Chapter 227:

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This marker worked quickly, and Park Xishun's expression gradually solidified at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He was holding that hand halfway, and pressing his life-saving props on the expression pack on the palm of his hand.
It was a mask worn by a ghost in the Republic of China before he died. As long as it is taken out, it can suppress other ghosts. It is a very practical prop.
But for now, it doesn't seem to play the role that Park Xishun imagined.
Driven by a certain power, the mask fits the expression in his hand. The hollow of the mask perfectly reveals the "eyes" and "mouth" of the emoji pack, just like a real face.
Pu Xishun panicked: "Did it move?"
He raised his arm to the position of his head and said with this painted face.
"Hee hee hee hee hee hee."
The crying face that Xiao Li added had no effect, and the pattern was dissolving on its own, correcting to look like the inside of Lian Susu's arm.
At the same time, Lian Susu’s symptoms became more serious. She was looking for a sharp weapon with her head down. Finally, she chose a mirror and muttered: "I want to fix my head and put the thing in my neck. Get rid of..."
Xiao Li had already let go of his hand when he was drawing Pu Xishun, and now it is Ye Zeqing who is holding Lian Susu, but his strength is not as strong as Lian Susu at this time, and she shakes his hand away. , She threw herself in front of the mirror like a wild horse.
At the moment of her death, Wang Huai stopped her. He rushed forward, put his elbow against Lian Susu's neck, and pressed her against the wall: "Sherlock, give her a try."
Xiao Li turned the marker in his hand: "It's useless."
There are many types of attacks from ghosts, such as the physical level, and the spiritual level. This marker is a curse type. Anyone painted with a smiley face will gradually regard the part with the smiley face as the head. , And cut off his own head at the same time-frankly speaking, this type of Xiao Li has seen it on the scp foundation, and I don't know if the collection came here.
But there is one more trick to try.
He held the marker and came to the mirror and looked back at the samsara in front of him.
Zheng Yi had been hanging around with him for a long time, staring at Xiao Li, and suddenly he knew what he wanted. Just when he wanted to step forward to help Sherlock, he heard Xiao Li say: "Come and help me."
The direction he looked was Shen Mirage.
Zheng Yi:? ? ?
Shen Mirage was standing aside. Zheng Yi swears that after the youth was called in this way, his eyes lit up, as if he had just been charged with electricity, he walked over.
Xiao Li glanced at his hand, and Shen Mizhi immediately shook it up. His fingertips gently swept across the muscles of the back of Xiao Li's hand, wrapping the young man's hand in his palm.
Xiao Li shuddered.
He whispered: "...Don't hold it so tight."
Shen Mirage followed his words and relaxed, only gently squeezing the opponent's hand, but Xiao Li could still feel the temperature of the young man's palm.
Xiao Li let the nib of the marker float on the mirror, and said: "Pen fairy pen fairy"
From the beginning, you know the bad marker:? ? ?
The moment he spoke, the marker began to tremble on its own, as if it were spiritual, trying to get out of Xiao Li's hands.
Its strength is so great that if there is only Xiao Li alone, it might really be broken away by it, but Shen Mirzhi's hand is very stable, and the young man firmly holds the upper part of the mug, making it impossible to break free. .
"You are my past life, and I am your current life. If you want to continue with me, please draw a circle on the mirror." Xiao Li said the complete summoning spell.
The trembling of the marker continued.
As soon as Xiao Li's voice fell, he could notice the vibration of the marker pen suddenly pause.
The pen fairy who noticed that the host was not right at the beginning: "..."
It tried to the right to use the host and was refused.
It invades again.
As time went by, the amplitude of the marker's vibration began to decrease, as if there was another force controlling it, and it began to tremble and irregularly draw a triangle-like circle on the ugly mirror surface.
Xiao Li greeted friendly: "Pixian, how are you doing?"
The words written by the pen fairy are also crooked, not as relaxed as the previous few times with a water pen, it is difficult to write: [If you have something to say quickly. 】
"It's nothing, just seeing this pen, I think of you, your fountain pen body is tired? How about you look at this pen?" Xiao Li lobbied hard.
The marker pen shakes: [No, isn't it? I have a body...]
For the evil spirits of this level of the pen fairy, the hostile is no longer so important, it is already part of the legend, and can come across multiple copies of the world.
Of course, it is better to have this kind of special pen as a foreigner, but if not, it is not that important...More importantly, so many ghosts here look at it, which is a bit shame.
Xiao Li lured and confused the pen fairy: "What's wrong with this, but I want to give it to you as soon as I see this pen. Look at this pen, your own curse power, not an ordinary pen, but With a body that is wider than a fountain pen, and inexhaustible ink, as long as you occupy it, you can get everything..."
Bi Xian seemed to be really moved by him.
The marker pen itself sensed the crisis, and the jitter of the pen body reached its maximum value. For a while, Xiao Li's hand was shaken abruptly, but the pen fairy immediately used his own power to suppress it.
It made up its mind: [Help me. 】
The nib of the marker slammed against the mirror surface, and a smear of ink fainted. Xiao Li let go of his hand. It still conflicted with each other, moving forward and back again.
The doll's hair lengthened, and it entangled the marker pen, forcing it to stay where it was, waiting for the pen fairy to devour it bit by bit.
Is against the wall even Susu mouth suddenly shouted: "ah -!"
The struggle of the marker gradually became weaker, until the pen fairy completely swallowed it, and its dying counterattack was also suppressed by the two ghosts, and finally it was completely erased from the original consciousness and turned into the body of the pen fairy. .
Bi Xian bounced twice on the mirror, adjusting to his new body.
Others who felt like they watched a domestic horror film: "..."
They even couldn't help but cheer for Pen Xian.
Xiao Li stood aside, clapped his hands with satisfaction, and held the marker again.
This wave, this wave is called the dove occupying the magpie's nest.
That is, at the moment when Bi Xian completely settled in, the two victims over there simultaneously recovered their sanity.
Lian Susu has stopped struggling. As an ordinary person involved in the supernatural incident, she has not recovered from the incident just now.
When Wang Huai withdrew her strength, she clutched her neck and coughed, and fell to the ground along the wall.
And Pu Xi's hand that was raised above her head was also put down. He was not deeply corroded by the curse, but he recovered his clarity after a short period of confusion. The young man breathed a sigh of relief and immediately wiped the mark on the palm with his sleeve: "Sherlock, thanks."
When originally controlled by the marker, this smiling face could not be wiped off by external force, but now the owner of the marker is replaced by a pen fairy, which removes the curse and allows Pu Xi to wipe off the smiling face instantly.
Bi Xian: [I'm leaving now. 】
The cannibal's mouth is short, the hands are soft, and the pen fairy's tone is also relaxed a lot, and he greeted Sherlock with such a body.
Xiao Li stopped it: "There are three more questions."
No need for nothing.
Bi Xian: [...One, you have asked me two questions before. 】
Xiao Li recalled for a moment, and fixed his memory on the two interrogative sentences "How are you doing?" and "Look at this pen?"
"So stingy?" Xiao Li said.
Pen Xian: [Yes, don't you ask, if you don't ask, I'm leaving. 】
Xiao Li didn't hesitate: "What is the ability of the jailer here?"
[I can’t say that the ruling prison is a neutral organization in the main universe, parallel to the gods, and we can’t say anything about it. 】Bixiandao, 【This is also a problem, three are here, I'm leaving. 】
Xiao Li: "..."
Do you want to cross the river and demolish the bridge?
But this ruling prison seems a bit interesting.

[Bixian this traitor! If someone tells you to eat, you just eat? 】
[Bixian this guy, I only saw it refused to leave before, and the human who summoned it crying and begging it to leave. I didn’t expect it would run away in a hurry at this moment. It’s really him. . 】
[Frankly speaking, if it were you, would you not eat? After absorbing this pen, its power has increased again, and I want to eat it too. 】
[I originally came to see how humans are eaten, why did I see my kind eating my kind? 】
[Sherlock, human beings don't want to be a salesman, let me tell you. 】
[Mark pen is a trash, useless thing, change it to me, I must teach him how to behave! And you too, for a human being, is this necessary? 】
[Using my experience in encountering him in the first few copies, I can only give the remaining colleagues in the prison one piece of advice: run away! 】
[Haha, so risky, when I just saw him walking towards the mirror, I thought he was looking for me. Fortunately, without the candle here, I can't be so aggressive in the live broadcast. 】
[You fell off the horse in front...]

Zheng Yi turned the barrage with relish.
He was also watching the barrage before, and visited everyone’s live broadcast rooms, but there was generally no popularity at that time. The barrage also posted some "hurry up and die", "Your tip "The cry is so sweet" and "No one came to rescue you when you broke your throat". He was very uncomfortable to watch. At this moment, he found the fun of live broadcast and brushing the barrage.
He is not doing his job right there, and other people are not like him.
As soon as Park Xishun recovered, she was already asking about what happened to Lien Susu before.
Even Susu was still in a daze. After being asked several times by the strangers in front of her, she intermittently said everything she had come in.
Since discovering the abnormality of Shui Miao, Lian Susu has been looking for the exit of the prison.
However, she never found it. She fell asleep in her room exhausted last night. As soon as she opened her eyes, she found that Shui Miao, who had been cut off with only half of her head, appeared in front of her room. Infinitely drew that smiling face on Lian Susu's hand, and then stumbled to the opposite room.
Park Xishun asked disappointedly: "That's it?"
Lian Susu was afraid that they would abandon herself. She had recalled the past, and the eyes of the people in front of her were also hot. At this time in this haunted prison, only this pedestrian could give her some warmth.
She grabbed her hair and thought in pain. When Pu Xishun felt unable to ask anything, she gave up and turned around, she yelled: "Yes, there is one more thing!"
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