They didn't move either, just sat quietly at the table. Intuitively, I felt that they were watching us too. The clothes on my back were soaking wet. Gusts of wind blew on the back, and there were bursts of coldness.

“…… Pen Fairy Pen Fairy please come, Pen Fairy Pen Fairy please come ......"

I felt that Yang He's hands were already soaked at some point, and I swept Yang He with my peripheral vision, and he seemed to be staring at the white paper in front of him in a daze, not daring to move again. Did he see this scene too?

Sweat passed from the hands of the two of us to the pen and slid down the pen.

“…… Pen Fairy Pen Fairy please come, Pen Fairy Pen Fairy please come ......"

I don't know how many times the pen walked to the center of the paper, and suddenly, at the moment when the tip of the pen crossed the center of the paper, I saw two hands stretched out from the left and right sides at the same time, pressing on the pen at the same time!

No, I can't see the hand, it's the shadow of two blurred sleeves! The sleeves of the shirt are longer than the hand, hanging long, and there is a faint shape of a hand inside. On the left is a black shadow, and on the right, a white one. A strong force came from the pen, suppressing all uneasiness. I let that force carry me, and it seemed like it was going to draw circles on paper.

The pen, or two other invisible hands, took the hands of both of us and drew a circle on the paper.

"Are you haunting us?" After the circle was drawn, Yang He asked in a loud voice. There was irrepressible excitement in his voice.

The pen moved a few inches to my right and drew another circle. When you finish drawing, move diagonally to the left. I felt my stomach twitch again, and the blood vessels in my temples pounded.

"Did you cause all the strange things we've been experiencing in the past few weeks?"

The pen was in place, slowly turning in a circle.

My heart beat sharply, and the sounds of Yang He and my breathing alternated frequently, but my mind was still in chaos. I think only someone as calm as Yang He might be able to ask questions at such a time.

"Are you, or you, two?"

The pen suddenly and quickly pushed in my direction, startling me. But soon he moved in the direction of Yang He, and then moved back to the middle, drawing a small circle. Does that mean that one follows me and the other follows Yang He? I only heard Yang He hurry up and ask, "Have I already seen you?" ”

I chuckled in my heart, thinking that this question is too presumptuous, isn't it? Out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't see any shadow, whether it was the sleeve on the pen or the figures sitting on either side. It's completely invisible. Is the pen fairy gone?

Before I could react, the pen drew a circle on the paper again, and then quickly drew several lines diagonally left and right to form a huge cross! Does that indicate anger?

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," Yang He's voice was tired, "but I still want to ask one more question, and I hope you can answer it: Do you want us to die?" ”

I was shocked: what if the stroke came out in a circle? I'm staring at the pen, and the pen keeps swimming on the paper?

moving, and going faster and faster. I glanced at Yang He with my peripheral eyes, perhaps, he was betting on the last hand. The room was eerily quiet, and even the wind outside the door seemed to have stopped, listening to the final answer. In the dead silence, there was only the sound of the pen grinding on the paper, and the heavy breathing of Yang He and me.

I hope you don't draw circles, you don't draw circles, I prayed. Suddenly, another cold wind blew in, and my back was chilling.

The pen suddenly stopped and began to move in my direction, in an arc.

My heart sank.

That's when my nose suddenly itched, very itchy. Fault again! I tried my best to hold back.

"Ahh With a shake of his hand, he let go of the pen.

Yang He immediately grabbed my hand and pressed it on the pen. I quickly came to my senses and put myself back in my pose.

But the huge power just now is gone, just like before the arrival of the pen immortal, only the power of my hand and Yang He's hand. The pen scribbled on the paper, as if I couldn't find the feeling. Yang He was unwilling, and repeated the question just now, without any response.

Then Yang He asked a few other questions, "Can we not die?" "Is it to meet your conditions?" I asked a few questions such as "Will I reconcile with He Xueyi", but there was no response.

The pen fairy is gone like this, and the second summoning of the spirit is hastily ended, leaving only an unclear answer to the question of our life and death.

"Do you want us to die?"

An arc, a quarter of a circle, is the final answer.

Yang He turned on the light, turned his head and stared at me, which made my heart furious. Suddenly, he laughed out loud.

"Hey, hey, hey......" he laughed and couldn't stop. While laughing, he also slammed the table, and finally simply squatted down and covered his stomach and laughed. Infected by him, I also laughed: "Hahahaha......"

"Hahahaha......"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey......"

The laughter of the two was intertwined and overlapped, as if they had encountered something very interesting, and they looked quite interested.

"Hey, hey, hey......" "Hahahaha......" We lay on the ground, laughing insolently at the ceiling. Laughing and rolling around tiredly, like two madmen. Of course, I know we're not crazy. I also know why we laugh, but it has nothing to do with being happy.

It was the first time in my life that I learned that sadness and despair can also be expressed in laughter.

It wasn't until they were both out of breath that the laughter stopped. Yang He wiped the tears from his laughter and said, "Fuck...... Hey, hey, hey...... After being busy for most of the day, I got a sneeze......"

“…… Hahahaha...... I, I'm fucking damn able to sneeze at this time...... Hahahaha......"

"No, hey, hey, hey, no matter what you do, I just want to, hey, look, the expressions of those two ghosts...... You saw them too, hehehehehe......"

"Not bad...... Hahahaha, you can be scared away by a sneeze...... Hahahaha...... , so what are we afraid of...... Haha......"

"Yes, yes, I'm afraid of a ball! Hahahaha...... Lao Tzu also went to hit the wall...... Good, good, also contracted to sneeze, hehehehehe......"

In the midst of helpless laughter and fear of reaching the limit, we are relatively drunk.

In a hazy way, it seemed that Yang He was shaking me, and he seemed to be saying something: "I have something important to discuss with you...... "But me?

I was so sleepy that I ignored him, rolled over and fell asleep again. 21010