"Hanged to death? She also hanged to death?" Looking at these three dazzling words, Lin Anran couldn't help but feel frightened, and she couldn't help but let go of the hand holding the pen.
"Hey, why did you let go again?" Although Li Mengqi was also surprised, she still held the pen in her hand tightly because she had heard that you should not let go of the pen before sending the pen fairy away, otherwise there would be terrible consequences.
something happened!
Although I don’t know whether this is true or false, everyone who plays Bixian still abides by it.
"Bi Xian, thank you for answering my question. We will stop here tonight. Goodbye." After saying this, the pen in her hand quickly moved out of the red paper, and then Li Mengqi let go of the pen in her hand.
She couldn't help but said angrily: "Lin Anran, why did you release the pen in advance? You didn't know that this would..."
Before Li Mengqi finished speaking, Lin Anran felt as if he had lost his soul and kept chanting: "It's terrible, it's terrible..."
"Hey, Lin Anran, what's wrong with you?" Li Mengqi quickly waved her hand in front of Lin Anran's eyes.
"Mengqi, don't you think this is too weird?" Lin Anran looked around suspiciously, always feeling that there was something unclean in the room looking at them.
"That's too much?" Li Mengqi didn't think so.
Lin Anran leaned close to Li Mengqi's ear and whispered: "You said how could it be possible to play twice and hang yourself both times? Don't you think it's a little weird?"
"Weird?" Hearing what Lin Anran said, Li Mengqi really felt a little strange. She played the Bixian game either because she believed in Bixian, or because she didn't believe it, so she always played it.
But she has never seen a scene that seemed to be possessed by a pen fairy like last night or tonight. Is this a coincidence, or does the pen fairy really exist?
"An Ran, tell the truth, did you ever move your hands on your own last night and tonight when we invited the pen fairy?" This is what Li Mengqi wants to know most now.
"I haven't moved it," Lin Anran quickly asked, "Then have you moved it yourself?"
"Neither do I," Li Mengqi's heart couldn't help but tremble. Could she really be a pen fairy?
"Mengqi, I suddenly feel a little scared. Do you think we have really invited Bixian? Will people really die?" Lin Anran's mind kept thinking about the familiar events last night and tonight.
The scene of asking the pen fairy made me extremely scared.
"No, this is just a game, do you understand the game? This is not real, and it will not become real." Although she said so, at this moment, Li Mengqi felt uncertain in her heart.
Will this fairy game really invite a pen fairy? Will the death method written on the red paper really happen in reality?
I'm afraid no one will know the answer. We can only wait for time to unravel all the mysteries.