In a blink of an eye, it was 12 o'clock in the evening.

Inside the company's office building.

A programmer was sitting in the lounge, looking a little uneasy.

He is another survivor of the Pen Game.

At this time, he looked at his phone anxiously and muttered: "Why haven't you come yet? Didn't you say that you have found someone who can help us? Do you want to meet at the company at 12 o'clock tonight?"

Tap tap tap...

Just then, there was a sound of footsteps.

In such a silent environment, the sudden sound of footsteps was terrifying.

The programmer was startled and stared outside the lounge.

"Crunch..."

The door was pushed open.

A young man walked in. He was about twenty years old, with short black hair and three-dimensional facial features. His wrist was wrapped with a hemp rope. The hemp rope was so bright red that it seemed to be stained with blood, adding a bit of horror to people. .

"His name is Shen Jian and he is a master."

Cai Minmin walked out from behind and introduced.

"Hello, hello, I have long admired the name of the master." The programmer echoed, no matter whether he is a master or not, anyone who is willing to believe in them at this time is his savior.

Because of this incident, they can hardly stay in the company anymore.

If this continues, sooner or later, heart failure will occur.

Shen Jian nodded.

Glancing at the two of them, the programmer's yin energy was heavier.

Is this marking the target?

Without some of the restrictions of horror games, the weirdness is indeed more free.

Is this an isolated case? Or is there a strange recovery happening all over the world?

Shen Jian was thoughtful.

He said, "Have you brought all the props?"

"Bring it." Cai Minmin nodded and took out pencils, white paper, candles and other props.

Programmer:??!

"Wait, what are you planning to do?"

The programmer was confused and his voice became much sharper.

Shen Jian said strangely: "Can't you see? You are playing the pen fairy game."

!!!

The programmer is speechless.

Who asked this question?

What I'm asking is why you still dare to play.

Aren't you afraid of death?

That's a ghost.

"Brother, I know you are a master, but does this kind of ghost-catching matter have to be left to a more professional master?"

The programmer is about to cry.

He already has a shadow over these things.

"That's me, wait a minute."

Shen Jian thought for a moment and took out a card from his pocket.

The programmer took a look: "Feng Shui master?"

"Wrong, it's this one."

Shen Jian handed over another one.

"Certified by Longhu Mountain, gold medal master of catching tricks?"

"You can rest assured now."

Programmer:......

I'm even more worried.

I bet you are just a little card master.

While talking, Cai Minmin had already laid out the props.

Shen Jian looked at the hesitant programmer and said calmly: "You have to think clearly. The yin energy in your body has exceeded the limit. At most, you will end up like the first two people by tomorrow night."

The programmer's face turned even paler.

After much hesitation, I decided to continue playing.

Because he has noticed something abnormal in his body.

As the candles were lit, three figures emerged from the darkness.

Under the flickering lights, their faces looked a little scary.

"Bixian, Bixian..."

The two began to recite silently according to the content of the ceremony.

Shen Jian stood aside, watching with an old look.

It's not that he doesn't want to play by himself, it's that he can't play.

No matter how he is, he is still the current Lord of the Underworld and the King of Hell of the Ten Palaces. If he summons the Pen Immortal, will the Pen Immortal dare to come out?

Whoosh!

Vaguely, a gust of dark wind blew by.

The candle flame was shaking violently, as if it might go out at any time.

The two people's voices stopped suddenly.

Coming!

The pen fairy is here!

The two of them were horrified and completely panicked.

I don’t know about ghosts and gods, but I can pretend that ghosts and gods don’t exist.

Once known, fear will be infinitely magnified.

All disturbances will make them suspicious.

"Master, what should we do now?"

Cai Minmin said in panic.

"Haven't you all played before? Ask questions."

Shen Jian was a little puzzled.

According to the rules of the Bixian game, you need to ask three questions related to Bixian before you can ask about yourself.

"I...we don't dare."

The two of them trembled.

Because the two people who died before were the ones who asked Bixian questions one after another.

"Forget it, I'll do it."

Shen Jian curled his lips. He had never experienced a thriller game and his psychological quality was at the level of ordinary people. He really couldn't think of them as reliable.

Shen Jian looked at the pencil and asked casually:

"Bixian, have you paid off your mortgage?"

In an instant, the whole place fell into dead silence.

The two of them opened their mouths wide, feeling how tricky and vicious this question was.

Too vicious.

This question simply goes deep into the soul.

A critical attack on them.

They didn't know whether Bi Xian reacted, but they felt like an arrow had been hit in their chests at that moment.
To be continued...