After the red-clothed pen fairy left, Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and after thinking about it, his brows suddenly rose again, and his face showed embarrassment.

The red-clothed pen fairy went to deal with the pen fairy who was pestering Xiao Cui, so can the ritual of this pen fairy psychic game be canceled at the moment?

But if it is canceled, what if the pen fairy comes back and can't communicate with himself? After hesitating, Zhang Fan decided to ask Sai Laoxian as well.

Soon, Sai Laoxian responded, saying that it was the ritual of the pen immortal psychic game, so don't interrupt it for the time being, just wait for ten minutes.

After ten minutes, let's see if this red-clothed pen fairy can suppress that pen fairy. After hearing this, Zhang Fan also felt that this was the truth, so he had to continue to maintain such a psychic gesture of holding the pen.

But after a while, he was a little overwhelmed. Because the survivor's stamina bonus has been banned by the system, and now he is no different from an ordinary person.

No matter how bad your heart is, you have to endure it. There is no other way. But just as he gritted his teeth and insisted, an inexplicable cold wind suddenly appeared, and then a woman in a white dress appeared silently.

The woman in the white dress wore a mantle of hair, and her messy hair hid her face, making it impossible for people to see her face.

Her appearance made the abandoned music classroom, which was already extremely cold, even more cold and bitter, as if people were standing under the cold winter without clothes.

The woman in the white dress floated to the opposite side of the table, standing still. Like the pen fairy who appeared before, she also lowered her head, and seemed to be a little afraid of life.

Seeing the appearance of this woman in a white dress, Zhang Fan looked strange and surprised. He didn't understand why a new pen fairy appeared when he didn't recite the spell to invite the pen fairy.

His heart was filled with incomprehension, and he had no choice but to ask Sai Laoxian again. In this regard, Sai Laoxian's answer is that once the pen fairy psychic game starts, it will continue to attract the surrounding ghosts and ghosts to come over and play the pen fairy game with you.

In the past, in his time, there was a person who carried out a fu ping, that is, a pen fairy game, and directly recruited more than a dozen pen immortals in one breath.

These pen fairies are all over the place, scrambling to play games with psychic. Therefore, as long as you don't take the initiative to end the pen fairy psychic game, there will be a pen fairy coming to your door.

Looking at the newly arrived woman in white dress in front of him, Zhang Fan was very helpless. His purpose of channeling the pen immortal has been achieved, so there is no need to continue to ask the pen immortal.

But unfortunately, the red-clothed pen fairy, who went to deal with the pen fairy who was entangled with Xiaocui, has not yet returned, and he can't interrupt this ritual yet, so he can only come hard.

...... On the other side, far away in Zhang Fan's Maoshan incense candle shop. Xiaocui's mother and daughter sat on the sofa with anxious faces, looking at their mobile phones for a while, poking their heads out of the store, as if waiting for Zhang Fan's return.

During Zhang Fan's absence, Xiao Cui's nerves were tense to the extreme, almost every minute and every second was torment, and her heart was also full of fear and uneasiness, for fear that the immortal would inexplicably attack her and kill her.

She is still young, just in her third year of college, the future is promising, the years are quiet, and there is still a lot of time, and there is no enjoyment.

How could she be willing to die like this. Seriously, she didn't want to follow in the footsteps of her five best friends.

Of course, their death made Xiaocui's heart full of regret and guilt, as if in a dream, obviously not long ago, they still got together to talk, laugh, eat, drink and have fun, but in a blink of an eye, life and death were separated, and they all died.

"Girl, don't be afraid, take it easy, Master Zhang, now that you have gone to deal with that pen fairy, as long as you hold on for a while, you can come back!" Xiao Cui's mother looked at Xiao Cui's haggard appearance, her heart was distressed and sad, although her heart was also very restless, but as a mother, she still tried her best to appease Xiao Cui.

This time, they are really desperate. Xiaocui's father, when he learned that Xiaocui played the pen fairy psychic game, was angry and scared, but he couldn't say anything, but drove overnight and rushed to Maoshan to ask for a life-saving peace charm, hoping to save Xiaocui's life.

He's been gone for almost three days, and he's about to return.

"Mom, it's all my fault, I've been tired of you, worry about me together!" Xiao Cui's face forced a smile, and his words were full of self-blame, and while blaming himself, he tried his best not to let his mother worry about her.

"You stupid boy!" Xiao Cui's mother sighed with a bitter face. Xiao Cui didn't speak, but took out her phone from her pocket in a panic and glanced at the time.

In two minutes, it will be 24 o'clock in the morning, and it will be the next day. There's been so much going on lately, and Cui feels like a dream, it's incredible.

He didn't believe in ghosts in this world. But now she believes. It's just that she and her mother don't know what it is...... At this moment, behind them, a long-haired woman in a red robe was standing strangely with her head bowed.

She didn't move, she didn't make the slightest sound, she just stood eerily and quietly.

Her presence, like air and shadow, did not attract anyone's attention. Time passed little by little, when the clock on the wall, the second hand completed the last circle, and finally came to 24 o'clock in the morning.

It's the next day. At this moment, the red-robed woman, who had not moved at all, raised her head slightly, revealing the gray face of a dead man, and her dead fish eyes were full of bloodlust and resentment.

She stiffly raised her pale and gray hands and slowly pinched them towards Xiao Cui's neck. But the latter is still unaware and unaware of it.

Getting closer and closer, the long blood-colored nails of the red-robed woman, and the neck of the fierce Xiaocui are getting closer and closer.

Just as her hands were about to approach, a cold wind suddenly swept inexplicably. Immediately afterwards, the light of the Maoshan incense candle shop seemed to be disturbed by some unknown supernatural power, and suddenly made a sneering sound of surging electricity, and then went out.

The lights went out, and for a moment, the darkness like the tide came. The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood.

"Ahh

"Girl!" Xiaocui's mother was also shocked when she heard her screams. The lights went out for less than 10 seconds, and they were back on.

The lights turned on, and I saw that the red-robed woman who had been standing behind Xiaocui and was about to attack her disappeared at some point.

The picture zoomed out and came to the outside of the Maoshan incense candle shop. I saw a long-haired woman in a blood-colored evening dress, appearing here strangely, with her back to the Maoshan incense candle shop and facing the road ahead.

At this time, in her right hand, she carried a tattered doll doll. And in his left hand, there was also a doll.

However, if someone takes a closer look here, they will find that the newly appeared doll in this left hand is actually the same as the red-robed woman who just stood behind Xiao Cui.

At the same time, in an abandoned music classroom. Zhang Fan was already sweating profusely, his arms had been kept straight for a long time, and he had become sore, almost unconscious.

At this moment, the number of pen immortals on the other side of his table was almost twenty. There are black-clothed ghosts, white-clothed ghosts, and even a red-clothed ghost.

All of them were summoned by the ritual of the pen fairy psychic game. Now, the one who is communicating with Zhang Fan is the red-clothed ghost.

This red-clothed ghost is a poor man with long braids with a blue face and a red coat. Looking at his clothes, he is not a modern person, a bit like a Qing Dynasty person in ancient times.

Zhang Fan looked at him, and then at the green pencil he held in both hands, and said one sentence in the east and one sentence in the west, rambling nonsense.

He was just delaying time now, as long as the red-clothed pen fairy in the blood-colored evening dress returned, his task would be completed.

"Am I handsome?" Zhang Fan asked. The green pencil in his hand was grasped by an unknown force, and he quickly wrote two on the white paper covered with pencil fonts

"Not handsome"! Seeing that these two were not handsome, Zhang Fan's eyes widened, but soon he came back to his senses and sighed.

This man with long braids is not a modern person at first glance, and his aesthetics are a little different, which is normal.

"What dynasty are you from?" Zhang Fan continued to ask.

"Daqing!" Pencil writes two traditional characters on white paper.

"What are the winning numbers of tomorrow's lottery?" Zhang Fan continued to ask.

"What is a lottery ticket?" Pencil write a word of inquiry on paper. Zhang Fan: "??? "Forget it, it's me Meng Lang, talking about this topic with this powerful ghost of the Qing Dynasty, it's really a little embarrassing for him, it's normal for him to not understand.

Because the man with long braids was a terrifying red-clothed ghost, the other ghosts around him who were summoned by the psychic were all trembling with fright, standing in the corner of the shadows, watching Zhang Fan from a distance, and no one dared to step forward.

Zhang Fan sighed, and was just about to talk about other topics, but in the next second, a strong smell of blood came to his face, and in an instant, all the pen immortals in the entire classroom showed fear, and their eyes looked at the door of the classroom in unison.

I saw that there, a black-haired woman wearing a blood-colored evening dress and carrying a doll doll in each hand appeared strangely.

With her appearance, the man in the red coat with long braids, who had been communicating with Zhang Fan, suddenly stepped backwards and quickly came to the shadows.

When he did this, he seemed to feel a touch of fear for the woman in the blood-colored evening dress. Seeing this, Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly felt that the strength of the red-clothed pen fairy in this blood-colored evening dress must be unfathomable, and even ordinary red-clothed ghosts were extremely jealous of her.

Perhaps, she is a top-level red-clothed ghost with a ghost domain. The woman in the blood-colored evening dress walked to the table barefoot and began to communicate with Zhang Fan.

The green pencil wrote a sentence on the white paper covered with letters: "I have taken her in with that pen fairy." Seeing this, Zhang Fan looked overjoyed, he didn't expect her to have such terrifying strength, even a pen fairy who was also a red-clothed ghost could be subdued.

She may really be a red-clad ghost with a ghost domain. The red-clothed ghost with the ghost domain is also commonly known as the red-clothed ghost without solution.

It's a real natural disaster!

"Thank you!" Zhang Fan thanked him.

"Please don't forget the deal with me!" A green pencil wrote a sentence on a blank piece of paper, as if to remind Zhang Fan

"Don't worry, I will definitely help you fulfill your last wish!" Zhang Fan made a guarantee.

"Okay, today's pen fairy psychic game, that's it!" Zhang Fan swallowed his saliva, and began to plan to end the psychic game, but after he said this, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the doll doll in the hand of the red-clothed pen fairy, and his heart suddenly moved, as if he thought of something, so he hurriedly said: "Can you give me this pen fairy you subdued?" The reason why he asked this was because of his deal with the Wishing Lake, which required the sacrifice of two red-clothed ghosts.

If he could get the red-clothed ghost in the hands of the red-clothed pen fairy, then he would have successfully found the red-clothed ghost used for the first sacrifice.

Later, when he subdued a red-clothed ghost, then he completed the conditions for sacrificing the Wishing Lake.

"Yes!" Write in green pencil on white paper

The word "may". Seeing that the other party agreed, Zhang Fan's heart blossomed. But he didn't show it, and after a moment of silence, he began to recite the incantation to send off the pen fairy.

The incantation was recited, and the various pen fairies among the music teachers began to dissipate one by one. The woman in the blood-colored evening dress was the last to leave, and before leaving, she put the doll in her left hand on the ground.

With that, her form dissipated in the wind. Looking at the empty classroom again, Zhang Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead, almost collapsed, slumped in the chair, gasping for breath.

This immortal psychic game is really not played by ordinary people. To be precise, playing alone is too tiring, and he is a little overwhelmed.

After sending away the pen fairies, it is time to burn the white paper and pencils used for the psychics. That's it.

I picked up the white paper and lit it on the red candle, and in a short time, it quickly burned out, turned into black ashes, and scattered in all directions.

Then he put the green pencil on the red candle and lit it, and it took about a moment before it began to burn. I don't know how long it took, Zhang Fan finally burned all the things used in the pen immortal psychic game.

Even on the other table, the white paper and pencil that Xiao Cui and the others used to channel spiritually were burned together.

Only in this way, Xiaocui will not be bothered by the pen fairy in the future. After doing this, Zhang Fan picked up the doll on the ground and strode outside.

This doll doll is wearing a red robe, and it is surrounded by a terrifying supernatural aura, which is obviously the pen fairy who was entangled with Xiaocui by the pen fairy in the blood-colored evening dress, who was suppressed with his own supernatural power.

Not afraid of long nights and dreams, Zhang Fan planned to sacrifice this doll to the Wishing Lake immediately. Because his current system backpack can't be used, even if he wants to put the doll in it, he can't do it, so instead of this, it's better to sacrifice it directly to the Wishing Lake.