairy is here!

The two of them were horrified and completely panicked.

I don’t know ghosts and gods, but I pretend they don’t exist.

Once known, fear will be infinitely magnified.

All disturbances will make them suspicious.

Master, what should we do now?

Cai Minmin said in panic.

Haven't you all played before? Ask questions.

Shen Jian was a little puzzled.

According to the rules of the Bixian game, you need to ask three questions related to Bixian before you can ask yourself.

I...we don't dare.

The two of them trembled.

Because the two people who died before were the ones who asked Bixian questions one after another.

Forget it, I'll do it.

Shen Jian curled his lips. He had never experienced a thriller game and his psychological quality was only at the level of ordinary people. He really couldn't think of them as reliable.

Shen Jian looked at the pencil and asked casually:

Bixian, have you paid off your mortgage?

In an instant, the whole place fell into dead silence.

The two of them opened their mouths wide, feeling how tricky and vicious this question was.

So vicious.

This question simply goes deep into the soul.

A critical hit on them.

They didn't know whether Bi Xian reacted, but they felt like an arrow had been hit in their chests at that moment.

Swish, swish, swish...

At this time, the pencil also stood up from the table and slowly drew a question mark on the white paper.

?

I'm just a ghost, you ask me if I've paid off my mortgage?

Is this normal?

You seem to have that serious illness.

However, Shen Jian didn't care about this, he continued to output:

Have you paid off your car loan?

Have you purchased life accident insurance?

“Have you saved enough for your pension?”

Have your children signed up for tutoring classes?

Each torture comes from the soul, hitting the depths of the soul.

Bixian was completely confused.

The erected pencil began to shake violently.

To get out of the hands of two people.

The originally weak candle flame was extinguished instantly.

The two of them wanted to cry but had no tears.

It's over, it's over.

This immortal capital is so violent.

Click!

At a certain moment, the pencil held by the two men broke.

Broken in two.

In the darkness, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared.

Dressed in red, with disheveled hair, he stood quietly on the table with a broken pen.

It has no legs and is floating there like a ghost.

Ahhhhh!

The two people, who were already frightened, went blank at this moment, and then screamed repeatedly.

Ghost, ghost.

The two squatted in the corner, too frightened to raise their heads.

That is really the pen fairy, a ghost.

Who is not afraid?

Oh, Master is not afraid.

He stood quietly, admiring the pen fairy.

Hey, the master moved.

He walked towards Bixian.

The programmer swallowed.

He finally plucked up the courage and said, Master, that's tricky and dangerous.

Shen Jian clicked his tongue and praised: You are still too young. You don't know how good a pen artist is when you are young, and you mistake a girl for a treasure.

Come, raise your head and let me see how it looks.

Shen Jian said as he walked.

Grandmaster! Please take away your magical powers and stop irritating her, otherwise none of us will be able to escape.

The programmer is already paralyzed.

Are you really brave enough to take maternity leave?

Even ghosts dare to tease them, and they will cry.

Bixian:?

She raised a question mark again.

Who exactly has the problem here?

Why isn't this human afraid of her?

Bi Xian was confused.

Forget it if you're not afraid of her, why can't she control this human being?

No.

Don't come over.

Bixian retreated and wanted to escape.

However, Shen Jian forcefully pinched his mouth and lifted it up, revealing a pretty face that was overly aggrieved and sad.

The beauty in red is a ghost.

Excellent image, congratulations on passing.

Shen Jian let go of Bixian and smiled.

Then he took out an exquisite blood-stained red dress from his body.

That is also a trick.

Ghost skirt.

It will be randomly worn on a nearby person and revived.

Shen Jian originally planned to give it to Sadako, but Sadako was not suitable for such colorful clothes.

Miss Mary didn't need a set dress either.

After much thought, Shen Jian decided to put it on Bixian.

This will be a combination of two tricks.

Perhaps it should be said that it is completing the puzzle and forming the ghost body.

It must be controlled by one party before it ends.

Come, take off this one and put on the new clothes I specially prepared for you.

Shen Jian spoke softly.

The blood-stained ghost skirt struggled in his hands, trying to revive.

Bixian:......

Don't come over.

Programmer:! ! !

I'm super, are you playing so perverted?

Where is the morality? Where is the bottom line? Where is the dignity? Where to invest? Where are the tickets?