Chapter 108 This Pen Fairy Is a Fucking Idiot, Right?

"How should I ask?" Fang Xiu asked, holding the pen.

"Hold the pen, put the tip of the pen on the white paper, draw a circle, chant the spell, Pen Fairy Pen Fairy, you are my previous life, I am your present life, then you will feel a cold hand holding your hand, and then you can ask." Yang Ming explained.

Fang Xiu nodded, then held the pen and tapped it on the white paper, and began to draw circles.

"Pen Fairy Pen Fairy, you are my previous life, I am your present life."

As the process was completed, a cold breath suddenly spread from the pen.

Suddenly, Fang Xiu's hand that was drawing a circle suddenly stopped. It was not that he stopped on his own initiative, but a cold hand held his hand.

It was a woman's hand, very cold, like a corpse, and invisible from sight, like a ghost.

All those present were spirit masters, and naturally they all sensed the cold breath, and their faces became a little unnatural.

The horror level of this pen fairy was not low.

Fortunately, it has its own set of rules, and it does not kill people in a large area, otherwise it would be extremely harmful.

"You can ask now." Yang Ming reminded.

Fang Xiu did not answer, but asked the Pen Fairy directly: "What is the weird truth of this world?"

As soon as this was said, Yang Ming and others changed their faces.

"Fang Xiu! What are you asking?!"

"Are you crazy? You can't afford the cost of such a question!"

Fang Xiu ignored everyone, but stared at the pen in his hand very calmly.

Suddenly, the pen moved!

It was like crazy, driving Fang Xiu's hand, scribbling on the white paper at a rapid speed.

Shasha...

The movement became larger and larger, the white paper was directly scratched, and even the table was scratched.

The cold atmosphere in the conference room suddenly increased.

"Ah!!!"

A shrill female scream broke out from the pen, deafening!

At this moment, everyone covered their ears tightly, their faces were hideous, veins popped out on their faces, and even Wang Dehai, an ordinary person, was bleeding from all seven orifices and died on the spot.

Fang Xiu, who was the first to bear the brunt, frowned.

Can't answer? Or dare not answer?

The next moment.

Boom!

A loud noise sounded.

Fang Xiu exploded on the spot, and blood and flesh were sprayed all over the walls of the meeting.

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"Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, you are my previous life, and I am your present life."

"Why can I die and go back?"

Boom!

Fang Xiu exploded again.

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"Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, you are my previous life, and I am your present life."

"Why can I be the only one in the world who can see the weirdness?"

Boom.......

"Who wrote the blood words on the ceiling?"

Boom.......

"How can I kill my wife?"

Boom.......

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"Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, you are my previous life, and I am your present life."

The cold breath appeared again, and a cold woman's hand grasped Fang Xiu's hand.

"You can ask now." Yang Ming reminded as before.

Fang Xiu, who had died several times, already knew that with the horror of the Pen Fairy, he could not answer those secrets at all, or dared not answer.

The consequence of forcibly asking is that the Pen Fairy will fall into madness, and he will die.

This also indirectly shows that the questions he asked are too deep and he can't grasp them at present.

"Where can I find the real nightmare?" Fang Xiu asked calmly.

This time, the Pen Fairy did not go crazy, but held Fang Xiu's hand and started writing on the white paper.

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Of course, in everyone's sight, only Fang Xiu himself was seen holding the pen and writing something.

Soon, a few black words were written on the white paper.

[Temple]

Seeing these two words, everyone was stunned.

Yang Ming even cursed directly: "This Pen Fairy is a damn pen, right? There are dozens of temples in the whole Green Vine City. Who knows where it is talking about?"

Fang Xiu frowned slightly. He didn't expect that this Pen Fairy was still a damn riddle man.

Just as he was about to continue asking which temple it was, the price came.

He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He looked down and found that there was a big hole in his chest, as if something invisible was gnawing at his chest.

His intestines, kidneys, heart and other organs gradually turned into nothingness.

His consciousness became blurred, and he could vaguely hear the exclamations of the crowd, but the sound was getting farther and farther away and more and more blurred.

In his dying moments, Fang Xiu was thinking that his luck was really bad, perhaps because Yang Ming was by his side.

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Fang Xiu, who went back to the game again, chose to directly ask which temple it was, and this time he finally got the most accurate answer.

Putuo Temple.

And the price this time was the disappearance of his head.

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

Yang Ming laughed carelessly, and then picked up a pen to circle on the white paper.

At this time, a calm voice sounded: "No need to ask, the real body of Nightmare is in Putuo Temple."

Everyone was stunned, and looked in the direction of the voice, and found that it was Fang Xiu who spoke.

"How do you know that Nightmare is in Putuo Temple?" Yang Ming asked in a daze.

How come the answer came out before I asked the question.

Under the gaze of everyone, Fang Xiu said calmly: "Don't forget that my ability is perception. I have already sensed it."

After this, only Wang Dehai, Yang Ming and other insiders understood what Fang Xiu meant.

What perception? It is clearly foreknowledge.

Yang Ming also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although his ability is luck and he has many trump cards to support him, no one is willing to gamble his life with the pen fairy.

If the ability of the pen fairy is really that useful, then it would not be sealed in the box of the steel of the soul.

"Since you have already sensed it, then Yang Ming, you don't have to ask anymore." Wang Dehai said.

Listening to Wang Dehai's words, those Yuling masters who didn't know Fang Xiu were all unbelievable.

Why is it so childish?

Putuo Temple is dozens of kilometers away from the Investigation Bureau. What kind of immortal perception can sense so far?

A folk spirit master said directly: "Director Wang, do you know how far Putuo Temple is from here? How can a first-level spirit master like him sense nightmare?"

Wang Dehai said in a deep voice: "Fang Xiu is a special perception spirit master. His perception is different from the traditional sense. Since he sensed it, it must be true."

The folk spirit master wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Yang Ming: "What you need to do now is not to question, but to unconditionally trust the Investigation Bureau and Fang Xiu. We will not joke with you about our lives."

After all, Yang Ming, the only third-level spirit master in Luteng City, has more weight in his words. As soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately suppressed all the voices of doubt.

"Fang Xiu, since you sensed that the real body of Nightmare is in Putuo Temple, what should we do next?" Yang Ming asked.

Everyone was even more surprised and looked at Fang Xiu frequently.

They never thought that the director of the Investigation Bureau and the captain Yang Ming would trust Fang Xiu so much.

Not only did they unconditionally believe in each other's perception, but now they even had to ask him how to act.