Doomsday pen fairy

"Pen Xian Bi Xian, you are my previous life, and I am your offspring, if you are destined to me, please draw a circle on the paper."

The moon was covered by dark clouds, and the dark clouds rolled in the dark sky, and it seemed to be black after splashing ink!

Feng Zixuan was holding an umbrella in his hand, and he didn't put it away, nor did he hold it open.Put it away in case it rains to cool your heart, and in case it doesn't rain, it doesn't look like a man holding an umbrella in the middle of the night.

I felt a little regretful, I shouldn't have been fooling around with Feng Ziqi in the middle of the night.In fact, Feng Ziqi has no relationship with Feng Zixuan, just a similar name.It is precisely because of the similar names that the relationship between the two has always been good.

Feng Zixuan has always talked and laughed with Feng Ziqi as a male best friend. Seriously, as a man, how could he have no wrong thoughts?But Feng Zixuan was also afraid that if the window paper was pierced, he wouldn't even be able to make friends.

Playing pen fairy is popular in school recently, and a man and a woman are most likely to succeed in summoning pen fairy.So the teaching building once again became a good place for faithful men and women to meet.The school organizes to catch this, but it can't hold back a group of students playing mahjong tactics.You advance and I retreat, you leave and I continue to play pen fairy.

In short, under the school's large-scale ban, there are seven or eight more young couples in the school, all of which are caused by the pen fairy.

Today Feng Zixuan and Feng Ziqi played Huibi Fairy. Feng Zixuan thought happily that his chance had come, but after summoning Bixian for more than half an hour, he heard a gust of wind. Feng Ziqi didn't I'm not happy about my success, and it's a neat move to leave.

Rubbing his itchy nose, Feng Zixuan saw the dormitory approaching, so he quickened his pace.

There was a cloudy wind in his ear, and Feng Zixuan felt that it was the wind blowing from the heavy rain, and he didn't care. After walking two more steps, he felt that his feet were filled with lead, and the heavier he walked, Feng Zixuan felt a chill. Forced Tianling Gai, bravely turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone to take a picture, and then he almost passed out with a strange cry.

The black smoke was like a hand, grabbing Feng Zixuan's ankle.

Feng Zixuan has been listening to ghost stories since he was a child, but he has never really met a ghost. He shivered and retreated. He grabbed the black smoke on his feet and stuck to his skin. The speed visible to the naked eye went dark.

"Help!" At this moment, who cares whether to lose face in the middle of the night?Feng Zixuan shouted for help, and then suddenly his eyes went blank, and he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, Feng Zixuan was completely dazed, his eyes opened little by little, and all he saw were his family members.

"Dad, Mom, why are you here?" Feng Zixuan's parents cried when they saw Feng Zixuan's words.

Mother Feng pinched Feng Zixuan's hand and her lips trembled. She wanted to scold Feng Zixuan but couldn't speak, and finally slapped Feng Zixuan's hand hard and said, "What's going on with you! You've been in a coma for seven days, what do you call it?" You can’t even wake up. Doctors say you can’t find out your disease, so Mom thought you couldn’t wake up!”

Father Feng also heaved a sigh of relief, he wiped his eyes and tried not to let the tears flow down: "What's going on with you!"

Feng Zixuan didn't hide it either: "I was playing Bixian with my friends in the middle of the night, and when I went back to the dormitory, my ankle was grabbed by a ghost. When I called for help, I felt my eyes go blank, and when I woke up, I was here."

Feng's father and mother had never heard of Bixian, but they knew of Diexian, and they thought about the same thing, they were all things to invite ghosts.

"You are stupid! You dare to touch ghosts and gods! The things that can be summoned are basically dirty things, and they suck people's energy and hurt people!"

Both Feng's father and mother were born in the countryside, and they heard more old sayings than Feng Zixuan, and they were even more in awe of ghosts and gods.

Feng Zixuan himself also regretted it, his intestines were almost green with regret, what are you doing so hard!

"That's the only time."

"You still dare to go back!" Feng's mother patted Feng Zixuan's hand angrily, "I'll ask someone to find someone who understands, you might have invited a grieving ghost, even if you can't get rid of it, at least send it away , don't spoil my son!"

Feng Zixuan was about to say that those were superstitions, but when he remembered the shadowy hands under his feet at that time, he lost his words.Regardless of whether it's true or not, Feng Zixuan is willing to be feudal even for peace of mind.

"Mom, I'm hungry."

Can you not be hungry?Seven days and seven nights only rely on nutrient solution to maintain life.Feng's mother hurriedly went downstairs to buy, and first went to ask the doctor what Feng Ziqi could eat without eating for seven days. He couldn't suddenly eat too oily food with an empty stomach for seven days, so he bought some millet porridge for Feng Zixuan first. abdomen.

Feng Zixuan's health was fine at all, he was in a coma for the past few days and had his genitals checked inside and out in the hospital, nothing happened, Feng Zixuan was discharged from the hospital immediately after eating and gaining strength.

Feng Zixuan is really no big deal, the school still has classes, Feng Zixuan will discuss with his parents to continue going to school, and the parents will find someone who understands, and he will drive away the ghosts on the weekend.

After returning to school, Feng Zixuan became a man of influence in the school, and five or six versions were circulated in the school.Some said that Feng Zixuan was taken by a female ghost to become her husband, and some said that Feng Zixuan was summoned by a pen fairy to dislike him and was beaten by a ghost.

There were different opinions, and they were all waiting for Feng Zixuan to go back to school to find out.

In fact, Feng Zixuan himself didn't know what happened. He was visited by the alumni for three days like a monkey, and his lips were almost worn out, so he persisted until the weekend.

This matter even alarmed the media, and I don't know which troublesome classmate contacted it, but the school performed very neatly in this regard, denying any rumors, and blocked the reporters from entering, and even found two teachers. To do psychological counseling (xi) counseling (nao) for Feng Zixuan, he said that Feng Zixuan was too nervous and had hallucinations, but in fact nothing happened.

Anyway, it was the weekend, Feng's father and Feng's mother stood at the school gate early in the morning, waiting for Feng Zixuan to watch Feng Zixuan come out carrying his schoolbag and pull Feng Zixuan back into the car.

The car twisted and turned into a small alley, and the more it went in, the more dilapidated it became. When it got to a tight end, the wall of the earthen courtyard that stood in front of the car almost collapsed.The house inside is more like a 50-year-old earthen house.It is also unclear how Fengfu Fengmother found such a place.

"Where is this place!" Feng Zixuan turned around and asked.

Feng's mother explained: "I heard from someone that the old man has lived for more than 110 years, and he has never failed to catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits."

Feng Zixuan twitched his lips: "How do you know you didn't miss it?"

"Can you live for more than 100 years if you miss it?"

"..."

He was dragged into the courtyard by mother Feng, knocked on the door of the room, and discussed with the inside politely: "Is the old man at home?"

The door was opened with a "magic dumb" sound that made one's scalp shudder. A six or seven-year-old bald boy poked his head out and asked, "How much do you see?"

The three of them didn't react when he said it straight to the point. Feng Zixuan had either heard about it or watched TV dramas in the past.In the rumors of being able to catch ghosts, there are gods and gods talking about money as dung, but this one has a unique style of painting.

"What's the difference!"

The bald boy is not afraid of life at all: "The elixir for strengthening yang is 300 for the big ones, and 1000 for the small ones."

"Pfft..." Feng Zixuan intentionally teased the child: "How come the big ones are cheaper!"

The bald boy said: "The patriarch said, the big ones are in charge for one day, and the small ones are in charge of the big ones for three days."

... Is it really okay for a big kid to say this?If the child doesn't blush, even the mother blush for him.

"Son, you must have misunderstood my son. My son was caught by a ghost and came here to exorcise evil spirits!"

The bald boy blinked at Feng Zixuan, and suddenly slammed the door: "Goodbye!"

This slamming of the door blinded all three of them, and Feng's mother was still unwilling to slam the door and said: "Old man! Come out and have a look! My son didn't learn how to play with the pen fairy a few days ago, and he passed out for seven days Qisu, the hospital can't find anything after waking up, so you can take a look at us so you can feel at ease!"

"Boom!" This time the door opened again, and the three of them were used to lowering their heads and thinking it was the child, but they only saw the dark blue gown. When they looked up, they saw an old man with long beard, long eyebrows and long hair, his eyes widened. There is a god staring at Feng Zixuan.

"Are you that kid?"

Feng Zixuan subconsciously nodded, seeing the old man's appearance, his heart beat even more.The old man's hair, eyebrows, and beard are quite long, which is in line with the standard equipment of Maoshan Taoist priests, but it would be ugly if he pulled all three long hairs down and tied them in a bun on the top of his head.The beard is divided into two streams, covering the two cheeks and tied to the top of the hair, and the same is true for the two eyebrows.If such a package didn't show a pair of eyes, I would think the back of the head is long and the front is coming.

The old man pulled Feng Zixuan into the room, and couldn't help but touch his wrist all the way to his shoulder. The strength was not weak, and Feng Zixuan grinned in pain: "What are you doing?"

The old man silenced, and said to Feng Zixuan's parents: "The child will lend me for a while, at most two hours, at least half an hour, don't make a sound and don't leave, the child will be fine in the back room!"

After finishing speaking, he directly pulled Feng Zixuan into the house.

Feng Zixuan looked puzzled, not knowing what the old man wanted to do in such a hurry.

After entering the inner room, before Feng Zixuan could speak, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, and his skin was itchy from calluses. Immediately, when the old man's hand was strong, Feng Zixuan passed out.

When Feng Zixuan woke up again, he vaguely heard the old man say: "Respectfully send it to the immortal."

When Youyou woke up and found that she was lying on the kang, looking at the black and white roof covered with newspapers, she couldn't even realize that she was there.

"Boy are you awake?"

Feng Zixuan sat up feeling dizzy, his neck still hurt a little, and he immediately realized: "Why did you make me dizzy!"

The old man chuckled, "How can you catch ghosts without making you dizzy? If you're afraid that your energy will be lost, the ghosts won't be easy to catch." Then the old man put on a serious face and dragged Feng Zixuan out.

Don't look at the old man who is more than 110 years old, dragging Feng Zixuan away, Feng Zixuan has no room for struggle.

At this time, Feng's father and mother could hardly wait any longer, and only then did they see their son come out well.

"How's it going?"

The old man stroked the beard by his ears, and the old god said: "Don't worry, it's okay, it's not evil spirits that you recruited, it's good things that kept him, but your son's fate is very different, if it wasn't for the invited fairy to keep him , and now he has reported to the Palace of the King of Hell.”