Fantasy World Transmigration - 1115

Dinner time is nine o’clock in the evening. Because of the fallout with Caroline and his wife, Nick had to go to the kitchen to make one or two sandwiches, and Chen Ang, one by one, sitting at the small dining table in the room. , Simply solve your own dinner.

The small dining table is not big. They sat at both ends with a mirror in the middle to take up all the space!

Nick took a deep bite of the sandwich, took a bite of pickles, and swallowed.

“I won’t ask you why you have to put a mirror while we are eating.” Nick bit the sandwich and mumbled: “When are we going to watch the fun?”

“Ah!” Chen Ang raised his head, with a dazed expression on his face.

Nick said silently, “It was the mirror you asked me to install, let alone you forgot. I can hide the mirror in various places they absolutely never expected, and it will be late at night soon. If there is something in the mirror. , Then there is some fun downstairs to watch!”

After Chen Ang finished eating, he wiped his hands on the napkin next to the table, and said, “Don’t worry…In order to better understand the things in the mirror, we might as well play a few games first!”

Nick said: “What game?”

“It’s not popular here in the United States, but in Asia, our occult culture is very popular to communicate with the dead… It’s not the communication of psychics on your side. The US side believes more in professionals, while in Asia, we usually do it ourselves. Invite a few friends to explore the secrets of ghosts and gods… In this regard, we are full of adventure spirit, commonly known as-death!”

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

“Pen fairy!”

“Pen wizard?” Nick repeated the English translation of’Pen fairy’, completely unaware of the scaryness of elves. In European and American cultural circles, elves refer to naughty creatures like Peter Pan.

“Necromancer!” Chen Ang changed a translator.

“The rules are like this. Generally speaking, some tedious rituals are required before this game, such as preparing tributes, calling the dead, attaching to this pen, but because the dead spirits we need to call this time are very active Reason, these rituals are unnecessary.”

“Now, we write two words on the paper, yes and no. After the divination is released, we will hold the pen together, and then ask questions. Which position the pen tip moves to is the answer given by the necromancer.” Chen Ang wrote two words on the paper, then held the pen with one hand and placed the nib in the middle of the paper.

“That’s right!” Chen Ang took a black cloth and covered his hand, and said: “I temporarily improved the game. During the game, our pen hand will be covered under a black cloth. ”

“Weird East Asian divination game!” Nick mumbled.

But he still stretched out a hand and held the pen with Chen Ang. The atmosphere suddenly became a little embarrassing. The two were silent for a moment. Nick opened his mouth and said, “Have you considered this situation in your game?”

Chen Ang’s expression is a little weird: “This game is usually played by little girls in school. The creator of the game didn’t seem to consider the size of the palm of a black man. You just need to hold the penholder with two fingers!”

After Chen Ang finished speaking, he changed his index finger and middle finger to pinch the lower end of the pen barrel. Nick pinched the upper end with the side of his thumb and index finger. At this time, a cold, slender hand suddenly touched it and grabbed the middle end of the pen barrel. Chen Ang He and Nick watched as the black cloth near the mirror began to bulge.

It’s like the person in the mirror stretched 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 Divine Shield know where the fifth seal is?”

As soon as the voice fell, the penholder did not move like a mountain, and the hand seemed to have no meaning to move the penholder.

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

Suddenly Nick took a heavy shot with his right hand, stood up, and furiously said: “You are moving the pen tip, I see you are pushing hard! This divination game is a scam…”

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

Nick was irritated: “What I need is an answer to a question I don’t know. If it can’t even answer this, then it’s a ghostly divination. Why do I want it?”

“It’s just a dead spirit. Don’t ask it a question that the Supreme Master can’t see the answer with the gem of time! Why don’t you ask the omniscient and omnipotent God?” Chen Ang said, “It only knows that What happened in this house, don’t embarrass others, okay?”

Then Nick sat down, continued to cover the black cloth, and asked, “Are you the one killed by a wizard?”

As soon as this sentence fell, the hand began to exert a slight force, pulling the nib in one direction, but Nick did not move the pen, and with force, the pen shaft seemed to be rooted, being pulled and staying in place. The hand tugged twice and found that it couldn’t be moved, so he began to pull the penholder harder.

The strength it uses now is far beyond that of an ordinary man.

However, what Nick had was strength. He couldn’t hold two tons of brute force through the infinite formula transformation. He was pinched to death, no matter how he pulled the hand, the nib was still towering.

Chen Ang couldn’t stand it anymore, he looked up at Nick and said, “Are you in a tug-of-war game?”

“Give me respect for a little pen fairy… it is almost crying!”

Nick let go, and moved the nib to the position of yes with that hand. He sincerely replied, “I just want to test its power… Although these dead spirits have no entities, they are very powerful. , It is equivalent to a well-trained boxer. And a heavyweight boxer… the kind of big hunk!”

Chen Ang sighed helplessly. He took out a small box from his back, and took out a armor part with an engine from it-the type commonly used by Stark with a jet thruster in the palm, and small in all directions. Compensate the engine’s gloves.

“The parts of the battle suit prepared for Miss Poz!” Chen Ang explained to Nick: “I just took it with me, and I’m going to take the spear for repairs!”

Chen Ang put on the mecha gloves, held the pen holder, and made an invitation gesture to Nick: “Come on, go on!”

“Are the Carolyns in this house the wizard who killed you?” Nick continued to ask.

This time, under the threat of Chen Ang’s holding the mecha gloves, Nick did not hold the pen, but he started to use the electric shock bracelet produced by S.H.I. There was a sound on the drawn pen, and Zizi’s dazzling current radiated from the pen tip-a Tesla coil reaction.

Chen Ang had to use a hedging current to electrify Nick to twitching all over.

Seeing that the pen stayed at the position of yes again, he began to smell of burnt on his body, his hair was erected against his scalp, and Nick, who twitched from time to time, got up from under the table and said, “It’s not afraid of electricity! It’s probably right. The energy attack did not respond.”

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

Chen Ang wore Edman alloy gloves and watched the high-energy laser pass through his hand. The outer shell of Edman alloy vibrating gold alloy sparks, and the black cloth has been cut to pieces by the laser. , Nick’s five fingertips carry a small laser generator, and his right hand hangs his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

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

Nick looked a little solemn.

If that kind of thing is invisible and innocent, it won’t be physically harmed (which Nick has confirmed with a knife just now), won’t be harmed by electric currents, and it’s not afraid of lasers, then most of the scientific and technological methods will not work on it. And that thing has the power comparable to a Hercules, can directly interfere with reality by physical means, and has a certain degree of wisdom. If there are some special means, then it will be a difficult type of enemy.

“Scientifically speaking…yes, daylight only means the side of the earth that can receive sunlight, but from a mystical point of view…daylight is not that simple, it has some special meanings.” Chen Angdao.

“The three elements of occultism-timing, symbolism, and ritual.”

“Some witchcraft and magic of the will, and symbols in the conceptual sense are very important. What they need is a metaphysical concept formed by subjectivity above the material. It is the product of human consciousness reflecting reality, and it is some elements of information science. , Some… concepts!”

“Yes, they can’t come out during the day because most people fear the darkness, because when human genes spread, they remember some of the fear of nocturnal predators in their genes, and those humans who fear the darkness survive. The genes for fear and darkness they carried have also been passed down.”

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

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

“So the daytime has the concept of safety, and human consciousness gives it the meaning of safety, so when facing something, it can protect us!”

Nick said: “But it gives a lot of images to the concept of protection and security. I just tried it with the cross. It doesn’t fear the cross at all…”

Chen Ang replied: “The’spirit’ formed by different cultural concepts has different ways of dealing with it. As the saying goes…believe there is nothing, but if you don’t believe it, there is nothing. Voodoo uses red brick powder to defend against enemies, and the Catholic Church believes. Salt can drive away evil spirits, Japan believes in Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and China uses cinnabar to restrain ghosts.”

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

“Take a foreign sacred object to drive away the evils of your own country. Take a foreigner’s sword to kill the official of your dynasty. How can there be such a reason?”

“You want to know why the ghosts here can’t be expelled with Catholic holy relics. Then you have to ask how the wizards created these ghosts?”

Chen Ang turned his head and asked Bixian, “Do you want revenge?”

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

Chen Ang asked Nick to take a step first. He grabbed the pen and came to the door of the room. He turned his back to the room, took the pen and threw it back, silently behind him.

Chen Ang smiled slightly and walked downstairs.

Nick was waiting for him in front. He heard Chen Ang’s footsteps. He was held down by Chen Ang when he wanted to turn back. Chen Ang whispered: “Don’t look back! Go forward… Go and meet our two great wizards. I have to tell them…their good friends have come to see them!”