Chapter 87 Haunted High School (21)
This chaotic situation would be much better if someone came out to calm the situation. Su Yue's suggestion immediately gave everyone hope of escaping the disaster.
After a brief silence, the player whose name was called first raised his hand first: "I agree!"
"I agree!"
"I agree too!"
For a moment, Su Yue seemed like a savior in their eyes.
But this is not what the president wants to see.
"That's not possible. There aren't enough people," said the president.
His tone was cold and his face turned pale again.
Obviously, Su Yue's stepping forward made him very unhappy.
"Why is it not enough? Can't four people participate? Or are the four of them not four people?" The middle school student was the first to question.
This middle school player is called Tang Li. He was very proactive when introducing himself on the first day. He is indeed very young, about fourteen or fifteen years old, but he has achieved good results in both games and life. Because of this, he is so proud that he is about to overflow.
He is probably the type of person who will spare no effort to show off once he finds that the criticism is not directed at him.
If there is a sentence that everyone can think of, he will definitely be the first to say it, and he will use a arrogant tone, as if everyone else who hasn't said it is an idiot.
"That's not the case." The president spoke slowly, and suddenly his head turned 180 degrees on his neck without warning. His eyes quickly fixed on the middle school student's face, and his lips, which were pursed into a line, suddenly raised into a smile.
"Since I don't want to attend myself, you can take my place."
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"I don't—" The middle school student's face turned pale. He jumped up and screamed, "Why do you want me to replace you? There are so many people here, what reason do you have to choose me? I just said that my body—"
Before he could finish his words, the president suddenly moved with an agility far beyond his usual speed, and in a flash, he appeared in front of the middle school student.
At some point, a small knife and the inkstone used to make a blood pact appeared in the president's hand.
Before the middle school student could react, the knife had already slashed across his hand, and a thin line of blood as sharp as a blade instantly seeped out from the wound and dripped into the inkstone.
This is a sign of a blood pact, declaring that the owner of this drop of blood is willing to participate in the activity of summoning the Pen Fairy.
The president's face showed a gentle smile again, and his face became rosy. "Thank you for participating."
The middle school student's face was pale. He never expected that the president could force people to summon the spirit of the pen. Now, he couldn't escape this time.
He was speechless for a moment, and all his previous arrogance was gone.
The president looked at Wei Wan again and said, "This is too weak, a sickly thing. Master Pen Fairy may not like it."
Wei Wan: ???
"Find another person." The president turned his head slowly back.
The president's head was moving around like a broken machine, which was a bit funny. However, with the cold wind blowing, the flames swaying, and the ghost faces reflected on the projection screen, standing in this classroom, it was really impossible for anyone to feel "funny".
Everyone was backing away, but the president seemed to have already picked out his target. He quickly looked at the player who had spoken first and waved at him, "You."
The player saw that the middle school student's struggle was useless, and he became discouraged. He resigned himself to his fate and walked over to sign a blood pact. The president drove all the irrelevant people out of the classroom and prepared to start a new activity of summoning the spirit of the pen.
Wei Wan stayed in the classroom until the end, until the president went to close the door.
"Why are you still here?" asked the president.
"I want to pray to the Pen Fairy with you guys." Wei Wan said, "Is that okay?"
Normally, no matter who wants to ask for help from the Pen Fairy, the president will happily agree. However, this time he glanced at Wei Wan and waved his hand, "Forget it, you are not suitable for asking for help from the Pen Fairy. You are too weak."
Wei Wan wanted to argue something, but the president had already half-pushed and half-drove him out of the classroom.
The classroom door closed and the lights dimmed.
There was no wind, but the curtains were fluttering.
Su Yue, Cang Zhi, two other players and the club president stood in a circle in front of the table for summoning the Pen Fairy.
This is the third time I have summoned the Pen Fairy in the four-day game. Murders occurred after the previous two attempts. I wonder what the outcome will be this time.
Everyone stood in front of the horoscope.
The president took out the brush used to summon the gods.
In fact, Su Yue had a very clear feeling that whether it was the inkstone used to dip ink or the brush used to summon immortals, they all had a richer blood color.
That bit of blood is hidden under the black inkstone or the dark brown pen, and it is difficult to detect with the naked eye, but once you get close, you can feel the strong evil spirit.
In fact, Su Yue also learned some knowledge related to the Ouija board, because he liked humans very much, and he also liked to read human ghost stories. He mainly wanted to know what humans thought of their gods. Of course, humans' fantasies were very different from the actual situation.
However, in the human stories about the Pen Fairy that Su Yue had read before, the children who summoned the Pen Fairy recited spells that seemed very childish to him.
But in this game called "Haunted High School", what the president recites is completely different.
It was a sound that was completely different from the human language system. People without special training couldn't even make it. When he made the sound, the president's expression was very stiff, like a snake stretching its neck and spitting out its venom.
The sound was like the whistling wind, or some indescribable terrifying sound of nature, mixed with the flickering flame of the candle and the thick ink of the horoscope.
As the strange sound spread, the light around them grew dimmer and the wind grew stronger.
Su Yue, who had participated in an activity to summon the Pen Fairy once, understood very well what this meant. They had successfully "invited" the Pen Fairy.
The temperature dropped suddenly.
It is a hot summer day, but it feels like staying in an air-conditioned room with no control, and the cold air is coming out of my bones.
It was as if a black cloth was blocking the light, blocking out the sparse moonlight and starlight, and the candles flickered in the curtain-like darkness.
Su Yue felt that today's Pen Fairy seemed to be more ferocious than the last time.
Whether it was the gloomy atmosphere or the murderous aura that filled the classroom at the moment, he clearly felt this.
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The brushes were shaking in the hands of the four participants. Su Yue and Cang Zhi's hands were very steady, the middle school student's hands were a little shaky, and the other player was shaking so badly that he could only stand because he was afraid that something worse would happen if he let go.
The president was the first to let go, and then everyone let go one by one.
The brush on the table is suspended in the air and can stand upright on the horoscope without any help.
The pen shaft cast a long black shadow on the rice paper. Looking closely, the black shadow seemed to be not only the shape of a brush, but also seemed to be faintly dancing with the candlelight.
"Master Pen Fairy has arrived." The president said, "If you have any requests, just ask Master Pen Fairy."
The middle school student pursed his lips and was about to ask the Pen Fairy to stop giving him nightmares, or simply ask the Pen Fairy to kill other people, when Su Yue suddenly knocked on the table lightly.
"Don't."
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The middle school student was stunned and looked at Su Yue.
The president also looked over immediately.
The sound of Su Yue's knuckles tapping on the table was very subtle, but the president's expression was very angry, as if something very important had been interrupted.
"Student, please take the ceremony of summoning the Pen Fairy seriously." The president said, "If you continue to disrupt the order without authorization, it may anger the Pen Fairy."
Su Yue ignored him and said to the middle school student, "Don't make a wish to the Pen Fairy."
In fact, the middle school student did not obey Su Yue and was even a little hostile to him, but at this moment, under the interplay of light and shadow, Su Yue looked at him quietly with an unquestionable aura, and he actually obeyed in an instant.
The middle school student stammered, "Why?"
"Do you remember your previous wish?" Su Yue said.
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The middle school student was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that he had indeed made a wish the night before.
He remembered it clearly, and also remembered the bone-chilling terror that came at the moment he asked the question.
He asked the Pen Fairy.
-【Can you take us to find the goldfinch?】
The answer of Pen Fairy is:
-【good】
At that time, Wei Wan was even angry and yelled at the middle school student, "Are you crazy? The Pen Fairy will not fulfill wishes in a normal way."
The middle school students scoffed at the wish, but it was actually completely—
The middle school student's face turned pale.
He remembered that the Pen Fairy did indeed fulfill their wishes.
Someone died.
At the death scene, they found the missing goldfinch.
"Help! There's a ghost!" Another player present suddenly screamed.
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