Dimensionality Reduction Rolling [Quick Travel]

Jiang Xingxiu didn't believe that he hadn't been back to China for 20 years. He said that he suddenly wanted to visit China after his death.

And if the other party is in a foreign country, no matter how there are no ghosts nearby when you invite a pen fairy, you won't be able to invite someone from a foreign country to come over. Just using the flying one will exhaust him to death.

Someone maliciously targeted Xia An or Mung Dou.

Then he doesn't have to be polite to the pen fairy.

Mung Dou quickly finished asking the questions she wanted to know, "Xiuer, it's your turn."

"Okay." Jiang Xingxiu rolled his eyes.

Bixian suddenly had a bad premonition.

He shook his head amusedly again.

He signed a heavenly contract with that person, as long as he kills the person in this dormitory, it will be convenient for him to tell him the whereabouts of the "Book of Life and Death".

I have heard that the gods of the flower planters are dead, and if he gets the book of life and death, he will get the inheritance of the flower planter's underworld. The king of ghosts on an equal footing with Pluto!

Jiang Xingxiu: "Hello Bixian, I heard that the weight of the soul is 21 grams, is it true?"

Xia An: "Hey, isn't it forbidden to ask questions about Bixian?"

"So I'm asking about the weight of the soul. His own weight is a secret, and the rest of the world isn't."

Hearing Jiang Xingxiu's joking tone, Bixian looked ferocious, but did not make any unusual moves.

"X" appears repeatedly on the paper.

Jiang Xingxiu was thoughtful, and it seemed that although he was not allowed to ask about Bixian's situation, it was fine to play a side ball.Restricted by the rules and no taboos, Pen Fairy can't move them.

He didn't need to understand these things, but his two roommates had to understand them, so that if they wanted to play with Bixian in the future, they wouldn't kill themselves.

carry on.

"I know I shouldn't ask how you died, so I can ask you, will you really become a ghost after death?"

Jiang Xingxiu teased him with a half-smile, but forced by the rules, the pen fairy finished ticking first, and then poked his eyeballs with black and purple nails.Jiang Xingxiu stood still, her nails stuck in front of her eyes.

The pen fairy screamed sharply, and the sharp nail tip kept scratching, making the piercing sound of claws cutting glass.

He just couldn't catch Jiang Xingxiu's face.

——Because according to the rules of the pen fairy, he can only contact the person who summoned him, that is, the person who holds the pen with his right hand during the summoning process.

That is, the initiator of the game, the unlucky brother Xia An.

In the end, he angrily lay on Xia An's body to vent his anger.

Xia An seemed to feel something.

"Hiss, mung bean, how many degrees should we turn on the air conditioner?"

"Eighteen degrees."

"Raise it higher, maybe twenty degrees, it feels a little cold."

Of course it's cold, the pen fairy is drilling Yin Qi into your nine orifices and eight holes.

Jiang Xingxiu remembers again: The harm of Yin Qi to the human body is not fatal, it should be the current method of venting Qi that Pen Fairy can use.

"Final question."

Jiang Xingxiu tightly closed her knees and straightened her back.Wearing a white school uniform, anyone can see that he is a good student looking at the blackboard from a distance.

"It has troubled me for many years. Please ask Mr. Lu Xun, 'There are two trees in my yard, one is a jujube tree, and the other is a jujube tree', whether it expresses his lonely heart or expresses his Do you believe in the spirit of unity and unyielding, or does the isolated and helpless jujube tree symbolize the strength and strength under the blow of cold frost?"

Bixian floated in front of Jiang Xingxiu, and met his eyes, depressing and cold.

Jiang Xingxiu picked up the book and threw it at his face.

Snapped--

Time seemed to stand still.Bixian didn't move in a daze, severe pain came from his face, the skin on his face cracked into spider webs and peeled off.

"Sorry, I pay more attention to visual enjoyment."

Jiang Xingxiu pulled out the paper tube.Slowly wipe the part of the book that is in close contact with the ghost.

"And, how long has it been since you washed your face?"

Screaming, curtains rolling, pencil scribbling bloody words——

I……

want……

Let……

you……

pay……

burial! ! !

Jiang Xingxiu took a pen, erased the word "compensation", and neatly wrote the word "accompany" next to it.

The tone is sincere: "Did you die before the national nine-year compulsory education policy?"

"Who are you talking to?" Mung Dou's face was very stiff.

Jiang Xingxiu looked back and smiled, "Pen Fairy."

"Boom", mung bean's forehead hit the edge of the table.

On the contrary, Xia An looked excited.

If the pen fairy is real, then he will be able to find out the whereabouts of his cousin!

Jiang Xingxiu laid back tactically leisurely: "Look at you, you frightened my roommate, how do you say compensation?"

Bixian looked at Jiang Xingxiu and smiled strangely.

"You... dare... dare... offend... me..."

The sound is the friction of sour teeth between bones.

This time, Xia An also heard clearly.

"I...can...could...touch...you...to..."

A ghost silhouette slowly appeared in the air.

Thick black blood spread from the corners of the four walls to the middle, obliterating the white floor tiles, and the cold wind was blowing, and all imaginable ghosts appeared swaggeringly, swallowing the temperature.

Oops!

Xia An's face was not very good-looking.

The pen fairy was angry, why would he want to answer his question.

So his cousin who had been missing for ten years...

Jiang Xingxiu turned her head: "Don't worry, there are ghosts under me. When I invite the judge to come up, you can ask any questions you want."

The brisk ending sound caused the pen fairy to laugh: "Boy, don't make a draft first if you lie, don't you know that all the gods in your flower planters are dead? Judge? There is no judge in the underworld!"

"Whether there is a judge or not is not up to you."

[Using the role - judge. 】

boom -

The black flame instantly engulfed Jiang Xingxiu.

In an instant, fear burst from the hearts of Bixian and Xia An to every capillary.

Compared with the "fear", the horror atmosphere created by the pen fairy before is simply nothing.

The former is the fear that the brain is aware of, while the latter does not give people any sense of fear. However, the muscles of the whole body are uncontrollably numb, as if the nerves were taken away in an instant.

Wrapped in green phoenix fur, the thin scribe appeared from the smoke and flames, holding a scroll in his hand, with a wind in his clothes.

——This time it’s not the female body that was purposely changed in order not to scare the girls.

Name: Kang Sung-soo

age: 26000 (pseudo)

Sex: Male

Race: ghost fairy (pseudo)

Occupation: Judge (pseudo)

Owned role: Judge (in use)

What did that kid just say?

Please come up to... the judge?

"Impossible, the judge is already dead!" Bixian said without thinking.

In the Dharma-ending Era, all the gods, Buddhas, and demons in the east have disappeared, leaving only a few ghosts lingering on their last legs.Everyone in the three realms knew about this matter, if it wasn't for this, how would he dare to make the idea of ​​life and death.

Could it be that he was blackmailed?

Bixian was shocked: "You were sent by him."

Judge: "Him?"

"Heh, putting on airs. Your master is unwilling to fulfill the deal, and wants to steal the book of life and death, right? Ask you to pretend to be a judge? Think I'm a foreign ghost, easy to deceive? Don't even think about it, even if the judge is not dead, mere mortals can call !"

The more Bixian thought about it, the more he felt that he was right.

Who in the world doesn't know that there is no judge in the underworld, and there is no King of Hades, and the book of life and death he wants to get has something to do with the judge.Only those who deal with him know that he covets the book of life and death.

The judge appeared just when he was about to kill the dormitory man, holding the book of life and death.If it wasn't for those boys who invited the pen fairy half an hour later than expected, he would have killed them long ago.

According to the normal way of thinking, when he witnessed the revived judge, he would definitely not think about life and death again, and the deal with that person was considered a waste of time-doesn't everything seem a bit coincidental?

After all, if he voluntarily gave up, it would not be considered a breach of contract.