Yang Yang chuckled: "It's not that good. There is a timid girl in our dormitory. She scared herself to tears, and then she fainted when she saw the pen."
"Hehehe, let's see who is the most timid among us today...".
"Humph, no matter who it is, it definitely won't be me...".
"Don't be so full of words yet. I'm thinking of rounding it off later, but it won't be that easy..."
After the initial nervousness, several women began to quarrel with each other again. While Jiang Zimo was chatting and laughing with them, he was thinking about the content of the page he just saw. Yes,
That page actually talks about how to summon spirits and communicate with the dead.
It's a pity that they all said they couldn't understand it or what it meant - Jiang Zimo thought with regret: Doesn't this thing also depend on talent? It's really weird!
According to the rules of inviting a pen master, several people went to the bathroom to wash their hands first. Chen Feiyan's right palm was slightly injured. Although it was wrapped, it was still inconvenient to write, so Jiang Zimo asked her to use her left hand instead.
After cleansing the hands, it was time to burn incense. This was quite simple. The servants brought in the incense sticks left over from the Chinese New Year to worship the gods. Jiang Zimo lit three of them and placed the incense burner directly to the west of the living room.
Then, he asked the servants to close all the doors and windows, and went down to rest.
Finally, the headlights were turned off, leaving only a newly lit candle on the coffee table. The four of them sat in a square shape around the coffee table. You looked at me and I looked at you, not knowing what would happen next.
Jiang Zimo began to recite those strange and difficult incantations silently in her heart, and then she soon felt a cool breeze slowly approaching from behind her.
coming!
The four girls all looked at each other. Years of friendship and tacit understanding made them hold each other's hands involuntarily.
According to the four directions of southeast, northwest, starting with Ying Bailu sitting in the east. At Jiang Zimo's signal, she held the pen with the back of her two hands, and then placed the pen end on the white paper.
"Bixian Bixian, you are my previous life, and I am your present life. If you are destined, please draw a circle on the paper...". This kind of words was read out in a slightly trembling voice on such a quiet night.
, it is inevitable that people will feel a chill in the back and a tight scalp.
Jiang Zimo glared at Ying Bailu and thought to herself that this guy is really strong on the outside but strong on the inside. She read these few sentences as if he were chanting sutras. So he cleared his throat and read to himself again: "Bixian Bixian, you are me
Your past life, I am your present life, if there is a fate...".
Before she finished speaking for the first time, she saw that the pen in Ying Bailu's hand had begun to tremble. Seeing this, everyone widened their eyes in horror, staring at the pen that was slowly sliding on the white paper.
Parker gold pen.
The golden pen tip was dipped in thick black ink, and while Ying Bailu maintained that posture tremblingly, it had already drawn a very standard circle on the white paper steadily!
Jiang Zimo breathed a huge sigh of relief. Based on her own intuition, she was sure that the soul summoned this time was an upright ghost.
After drawing a circle, it stopped there. After a while, it wrote on the white paper: Please ask me three questions.