Chapter 107 Pen Fairy

"Everyone, there are always opportunities in crises!" Wang Dehai suddenly said loudly.

For a moment, everyone's eyes turned to him, an ordinary person.

Although he was an ordinary person, he was calmer than ordinary spirit masters at this time.

"Nightmare has no entity in reality, but now the entire Green Vine City is covered by its strange domain, which is equivalent to us all entering the dream, and only dreams can hurt dreams!

This is our opportunity!

As long as we find the body of the nightmare and defeat it, we can naturally survive this crisis."

"Director Wang, you are talking lightly. Not to mention whether the nightmare can be defeated, it is difficult to find the nightmare. Green Vine City is so big, and it is in its strange domain. Where can I find the nightmare?"

Wang Dehai did not get angry in the face of doubts, but looked at Yang Ming: "Captain Yang, take out that thing."

Yang Ming nodded, and then turned and left.

When he came back, there was a dark golden box in his hand.

This box, which was made entirely of steel of the soul, had no cracks on it and was welded shut.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the box.

Then, Yang Ming pulled out a dark golden short knife from his waist and slashed the box fiercely.

A tooth-grinding sound rang out.

The next second, the box opened, and inside was a fountain pen.

A very old black fountain pen, like a product of the last century.

As soon as this fountain pen appeared, a cold and strange atmosphere began to permeate the conference room.

It was as if this pen was alive, with a pair of eyes full of resentment staring at everyone, which was chilling.

"This is... a strange weapon!" someone exclaimed.

Compared to Fang Xiu and Yang Ming, most of the spirit masters have no strange weapons and have never seen them.

Each strange weapon is very precious and not everyone can own it.

Wang Dehai introduced: "Yes, this fountain pen is a strange weapon. The Investigation Bureau named it the Pen of the Pen Fairy."

"Pen Fairy!? Is it the Pen Fairy in the Pen Fairy game that those brain-dead young people often play?"

"That's right. Time is running out now. I will briefly introduce it to you. Using this pen, as long as you pay a certain price, you can get the answer you want."

Hearing this, Fang Xiu's heart moved.

Paying a price can get the answer?

Isn't this exactly what I need?

If this pen is really so magical, then I can completely use it to understand the weird truth.

"Director Wang, do you mean to ask the whereabouts of the nightmare's true body through the Pen of the Pen Fairy?"

"That's right." Wang Dehai nodded: "However, the more important the question you ask, the higher the price the Pen Fairy will charge. The price is random. Sometimes you may ask for a finger, a pair of eyes, or a heart, a head..."

Hearing this, everyone was silent.

It's acceptable to ask for a finger, but if there is no heart or head, then the person is gone?

Who dares to use this price?

Most of the spirit masters are not selfless people. They are unlikely to be willing to sacrifice themselves to help everyone ask questions.

So everyone fell silent, and no one was willing to say anything.

Everyone was thinking, there are so many people present, there will always be someone who will stand up, why should I take the risk to ask?

At this time, someone suddenly suggested: "This is simple, just find a death row prisoner and let him ask, isn't it enough?"

Wang Dehai shook his head: "The pen of the pen fairy can only be used by the spirit master."

The scene fell into silence again, and the spirit masters present began to look at their noses and their hearts, and remained silent.

Yang Ming looked at the silent people and scolded directly: "Look at you bunch of cowards, you don't need to ask."

As a third-level spirit master and the captain, his strength and status are there, so naturally no one dared to talk back when he scolded everyone.

Even those who usually have a bad temper chose to remain silent at this time, for fear that after they talk back, Yang Ming would say, "Why don't you ask?"

Yang Ming picked up the pen, found a piece of white paper and started to ask.

Wang Dehai looked worried: "Yang Ming, you..."

Yang Ming smiled: "Director Wang, don't forget that my ability is luck. If I ask, the price may be just a hair of mine."

Wang Dehai nodded reluctantly. He knew that at this point, only Yang Ming would ask.

Other spirit masters are not so selfless.

For now, we can only pray that Yang Ming's luck ability will work and everything will be fine.

The Investigation Bureau must not lose Yang Ming, a high-end combat force, at this critical period.

Just when Yang Ming was about to ask, Fang Xiu stood up in full view of the crowd.

"Let me do it."

When this was said, the whole conference room could hear a pin drop.

Shock, suspicion, disbelief, curiosity, and other expressions appeared in everyone's eyes.

A strange color flashed in Yang Ming's eyes, and then he laughed loudly: "What are you doing, Fang Xiu? Do you want to steal the limelight from me? I can't give you such a good opportunity to perform."

Wang Dehai was even more worried and said: "Fang Xiu, let Yang Ming come. His ability is luck, and this kid has a lot of trump cards. The Pen Fairy may not be able to kill him."

Faced with the two people's dissuasion, Fang Xiu said calmly: "I will be fine."

"Fang Xiu, now is not the time to show off. Yang Ming is the strongest and has the best luck. He is the most suitable..."

Wang Dehai wanted to dissuade him, but was interrupted by Fang Xiu, who said, "I said, I will be fine."

Wang Dehai was slightly stunned. He looked at Fang Xiu's calm face and had already guessed in his mind.

Fang Xiu was so sure. Did he see the future? He knew that he would be fine?

Thinking of this, Wang Dehai pondered for a moment and said, "Yang Ming, let him come."

Yang Ming obviously thought of something. Finally, he nodded and handed the pen to Fang Xiu.

At this time, the eyes of those who didn't know about Fang Xiu were a little complicated, with admiration, ridicule, and incomprehension.

They really couldn't imagine when such a saint would be mixed in the team of the spirit master, rushing to die.

Fang Xiu didn't know what everyone thought. The reason why he rushed to come was just to confirm his own ideas. He could take advantage of this opportunity to ask the questions hidden in his heart through the death replay.

I have to thank Nightmare. If it weren't for Nightmare, he didn't know when he would know that the Investigation Bureau still had such a treasure.