He continued to close his eyes and answered: "My hands are tied, I can't do anything."
As soon as he finished speaking, the kitchen knife cut the rope on his body, and before Fan Zhiyi could move his wrist, one of his hands was tied even tighter.
As luck would have it, the hand that was cut to pieces by Qin Shuan was also this one. Fan Zhiyi struggled and screamed in pain.
Damn, can this spell even tell if the opponent wants to kill him? As long as he doesn't get hurt, the defense mechanism won't activate, right? Is it that smart?
He watched as his wound began to bleed again, staining his entire sleeve a brilliant red. Despite the severe pain, he still insisted on taking the opportunity to secretly slip the talisman in his right hand into his left hand when the female ghost wasn't noticing.
The female ghost squatted in front of Fan Zhiyi again, her eyes fixed on Fan Zhiyi's bloody hands.
Fan Zhiyi saw her licking her lips as if she had seen something delicious, and was immediately shocked.
But the female ghost quickly regained her balance and forced Fan Zhiyi to hold the pen, and then she also held the bottom of the pen on the opposite side.
Damn, wait, isn’t this a bit like the psychic game of summoning the spirit of the pen?
Fan Zhiyi's hands were shaking. He really didn't want to play this kind of crappy game with a known female ghost in such a gloomy atmosphere.
Damn it, this is really damn true.
What kind of crappy setting did the author write? Can you please understand his fragile little heart?
Fan Zhiyi didn't dare to look at the female ghost. His heart felt like it was about to explode. Various rules of playing with the Ouija board that he had read before flashed through his mind.
The Pen Fairy game is usually a question-and-answer game, and you can't let go of the pen until you send the Pen Fairy away. And he can't ask questions related to the Pen Fairy, so what should he say? He doesn't want to ask anything, he doesn't want to know anything, ahhhh, he wants to get out! Help!
The female ghost moved her head closer, as if silently urging Fan Zhiyi, giving off a strong sense of oppression.
Fan Zhiyi was panicking and yelled with his eyes closed: "Excuse me, what is my name?"
“…”
Fan Zhiyi felt that the pen in his hand did not respond at all. He suppressed his nervousness and had to open his eyes again to look, only to see a magic circle appear below where he and the female ghost were.
Fan Zhiyi watched all this in disbelief and wanted to pull his hand back, but his hand seemed to be firmly stuck to the pen and no matter how he struggled, he couldn't get free.
Fan Zhiyi was terrified. He heard a low muttering sound, his head felt dizzy and his head was splitting with pain.
The voice tempted him to let go of the yellow talisman in his hand, but this was his only life-saving straw, and Fan Zhiyi would not let it go even if he died.
Damn, what’s the point of a female ghost chanting spells?
"What's your name?" Fan Zhiyi felt that the voice did not come from his throat.
The pen in his hand began to move, and a cold wind blew. The book turned to the front, and the three words written in the lower left corner were circled by the pen.
Fan Zhiyi shook his head to sober himself up, guessing that this might be the name of a female ghost. He couldn't help but reach out to flip through the book, and found that the first few pages of the book had been torn off, and the rest were blank.
Then, Fan Zhiyi felt his mouth was out of control again: "How did you die?"
Fan Zhiyi was so scared by what he said that he broke out in a cold sweat. You know, in the Ouija board game, this question is a taboo.
He was finished, he was finished this time. No, what was wrong with him? Why could he vaguely see himself below from a high place? Could it be that his soul had left his body?
Sure enough, the moment the words fell, Fan Zhiyi saw a barely perceptible smile on the ghost girl's lips, and then a cold wind blew violently, making the windows and doors bang and clang. Fan Zhiyi felt that his consciousness was being pulled extremely strongly, as if to tear his soul apart, and many scenes flashed through his mind like a fleeting display.
"Xiuniang, you will be the perfect candidate and the pride of our Xue family."
"No, no! Why aren't you perfect enough? Why aren't you perfect enough?!"
"Xue Xiuniang, you are a defective product. Defective products should not exist in this world. My daughter should be the most perfect. She will bring supreme glory to the Xue family."
At the end of the scene, Fan Zhiyi seemed to be there at the scene. He saw the middle-aged man holding the axe with tears in his eyes. He swung his hand and chopped the girl's shoulder and neck, and blood spurted out.
The girl opened her eyes wide and screamed, her father's crazy appearance reflected in her eyes, like a Shura from hell.
After waking up from the scene, Fan Zhiyi was still in a daze and was frightened. The feeling was too real, and it felt like he was the one being chopped by the axe.
The deep feeling of powerlessness and the feeling of having your throat grabbed and unable to scream out loud is terrifying.
What kind of scene is this? Is this the scene of a female ghost before she dies? This is too tragic.
The chill rising from under his feet enveloped Fan Zhiyi. He was so cold that he shivered. Then he felt the female ghost's hand moving him. She wrote and drew on the paper, and then stopped.
But the problem was that Fan Zhiyi couldn't recognize the words here and had no idea what the other party had written.
The female ghost then found that she had been waiting for a long time but had not seen the effect she had imagined. She began to doubt herself and thought that the spell had failed.
Fan Zhiyi felt as if his soul had returned to him. He lowered his head and looked at the words on the paper: "What is written here?" A scribble of ghostly characters?
Female ghost: “…”
Suddenly, the force of the pen he was holding shifted towards the female ghost. Fan Zhiyi was horrified and made eye contact with the female ghost. Once again, he felt his soul floating outside and his whole body was in a daze.
He didn't see the ghost speak, but through the pen, he connected with the ghost and finally heard the ghost's voice. It was a cold female voice, asking, "Am I pitiful?"
The terrifying female ghost in front of him turned into the girl in the previous picture, and the wound on her shoulder almost split her body in half.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she cried like a pear blossom in the rain. Anyone who saw her would say that she looked pitiful.
So Fan Zhiyi nodded slightly.
"Can you help me then?"
Fan Zhiyi seemed to be bewitched and opened his mouth: "How can I help?"
"I want your blood."
"Why?"
“I want to be perfect.”
Fan Zhiyi's psychological defenses loosened a little. When the ghost girl thought everything was safe, Fan Zhiyi asked, "How much do you want?"
"Not too much, okay?"
"..." Fan Zhiyi felt that his body wanted to say yes, but he didn't want to answer that way. However, he seemed to have no control over his body now.
Fan Zhiyi moved his mouth, and under the female ghost's fiery gaze, the word "可" seemed to be about to come out, but he swallowed it back.
After repeating this several times, the ghost lost her patience and pressed, "Is it okay?"
Fan Zhiyi opened his mouth. In this critical situation, he thought of his small amount of money and forced out three words: "No, can."
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