Welcome to the game room of luck supremacy

Shen Lin vaguely knew that it was a game called Pen Fairy.

This game used to be very topical in the class. Many students wanted to try it after school, but their parents didn't give them this chance.

Does Shen Rin know about the pen fairy? Not in detail, he only knows that it is a game that can divination and predict the future.

kp: "You have a knowledge."

The two checked, Shen Lin succeeded, and Hu Xinyu failed.

Hu Xinyu: "... just bully the scumbags who are uneducated."

After a few more glances, Shen Lin was sure that it was a pen fairy, but the boy's play was not traditional? A pen fairy.

The traditional "pen fairy needs" two people sit facing each other, holding the pen holder, hovering the nib on the paper, praying to the pen fairy, "You are mine? In the past life, I am yours? In the next life, I invite It came from a previous life." If at this time, the hovering pen moves, then they have invited the pen fairy, and they can ask questions to the pen fairy.

This is a ritual in itself, but an incomplete one.

A complete ritual needs? Three things, first, a clear? Prayer goal; second, the corresponding? Prayer rituals and prayers;

Therefore, if the ceremony for recruiting the pen fairy is not clear, it is easy to attract other mysterious powers, and in the absence of sacrifices, it is easy to be forced to ask for sacrifices, which may be luck, health or even life. , which is why the pen fairy is always associated with terrorist events, its own ritual is incomplete.

And the young man made up for the incomplete part of this ceremony, and he wrote down his own? object of prayer on the?

—rhan-tegoth.

Shen Lin went to look at the boy again. He was very thin, with sunken cheeks, drooping eyes, and the school uniform didn't seem to fit well. The cuffs were rolled up a few times, covering his wrists loosely.

He paused for a moment, put down his pen in frustration, and took out his mobile phone, but he didn't move for a long time.

At this moment, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Shen Lin.

"Can you come and help me?"

Shen Lin: "..."

other people:"…………"

Zhao Xiaoyin hugged her hands and rubbed her arms: "Oh my god, it's too scary!"

"Can he see us?" Hu Xinyu frowned, staring closely at the boy's every move.

Yan Xiu walked in with strides and stopped opposite the boy.

"I don't want? You," the boy said with his hands hanging on his thighs, clutching the hem of his clothes, with a trembling voice, "I just want to be with him."

Yan Xiuyi: "?"

Shen Lin pondered for a moment, then opened the seat in front of the boy, he turned the chair around, sat on it, and picked up the pen: "Come, I'll accompany you."

He used the shortened distance to try to record the boy's facial features. The scene that this dream led them into is by no means irrelevant? The story, maybe the student in front of him who is trying to summon something with a pen fairy is exactly The Summoner they were looking for.

But even if his face was close to his face, Shen Rin still couldn't clearly remember any features on his face, he could only capture a vague?feeling?feeling.

Shen Lin's eyes moved down, trying to see clearly the name on the boy's badge, only Class [-] of the third year was still clear, and the name hanging under the class was covered with scratches.

The boy said, "Shall we begin?"

The knowledge of success brought to Shen Lin's mind the correct way of playing the pen fairy. He stretched out his left hand and clasped the young man's hands with the palm facing outwards.

But there was nothing on it except the name that Shen Rin couldn't understand. Shen Rin was not sure how the gods prayed by the boy would answer him.

"Should it start?"

The mantra that the young man recited was not the pen fairy's mantra, he chanted a mantra that Shen Lin couldn't understand in a low voice.

"wza-y'ei! wza-y'ei! y'kaahaabho—ii, rhan-tegoth—cthulhufhtagn—ei!ei!ei!ei!—rhan tegoth, rhan tegoth, rhan tegoth!"

Shen Lin: "..."

Shen Lin: "Can you translate?"

kp: "Not really, you don't have Cthulhu Mythos points now, please polish it in your head."

Shen Lin: "?"

He kept repeating until the pencil held by the backs of the two hands trembled, the nib transmitted force, pulled their palms, and the suspended nib landed firmly on the paper, drawing a stroke on it. The end? The arc.

That arc is like the bowed back of a cicada, and the line emits a dark green light. The paper surface is like a cracked ice surface. With two people as the center, the entire table becomes frozen, and the surrounding Spreading out, the entire classroom is accommodated in a world of ice and snow.

kp: "Shen Rin, get over your physique."

Shen Lin threw 50/45 and succeeded.

The suddenly frozen classroom made Shen Lin feel chilly to the bone, but fortunately, he was in good health and resisted the cold.

The few people in it didn't feel the coldness at all. Shen Lin looked at the surrounding ice and snow with a look of surprise, while other people who didn't participate in the game didn't seem to notice this vision, and stared at the activities on their desktops intently.

"What's the matter?" But they still caught some clues from Shen Rin's expression. The boy named Jin Rong lowered his voice and asked, "What happened? Something we can't see?"

KP said to him: "You have an inspiration."

Kim Yong-gu Inspiration: 65/26, success.

Jin Rong shivered, feeling a chill rushing towards his face, he vaguely saw that the classroom in front of him was covered with ice and snow, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

kp: "Jin Rong has passed his physique."

Kim Yong throws 40/68 and fails.

He shivered from the cold, his skin ached from the cold piercing into his marrow,

kp: "Jin Rong loses 1 HP."

Jin Rong: "..."

kp: "Is there anyone else who feels it? Do you feel anything unusual?"

Others: "..." How dare I feel anything?

The boy showed a look of surprise. He stared at the paper with cracked ice patterns, and then said: "The great god I reverence, I pray for your grace, please tell me, how can I get rid of it?" The current? Dilemma?"

The nib remained on the paper without any change.

Boy: "Woo..."

Shen Lin: "..."

Shen Lin: "The wish is too big and too vague, you have to say it from a small point of view."

The boy thought for a while, and made another wish: "I want to know, how can I die without pain?"

Shen Lin: "..."

Before Shen Lin could recover from the astonishment of hearing this wish, the pencil held between the back of his hand began to tremble. He looked down, and complex words gradually emerged on the cracked paper.

Those words are like cicada sloughs that are broken into different shapes one by one, whether they are single or arranged together, it is difficult to decipher.

What’s so special about it being incomprehensible? Text, these gods and believers really like encrypted communication.

But the young man obviously read the divine will from it.

kp: "You did the investigation."

Shen Lin throws detection, 60/55, success.

From the subtle expression of the young man, Shen Rin saw that he was in a daze at first, and then it turned into a kind of bewilderment. After a short period of silence and thinking, the young man's bewilderment disappeared, and it transformed into a kind of determination to win. Your resoluteness and bewilderment became clear.

The revelation left on the paper must be unconventional, and perhaps even reversed the boy's prayer, so that he no longer seeks death as a way of liberation, because people who want to die should not have such clear eyes?

His? God had given him some sort of mission.

And he recognized his own? This mission.

"Thank you." The young man no longer showed weakness and cowardice. He smiled at Shen Lin, and then recited an incomprehensible text.

The cold world around him faded away, and it returned to the original silent and empty classroom.

The boy let go of his hand, and his figure gradually faded from Shen Lin's eyes.

Shen Lin was silent for a moment, then turned around and waved at Yan Xiu: "Come and play a game."

As soon as Yan Xiu walked in, other people rushed in: "What happened? You got something from playing with the pen fairy just now? Did you get any inspiration?"

Shen Lin couldn't help them thinking too much, and said: "Cross-border communication, I can't communicate, I can't understand the words written on the paper and what he said. The person he believes in is probably pronounced rhan tegoth."

Hu Xinyu heard the words and said: "Lan Tigos, the god of the extreme north."

The others looked at him and asked how did Hu Xinyu know? Hu Xinyu said: "The inspiration in the dream was a great success, and I got some hints. The person who made the ski resort land abnormally is the believer of this god."

"So, that's the one who tried to summon Lan Tigos in the pen fairy's way?"

"I can't be completely sure," Shen Lin had this thought just now, and he shared his thoughts with others, "Although it reflects his prayers and wishes, but he needs two people to complete the pen immortal ceremony." The person holding the right hand is the person who mainly prays, but the secondary person holding the left hand can still obtain the right to contact the pen fairy."

"And the ceremony of summoning Lan Tigos must have at least two people." Hu Xinyu further said.

"At the moment, we can only temporarily think that that boy is the main? petitioner, leaving a space for his? partner." Zhao Xiaoyin summed up the speeches of the two.

Jin Rong asked curiously: "Then, have you seen his face and name clearly? There are five of us here. Do you have a relatively high authority to get the check-in records of nearby hotels, or the purchase of ski resort tickets?" For the record. I remember that ID verification is required to purchase tickets, right?"

"I can't see clearly," Shen Lin shook his head. "I remember his face, but there are no clear features that can be used to identify him. The only impression is that he is weak and sick. As for the name, I can't see it clearly."

"Isn't there no progress now?! I'm stunned, this room is so difficult." Zhao Xiaoyin broke down and said, "I was scared when I was in the outside world, the end of the world, all of us will be frozen die."

Shen Lin: "Don't worry, brother one, let's play this pen fairy game too."

The others were stunned, and their faces turned green in an instant.

"Isn't it...?" The flesh on Jin Rong's face was trembling with fear, "If you really dare to play, you won't be afraid that something will happen if you play, don't just go crazy."

"Among my rich? Horror movie viewing records, nine out of ten people who play pen fairy will have an accident." Zhao Xiaoyin sighed, "I'll find another way, this school is quite big?"

"I'll go too," Hu Xinyu shrugged, "It's crazy, I don't dare to play it? It's so big."

While they were saying this, Shen Lin searched in the chamber of the table where the boy was sitting, and found a few homework books and textbooks that should have been written with their names on them, but all the information that could reveal his identity are crossed out.

Kp: "Don't worry, there's no room for you to exploit."

"Sorry," Shen Lin said regretfully, but there was no regret in his tone. He didn't find a blank paper, only a notebook, tore off a page, and then took out a pencil, saying hello Yan Xiuyi, "Brother Yi, sit across from me and stretch out your left hand."

"Do you really, really want to play...?" Jin Rong asked worriedly.

"Yeah." Shen Lin picked up the pen, imitating the boy in the inspiration just now, and wrote down his prayer object on the paper.

"Wait," Jin Rong thought of the possible consequences, turned his head and ran towards the two who left first, "I'll slip first, you wait until I slip before you play, I'm afraid."

Shen Lin smiled, waited for him to leave, deliberately teased him, and shouted loudly: "Have you gone far?!"

After a while, Jin Rong's voice came back: "It's far enough! You can start!"

Shen Lin chuckled and said to Yan Xiuyi, "Let's start."