[MTL, BL] Horror Game Live BUG is Actually Me (Book 1)

Chapter 50 - New Dragon Izumo

From this Pen Immortal ceremony, Fu Yan realized that Cen's meaning for Qi Yingfei may be more than 30, but only 30 is shown on paper.

Or maybe, Qi Yingfei's favorability score is only 50.

—Drink, man.

Fu Yan figured this out, and was not in a hurry to continue asking about the "pen fairy", so he simply sent the pen fairy away first. However, this was originally a sewing ceremony, and Fu Yan was not sure how to send it. Moreover, Qi Yingfei's previous answer didn't even use a pen, and Fu Yan was unsure whether to send it or not for a moment.

- Forget it, there is a beginning and an end.

Fu Yan's hand was a little heavier on the bamboo shelf, trying to make the shelf stable, and then fix the pen. After all, he aimed at the house with the tip of the pen at the beginning. As long as the brush is stabilized, the cinnabar handwriting will return to the house, even if the ritual of sending the gods is completed.

This is obviously cheating.

But Fu Yan, who had been tossing and cheating from start to finish, failed this time.

Obviously he was already on the shelf, but the brush was shaking in various ways, and I don't know if it was blown by the wind or something else. And it was obvious that I never touched cinnabar again, but the nib left more and more traces. The blood-red color fainted on the page, as if blood stained the white paper, more like a wound that was bleeding continuously.

With the expansion of the red color, the black smoke also grew more and more, like a spring. They pounced on Fu Yan, went around again, and spread below the stage, like tentacles with life, trying to grab everyone's feet. Almost everyone was taken aback by this situation, and they stepped back one after another, and even had the intention of running away.

Cen Yi and Cen Yi were the ones who retreated most obviously. Just kidding, this looks like a grievance from a ghost!

Although the emperor was in shock, but he didn't see the black smoke that had no substance in his eyes, he forced a sigh of relief and said sharply: "National teacher, what are you doing!"

Fu Yan finally responded to him, turning his head to look over: " Please God."

"Please God? Dare to ask which god it is?" The emperor looked at the black smoke that climbed to his feet, stepped on it, and the black smoke that was not much dissipated, "Could it be that the national teacher was at such an important ceremony , invited the evil spirits?!"

"What is in the heart, what is in the eyes." Fu Yan said lightly, "If there is a ghost in the heart, what you see is the evil spirit; if there is light in your heart, what you see is the god.

" The emperor had evil thoughts in his heart, the emperor was blackened by him, and he wanted to scold him, but he couldn't breathe.

"Master Guo Shi, this is obviously a problem with the ceremony!"

The servant boy, who was disturbed by Fu Yan's magical operation, suddenly jumped out and said, "Your practice today is different from before, the magic weapon you used. It's not the same as before. Are you really asking for a righteous god? Which righteous god would have such a strange celestial phenomenon when he appeared? And this kind of ominous black smoke?!"

"Is there a problem with the ceremony?" Fu Yan glanced at him , Mingming's tone was very light, but

he could hear a faint coldness, "You really think I don't know what you did? Don't you want to see the situation today?" Entering the ditch, he opened his mouth and said, "You admit that you have attracted the evil spirit!"