Fantasy World Transmigration

The dinner time was 9:00 pm, because of the fall of the Caroline couple, Nick had to go to the kitchen to make one or two sandwiches, and Chen Ang, one by one, sitting on the small table in the room. , simply solve your own dinner.

The small dining table is not big, the two sit at the ends, put a mirror in the middle, and take up the position!

Nick took a deep bite into the sandwich and took a bite of sour cucumber and swallowed it.

“I don’t ask why you have to have a mirror when we are eating.” Nick bites the sandwich with a vague saying: “When are we going to watch the fun?”

“Ah!” Chen Ang looked up and his face looked awkward.

Nick said nothing: “It’s the mirror you made me, don’t say you forgot. I can hide the mirror in a place that they absolutely can’t think of, and it will soon be late at night. If there is something in the mirror. Then there is something to be downstairs that you can have fun!”

After Chen Ang finished eating, wipe the hand on the napkin next to the table and said: “Don’t worry… In order to know more about the things in the mirror, we might as well play a few games!”

Nick Road: “What game?”

“It’s not popular in the United States, but in Asia, our occult culture is very popular and communicates with the deceased… It’s not the communication of the psychic media here. The United States is more convinced of professionals, but in Asia, we usually Invite a few friends to explore the secrets of ghosts and gods… In this respect, we are full of adventure spirit, commonly known as death!

“This time we are going to play a game that is particularly popular in the East Asian cultural circle!” Chen Ang took out a piece of paper, a pen, and placed it on the table.

“Pen Xian!”

“Pen Wizard?” Nick repeated the English translation of ‘Pen Xian’. I don’t know what terrifying the elf is. In the European and American cultural circles, the elves refer to the naughty creatures like Peter Pan.

“Dead divination!” Chen Ang changed a translation.

“The rules are like this. Generally speaking, this game needs to carry out some cumbersome ceremony before proceeding, for example, preparing tributes, calling the dead spirit, attached to this pen, but because the necromancer we need to call this time is very active. The reason is that these ceremony are not necessary.”

“Now, we write two words on paper, yes and no. After the divination, we will hold the pen together, and then ask the question, where the nib moves, which is the answer given by the Necromancer.” Ang wrote two words on the paper, then held the pen in one hand and placed the nib in the middle of the paper.

“Yes!” Chen Ang took a black cloth and covered his hand. He said: “I temporarily improved the game. During the game, we held the pen’s hand and placed it under a black cloth. ”

“Weird East Asian divination game!” Nick muttered.

But he still held out a hand and held the pen with Chen Ang. The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. The two were silent for a moment. Nick starteded talking: “Have you ever considered this situation in your game?”

Chen Ang’s face is a little weird: “This game is usually played by the little girls in the school. The creators of the game don’t seem to take into account the size of the black man’s palm. You can hold the pen with two fingers!”

After Chen Ang finished, he changed his index finger and middle finger to bend the lower end of the pen. Nick pinched the upper end with the thumb and forefinger. At this time, a cold, slender hand suddenly touched and grabbed the middle end of the pen. Chen Ang And Nick’s eyelids looked at the end of the black cloth near the mirror and began to bulge.

Just like the person in the mirror held out a hand and inserted it in.

“I think, now we can start divination!” Nick cleared his throat and said: “I want to know, does St. Shield know where the fifth seal is?”

The barely fell, the pen is Immovable as a Mountain, and the hand does not seem to move the pen.

But for a while, the nib began to move slowly, and Nick felt a force pulling the nib to the position of no.

Nick suddenly took a shot with the right hand and stood up, angered: “You are moving the nib, I see you are working hard! What divination game is a scam…”

Chen Ang also took a table and stood up, loudly: “Because you need to ask a question it knows, idiot!”

Nick is angry: “What I need is an answer to a question I don’t know. If it can’t even answer this, then it’s a divination. How do I use it?”

“It’s just a dead spirit. Don’t ask this Supreme Master to use the Time Gem to see the answer! You are so arrogant, why not ask the omnipotent God?” Chen Ang said: “It only Do you know what’s going on in this house, don’t you be in trouble?”

Nick sat down and continued to cover the black cloth and asked: “Are you killed by a witch?”

When the sentence just fell, the hand began to use a little force, it pulled the tip of the pen in one direction, but Nick did not move the pen, the hand was forced, the pen was like rooted, pulled, stayed in place, The hand was rubbed twice and found that it couldn’t move it, so he began to pull the pen more hard.

Now its strength is far beyond the ordinary big man.

Nai Ni Nick has strength, and the brute force of two infinite formulas can’t be pulled. He pinches his death, letting the hand pull, and the nib is still motionless.

Chen Ang couldn’t stand it anymore. He looked up at Nick: “Are you in a tug-of-war?”

“Give me a respect for a penny… It’s almost crying!”

Nick loosened his hand and moved the tip of the pen to the position of yes. He replied earnestly: “I just want to test its power… Although these dead spirits have no physical, they are very powerful. , is equivalent to a well-trained boxer. And it is a heavyweight boxer… a big man like a big man!”

Chen Ang sighed, he took a small box from the back and pulled out an armored component with an engine from it. Stark used the palm of his hand with a jet thruster with a small compensating engine in all directions. gloves.

“The suits for Miss Poz!” Chen Ang explained to Nick: “I just took it with me, ready to take the divine lance overhaul!”

Chen Ang took Mecha gloves, pinched the pen and gestured to Nick: “Come, continue!”

“Is the Caroline couple in this house a killer of your wizard?” Nick continued.

This time under Chen Ang’s threat of holding Mecha gloves, Nick did not pull the pen again, but he began to use the shock ring produced by SHIELD, used high voltage discharge, shocked the hand, and the current of the cymbal was in three hands. The pen on the pen makes a sound, and Ziz’s dazzling current radiates from the tip of the pen – a good Tesla electric ring reaction.

Chen Ang had to use the current to pump Nick to the convulsions.

Watching the pen stay in the position of yes again, the body began to bring a trace of burnt smell, hair erected on the scalp, and Nick, who twitched from time to time, climbed up from the table and said: “It is not afraid of electricity! It is likely to The energy attack did not respond.”

Ask again: “The two wizards are the black servants who once served the bankers?”

Chen Ang, with Edman’s alloy gloves, watched the high-energy laser pass through his hand. Edman’s alloy tempered gold alloy’s outer shell, Ziz, sparked, and the black cloth has been cut by the laser. Nick’s five fingertips carry a small laser generator, and the right hand holds the sunglasses on the bridge of the nose.

“It won’t be hurt by lasers…so why don’t they come out during the day?”

Nick looked a little dignified.

If that kind of thing is invisible and ruinless, it will not be physically harmed (this has just been confirmed by Nick), it will not be harmed by current, and it will not be afraid of laser. So most of the technical means will not work for it. And that thing has the power of a powerful man, can directly interfere with reality by physical means, has a certain degree of intelligence, if there are some special means, then it will be a kind of enemy.

“If it’s scientifically…yes, the daytime only means that Earth can accept the side of the sun, but from a occult point of view…daytime, it’s not that simple, it has some special meanings.” Chen Ang Road.

“The three elements of occultism – time series, symbol, ceremony.”

“Some witchcraft and magic in the will, symbolic in the conceptual sense is very important. What they need is a metaphysical concept formed above the material, subjective, a product of human consciousness reflecting reality, and some informatics. , some…concept!”

“Yes, they can’t come out during the day because most people fear the darkness, because when the human gene spreads, it remembers some fear of the night predator in the gene, and those who fear the darkness survive. The gene of fear and darkness they carried also passed down.”

“So, compared to the night, people think that the day is safe!”

“Light and fire can give them a sense of security.”

“So there is a concept of safety during the day, and human consciousness gives it a sense of security, so when faced with something, it can protect us!”

Nick: “But there are a lot of images of protection and security. I just tried it with a cross. It is not afraid of the cross…”

Chen Ang replied: “The ‘spirit’ formed by different cultural concepts is different, as the sentence says… the letter is, the unbelief is none. The voodoo uses the red brick powder to defend the enemy, the Catholic believes Salt can exorcise evil, Japan believes in the king of Bodhisattva, and China uses cinnabar to restrain ghosts.”

“A ghost born of a culture can only be dealt with by the concept unique to this culture.”

“Take foreign sacred objects to drive the evils of the country. Take the sword of foreigners and swear by the officials of the dynasty. How can this be true?”

“You want to know why ghosts here can’t be expelled with Catholic sacred objects. Then ask the wizards how to create these ghosts?”

Chen Ang turned to ask immortal dao: “I want to take revenge?”

The pen that no one took was erected on paper, and under the control of an invisible force, the tip of the pen slowly moved to ‘yes’.

Chen Ang asked Nick to take a step and grab the pen to the door. He turned his back to the room, throwing the pen backwards, and quietly behind him.

Chen Ang lightly smiled, walked downstairs.

Nick waited in front of him, heard Chen Ang’s footsteps, just wanted to turn back and was pressed by Chen Ang, Chen Ang whispered: “Don’t look back! Go forward… Go see our two Great Shaman I have to tell them… their good friends are coming to see them!”