Horror game live BUG is actually my own

On the night when the third princess was locked up, the night before the blessing ceremony, Fu Yan finally received a small note from the third princess when he was alone.

The boy who handed him the note was still the boy who wanted to make trouble. At first the boy only said "someone sent you a letter", but Fu Yan didn't say who it was no matter how much he asked.Fu Yan simply put the note on top of the candle, as if to burn it, but the servant boy finally let go.

"My lord, this is a distress letter from the third princess..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Yan lit the note on fire.And a gust of wind came from nowhere, blowing the flames so fast that the flames almost reached Fu Yan's hand in the blink of an eye.

When Fu Yan threw away the note, it was burned to the point where only burning black pieces remained, and the servant boy had no choice but to snatch it back.

He looked at Fu Yan in shock: "My lord, you...?!"

"I said before, don't get involved in worldly things, it seems that you are ignoring it." Fu Yan didn't respond to his doubts at all, and said coldly, "Forget it, each has its own way, it seems that you are no longer suitable for practicing with me. "

The servant boy heard his implication, and widened his eyes even more, he couldn't believe it: "You want to drive me away?!"

"If I don't listen, it doesn't mean I can't hear it; if I don't say it, it means I don't know." Fu Yan didn't explain much, "I don't want to pursue it, so you can go back to the Taoist temple after the blessing ceremony. Now the senior brother is in charge, Let him make arrangements for you."

"I won't leave!" The servant boy knelt down in front of Fu Yan, "Master Guoshi, I know I was wrong, I will correct it, don't drive me away."

Fu Yan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he turned and went back to the room: "There will be a ceremony tomorrow, so go to bed early."

The servant boy still wanted to follow up and say something, but Fu Yan didn't turn his head back: "Don't follow me."

The page had to stop.He didn't dare to forcefully follow into the room of the national teacher. After all, if he still fueled Fu Yan's fire now, Fu Yan might throw him out of the Taoist temple right away.

Naturally, he does not have the job of serving the national teacher to sleep tonight.

He watched the other servants who were usually behind him come and go in and out of the national teacher's room, his face became more and more gloomy.

"You wait, until tomorrow's ceremony, let's see how arrogant you are after smashing the pot...!"

***

The next day, the ceremony finally came.

Because this ceremony was decided by Fu Yan casually, so he was very considerate and didn't decide it too early.Seeing that it was past ten o'clock in the morning, everything was ready, and it was only up to Fu Yan to start taking action.

The place where the ceremony was held was still in the palace, and a place was chosen to set up a high-level platform, with all kinds of magic weapons readily available.In fact, Fu Yan didn't know how to use those props very much. Even the original props list was copied by Cen Yi from other ceremonies and sent together by himself, which belonged to atmosphere supplies.

Not many people came to the ceremony.The more important ones are the emperor, empress dowager, empress, prince, eldest princess, and several of the emperor's confidantes.Fu Yan suspected that these ministers were here to be lobbyists, and they were always ready to persuade the national teacher to change his tone, and he must get the will of God that "peace is the most important".

The others are the palace people who serve as background boards.Of course, regardless of whether it is reasonable or not, Fan Xiangyi, dressed in the role of "chief bodyguard", also came to the scene dignifiedly.Moreover, he was standing quite close to Fu Yan, as if he had taken the job of "assisting the national teacher close by".

But the ones closest to Fu Yan were his servants, including the troublemaker.

This kid panicked last night, but today he seems much calmer.Fu Yan guessed that he must be waiting for a while to play tricks. Unfortunately, because Fu Yan can't, he can't follow the usual procedures of the previous national teachers, so there is nowhere for this little brat to do bad.

While Fu Yan was pondering, he heard someone tell the time, and the time set by the ceremony finally arrived.

He went to the court without hesitation.

But before stepping on the steps, Fu Yan subconsciously glanced at Fan Xiangyi for some reason.

Fan Xiangyi still stood where he was, with one hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his cloak swaying slightly in the wind.Fu Yan looked at him, and he also looked at Fu Yan with a cold expression.But it's this indifferent, indifferent appearance that still gave Fu Yan a sense of peace of mind.

Fu Yan thought to himself: Maybe even if we players are good at dancing in the game now, we are nothing but trivial skills in front of this boss.

Thinking this way, he looked away, and stepped up to the height of the Fatai step by step.

Fan Xiangyi looked at him, seeing him in white clothes flying upwards, as if a crane or a heron was flapping its wings towards the clouds, and another figure appeared in his mind uncontrollably.

It's strange to say that Fu Yan's appearance is obviously different from the person in Fan Xiangyi's memory, but Fan Xiangyi suddenly feels that they are almost exactly the same.Perhaps it was because Fu Yan had long hair and was wearing a flowing long-sleeved gown, which made the face that was only attractive at first become fairy-like.

This is a feeling, and it is something that cannot be explained deep in the heart.

Fu Yan didn't know what Fan Xiangyi thought of him, anyway, everyone was looking at him at the moment, one more, no more, no less.When he stood still on the altar and burned a stick of incense, it was time to start the "practice".

Take a pen, dip it in cinnabar, and remove the yellow paper on the table... put the paper I tore from the workbook on the table.

Red pen and cinnabar, brush fairy array.

Draw a house first, then write "yes" and "no".Since Qi Yingfei was probably an ancient man who didn't know pinyin, Fu Yan stopped writing, put down his pen, and picked up a bamboo stand.

This is the term "solo pen fairy" that he consulted with the boss when he told Fan Xiangyi before that he wanted the brush fairy array.Of course, it was a consultation, but it was actually Fu Yan talking nonsense, and Fan Xiangyi said "yes".I don't know if it's true or not.Anyway, in the end, Fu Yan decided to make a large assortment of "feudal superstitions". He hung a pen on the divination stand of the sand table, and the tip of the pen lightly touched the paper.Fu Yan rested his hands on the shelf, let the vibration drive the pen to draw lines, and that was it.

This operation stunned the servant boy who was standing under the stage looking and thinking of making trouble.

Originally, the national teacher's dance of the master dance requires a little preparation and a little cooperation in order to have a "performance effect".Relying on this process, the servant boy has already tampered with secretly.In the end, Fu Yan couldn't, and didn't do that at all.Now he actually set up a bamboo stand on the table, closed his eyes and remained silent as soon as he put his hands up, this confusing behavior really made the servant boy unable to understand.

If you want to make trouble, you can't start.

Fu Yan was just in a daze with peace of mind... Oh no, he opened his lips and muttered silently: "Bi Xian Bi Xian, I am your life..."

Fan Xiang looked at his unfathomable face, and couldn't help but feel funny when he thought about what he was actually doing.If it hadn't been for the high-cold look that Mr. Fan has maintained, he might have laughed outright on this serious occasion.

Fu Yan stood there for a while, feeling that nothing had changed, and was thinking about whether to change the way, when suddenly the cold wind hit his face.

--coming?

Fu Yan opened his eyes, and saw dark clouds billowing and gathering from the horizon. The sky, which was cloudy and blue just now, suddenly darkened after a while.The cold wind rushed over, cooling the temperature around people, and messing up Fu Yan's long hair.The originally sacred ceremony was quickly changed by the sudden darkness and coldness.

Everyone was taken aback by this unlucky sight, and then frowned.Especially the emperor and the queen mother looked up at the sky and at the national teacher: "What's going on? National teacher, you..."

Fu Yan didn't answer, but just watched the dark clouds in the sky gather above his head, tumbling and spinning, as if forming a tumbling vortex above the palace.It is also like an abyss, ready to open its mouth to swallow anything on the ground at any time.

At this moment, Fu Yan lowered his head again, and saw black smoke begin to flow out from the cinnabar traces on the paper.

He subconsciously looked at Fan Xiangyi in the audience.

Fan Xiangyi was very calm at this time, not at all like Ke Xinya, who rushed out to hold someone down and asked, "How dare you borrow the power of the Abyss Temple".Fu Yan guessed that he should have expected this, so he calmed down.

Fu Yan's hands were still resting lightly on the bamboo stand, and he asked in a low voice, "Bi Xian Bi Xian, are you here?"

A black handwriting suddenly circled the blood-red "yes" written in cinnabar. As soon as Fu Yan saw this scene, the black handwriting disappeared like smoke.

Fu Yan asked again: "Are you the 'God of War'?"

Yes.

"Are you 'Qi Yingfei'?"

Yes.

"Master, what are you doing!"

The emperor under the altar felt more and more strange, and asked Fu Yan directly, "Did you invite something ominous?!"

His tone sounded harsh, but he was weak and weak, and even needed the secret support of the manager, so his momentum was greatly reduced.The empress dowager and the empress next to her were stunned by the situation, and they didn't dare to speak, let alone follow the emperor to question the national teacher?

As for the youngest and strongest prince and eldest princess, they had received Fu Yan's "forecast" earlier, and they were mentally prepared for this scene.In addition, Fu Yan seemed to be able to control the situation, so Cen Yi and Cen Yi were not in a hurry - they just acted in a hurry.

Fu Yan also ignored them.

Black smoke gushed out from the pen fairy array, climbed up the pen, and wrapped around Fu Yan's fingers.But the miracle is that this time there is no such a cold feeling that penetrates into the bone marrow. Perhaps the mark of the Vatican has played a role again.Fu Yan didn't need to be distracted, so he continued to take the opportunity to ask questions.

He actually wanted to confirm whether the cause of death of "God of War" was as Cen Yi had guessed and experienced before.But asking the cause of death usually leads to big questions, so Fu Yan asked first: "Do you have a long-cherished wish that you haven't fulfilled?"

Yes.

"Can I help you finish?"

No.

It was the first time Fu Yan saw Qi Yingfei choose "No".He thought about it, pondered whether Qi Yingfei's favorability was high or low, and decided to take a risk: "Can Cen Yi help you fulfill your wish?"

The question was left unanswered.According to the rules of the game, Li Gui, who came as a "pen fairy", cannot lie, but he is not required to answer.

Fu Yan's mind raced, and he quickly adjusted the question: "Can you tell Cen Yi your wish in your dream?"

Yes.

Fu Yan's eyes lit up: It's done!