ps: After careful consideration, this chapter has been overhauled and the process has not changed, but this chapter has been said to be in chaos. I hope brothers don’t mind.

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"Psychic Game?"

Chen Huiying and the others were stunned when they heard Huang Jianyang's proposal.

"seek death!"

Zhao Ling's first reaction was that this kid was trying to die. Isn't it good to live? This is not a blue star that doesn't show any ghosts. There are a lot of demons in and outside the city. If they really communicate with ghosts and gods through psychic games and summon demons or some strange existence, they have no place to cry.

Chen Huiying declined, "It's better not to say no. The psychic game is scary when you hear it. What if something really happens?"

The study committee members and the art committee members also nodded and expressed their agreement. They also felt that it would be better not to play this kind of game. The newspaper reported real examples of someone playing psychic games that really summoned demons and then lost their lives inexplicably.

However, the two of them received the benefits of Huang Jianyang, so they didn't know how to sing the opposite tune and refuse.

When he saw that everyone rejected his proposal, Huang Jianyang quickly explained: "It's not dangerous at all. The psychic game I proposed is absolutely not dangerous and very safe."

"What kind of game is it?" the literary committee member said curiously.

Huang Jianyang did not dare to keep it in hiding again, and immediately said, "Bixian."

The pen fairy is also called the pen fairy. It is a kind of psychic game. Through the pen, an unknown existence called the pen fairy is invited to communicate with each other. Rumor has it placed the pen on a piece of white paper, held the pen without moving, and then asked questions. The invited pen fairy can control the pen to answer the summoner's questions.

However, it is still a question whether Bixian exists. No one can confirm the credibility of the answer. Some people think it is particularly accurate, while others think it is not reliable.

"Bixian..."

Everyone naturally knows Bixian Game. After hearing Huang Jianyang's proposal, the resistance between the study committee members and the art committee members has been reduced a lot.

In their eyes, Bixian is indeed a psychic game with extremely low levels of danger. You can only ask some questions to Bixian and send it away.

People are curious, and the two girls are inevitably moved.

Only Chen Huiying was still a little resistant and didn't want to play.

Huang Jianyang continued to incite: "It's really not dangerous. Can I still harm you? It's just a small game, just play around with it."

"It's just a pen fairy, Huiying, why don't we play it for a while? If there is really danger, we won't play it anymore." The two girls also advised.

Chen Huiying was a little embarrassed and looked at Zhao Ling for help.

"It's not too early to play, so it's time for us to go home."

Zhao Ling spoke and called Chen Huiying to leave.

Of course, Huang Jianyang was not happy and said, "Brother Ling's game is really nothing scary. If you don't want to play, you can go back first. I promise to send Huiying home safely."

The two girls also held Chen Huiying's arm and tried to keep her. Under their pull, Chen Huiying, who was already a little soft, was hesitant and shaken, not knowing whether to go or stay.

Zhao Ling rolled his eyes and said to Chen Huiying: "If you want to stay, stay here, I'm leaving."

The main reason is that I don’t know what the class of Bixian is after I really invite Bixian, so it’s better not to mess with this unknown weirdness before I don’t know the situation.

"Don't leave me behind, I'll go back too."

Chen Huiying hurriedly said, immediately leaving Huang Jianyang and the other two behind.

"Zhao Ling, why do you have to take Huiying away? Can't you leave by yourself?"

Huang Jianyang was really angry and couldn't help but say what he was in his heart.

"I don't want to talk to you, an idiot. I'm afraid there's a big tumor on your neck!"

Zhao Ling didn't want to pay attention to this idiot, so he pushed the door out, too lazy to care about these little experts' life or death, and let them go whatever tricks they had.

"Zhao Ling, wait for me!"

Chen Huiying immediately chased after him, ignoring Huang Jianyang's shouting behind her.

After coming out of his house, Chen Huiying was afraid that Zhao Ling would be angry, so she hurriedly caught up and said, "I will never come to his house again, and I will not play such a game. Don't be angry."

Zhao Ling said: "I'm not angry, I just think your ideas are a bit stupid. Unless you can give yourself a thirty life, you'd better not be dying and live honestly."

Zhao Ling, who has been hunting demons, knows the weirdness of this world better than their gang of students.

"Yeah, I get it."

Although I don’t know what Zhao Ling is saying, Chen Huiying can still understand the meaning of the expression.

The two of them immediately walked home.

......

"hateful!"

After Zhao Ling and the others left, Huang Jianyang kept his face gloomy and looked very angry.

"Are we still playing?"

The literary and artistic committee member asked in a low voice, seeing that the atmosphere was not good, she and the study committee member also had plans to leave.

"Play! Of course you have to play! This coward, Zhao Ling, is really useless to have such a high martial arts talent, he is as timid as a mouse."

Huang Jianyang said coldly: "I have to play Bixian once today. I want Huiying to know who is the real man!"

After saying that, he couldn't help but repent, and immediately took out the props that Bixian wanted to use. A large piece of white paper and a pen. The words "Yes" and "No" were written on the white paper. When Bixian answered the question, he would draw a circle between "Yes" and "No".

The two girls looked at each other, looking at Huang Jianyang's angry look, they did not dare to touch his brows, so they had to play with him.

The sky was getting darker outside, and the lights were not on inside the house. The three of them sat around the table and the game began.

Please Bixian!

The three of them held the pen in sections, placed it in the middle of the white paper, and whispered together: "Bixian, it is my greatest wish to be by my side. If we are destined to be, please give me some advice."

"Bixian, it is my greatest wish for you to be by my side. If we are destined to be, please give me some advice."

They kept repeating this sentence, but there was no reply. The three of them felt that their arms were a little sore, but the pen in their hands still did not respond.

The study committee member couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Why haven't you made any movement yet? Can you invite the Bixian?"

Click!

As soon as she finished speaking, the pen in her hand suddenly changed. The three of them didn't dare to speak nonsense and stared at the pen that could only invite the pen fairy.

"It's moving!"

"You can ask questions to the Bixian." The literary committee member whispered.

Huang Jianyang took a deep breath, faced the white paper, and asked the first question: "Bixian, are you a man?"

The pen in his hand began to move and slowly drew a circle on the word No on the white paper.

The Pen Fairy is not a man.

Seeing that it was effective, Huang Jianyang no longer wasted the precious opportunity to ask questions, and asked again: "Bixian, does the person I like like like me?"

The pen in his hand moved again and drew a circle on the word "No".

When Huang Jianyang saw the answer, he suddenly became shrunk and his face became even more gloomy.

He muttered angrily: "Does the Bixian only know how to write?"

The study committee member took over Huang Jianyang and continued to ask Bixian: "Bixian, can I get into a university I like?"

This time, Bixian drew a circle on the word "Yes".

Huang Jianyang's face turned black immediately so angry.

Then the literary and artistic committee member also asked with anticipation: "Bixian, can I live in the inner city in the future?"

Bixian chose again, and the literary committee member's face turned dim and felt a little disappointed. He didn't even want to play the psychic game again.

Huang Jianyang ignored their appearance and said with dissatisfaction: "Bixian, can I defeat Zhao Ling in the future!"

Buzz!

However, this time the Bixian did not answer. After a moment of silence, the pen holder in his hand actually shook violently under their tight grips, scaring Huang Jianyang and the other two.

"Is this question too difficult for Bixian?" The study committee member panicked.

Huang Jianyang couldn't speak either, and he could not have thought that his problem would actually cause the Bixian to riot.

"What should we do!"

The literary and artistic committee member was also panicked. She had never seen it before, nor had she heard of this situation, and didn't know what to do.
Chapter completed!