"How should I ask?" Fang Xiu asked, holding his pen.
"Hold the pen, place the nib on the white paper, draw circles, and chant the incantation, 'Ouija board spirit, Ouija board spirit, you are my past life, I am your present life.' Then you will feel a cold hand grasping your hand, and then you can ask your questions," Yang Ming explained.
Fang Xiu nodded, then picked up the pen and tapped it on the white paper, beginning to draw circles.
"Ouija board spirit, Ouija board spirit, you are my past life, and I am your present life."
As the process was completed, a chilling aura suddenly emanated from the pen.
Suddenly, Fang Xiu's hand, which was drawing circles, stopped abruptly. It wasn't that he stopped on his own; rather, a cold hand grabbed his hand.
It was a woman's hand, extremely cold, like a corpse, and invisible to the naked eye, like a ghost.
Those present were all spirit masters, and naturally they all sensed that chilling aura, causing their expressions to become somewhat unnatural.
This celestial being is quite terrifying.
Fortunately, it has its own set of rules and does not kill indiscriminately, otherwise the harm would be enormous.
"You can ask now," Yang Ming reminded him.
Fang Xiu did not answer, but instead asked the spirit directly, "What is the strange truth behind this world?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Ming and the others' expressions changed drastically.
"Fang Xiu! What are you asking?!"
"Are you crazy?! You can't afford the consequences of this!"
Fang Xiu ignored everyone and stared calmly at the pen in his hand.
Suddenly, the pen moved!
It seemed to have gone mad, guiding Fang Xiu's hand to scribble wildly on the white paper.
rustle.......
The movements became increasingly exaggerated, tearing the white paper and even scratching the table.
The chilling atmosphere that filled the conference room suddenly intensified.
"ah!!!"
A shrill female scream erupted from the pen, deafeningly loud!
At that moment, everyone covered their ears tightly, their faces contorted in rage, veins bulging on their cheeks. Even Wang Dehai, an ordinary man, bled from all seven orifices and died on the spot.
Fang Xiu, who was the first to bear the brunt, frowned.
Can't answer? Or are you afraid to answer?
The next moment.
boom!
A loud bang was heard.
Fang Xiu exploded on the spot, spraying blood and flesh all over the walls of the conference room.
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"Ouija board spirit, Ouija board spirit, you are my past life, and I am your present life."
Why was I able to rewind time after death?
boom!
Fang Xiu exploded again.
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"Ouija board spirit, Ouija board spirit, you are my past life, and I am your present life."
Why am I the only one in the whole world who can see the eerie sights?
boom.......
Who wrote the bloody words on the ceiling?
boom.......
How can I kill my wife?
boom.......
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"Ouija board spirit, Ouija board spirit, you are my past life, and I am your present life."
A chilling aura returned, and a cold woman's hand grasped Fang Xiu's hand.
"You can ask now," Yang Ming reminded him as before.
Having died several times, Fang Xiu already knew that, given the terrifying nature of the Ouija board, it was impossible for it to answer those secrets, or rather, it dared not answer them.
The consequence of forcibly questioning the spirit is that it goes insane, and the person asking the question will die.
This also shows that the questions I asked were too complex and I couldn't grasp them at the moment.
"Where can we find the Nightmare's true form?" Fang Xiu asked calmly.
This time, the Ouija board did not go berserk. Instead, it held Fang Xiu's hand and began to write on the white paper.
Of course, in everyone's view, all they saw was Fang Xiu holding a pen and writing something.
Soon, a few black characters were written on the white paper.
【temple】
Upon seeing these two words, everyone was taken aback.
Yang Ming went even further and cursed, "This pen spirit is a complete idiot! There are dozens of temples, big and small, in the entire Green Vine City. Who knows which one it's talking about?"
Fang Xiu frowned slightly; he hadn't expected this Ouija board spirit to be such a damned riddle teller.
Just as he was about to ask which temple it was, the price was paid.
He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.
Looking down, he was shocked to find a large hole in his chest cavity, as if something unseen was gnawing at it.
His intestines, kidneys, heart, and other organs gradually turned into nothingness.
His consciousness began to blur, and he could vaguely hear the exclamations of the crowd, but the sounds grew farther and farther away, becoming increasingly indistinct.
On his deathbed, Fang Xiu thought that his luck was exceptionally bad, perhaps because Yang Ming was by his side.
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Fang Xiu, who had been reloaded, chose to ask which temple it was, and this time he finally got the most accurate answer.
Putuo Temple.
The price this time was the loss of a head.
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"Director Wang, don't forget that my ability is due to luck. If I were to ask the questions, the price might just be a hair on my penis."
Yang Ming laughed heartily, then picked up his pen and began to draw circles on the white paper.
At that moment, a calm voice rang out: "No need to ask anymore, the Nightmare's true form is at Putuo Temple."
Everyone was taken aback and looked in the direction of the voice, only to find that it was Fang Xiu who had spoken.
"How did you know the nightmare was at Putuo Temple?" Yang Ming asked, somewhat bewildered.
The answer came out before I even asked it.
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