After dying a hundred thousand times, I become a god in a strange world

"How should I ask?" Fang Xiu asked, holding the pen.

"Hold the pen, place the tip of the pen on the white paper, draw a circle, recite the incantation, Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, you are my past life, I am your present life, and then you will feel a cold hand holding your hand. Hand, then you can ask." Yang Ming explained.

Fang Xiu nodded, then held the pen, pointed it on the white paper, and began to draw a circle.

"Pixian Bixian, you are my past life, and I am your present life."

As the process was completed, a cold breath suddenly spread from the pen.

Suddenly, Fang Xiu's hand that was drawing circles suddenly stopped. It wasn't him who stopped on his own initiative, but a cold palm held his hand.

It was a woman's hand, very cold, like a corpse, and invisible from sight, like a ghost.

Everyone present was a spiritual master. Naturally, they all felt the cold aura, and their expressions became a little unnatural.

The horror level of this immortal is not low.

Fortunately, it has its own set of rules and is not a mass killing, otherwise it would be extremely harmful.

"You can ask now." Yang Ming reminded.

Fang Xiu did not answer, but asked directly to Bixian: "What is the weird truth of this world?"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Yang Ming and others changed drastically.

"Fang Xiu! What are you asking?!"

"Are you crazy! You can't afford the price of this kind of problem!"

Fang Xiu ignored everyone, but stared at the pen in his hand very calmly.

Suddenly, the pen moved!

It was like going crazy, driving Fang Xiu's hand to quickly scribble on the white paper.

rustle.......

The range of movements became larger and larger, and the white paper was directly scratched, and even the table had scratches.

The cold atmosphere in the conference room suddenly increased.

"what!!!"

A shrill female voice burst out from the pen, deafening!

Everyone covered their ears at this moment, their faces were ferocious, and veins popped out on their faces. Even Wang Dehai, an ordinary person, bled from his orifices and died on the spot.

Fang Xiu, who was the first to bear the brunt, frowned.

Can’t answer? Still don't dare to answer?

next moment.

boom!

A loud bang sounded.

Fang Xiu's whole body exploded on the spot, and blood and minced flesh sprayed all over the walls of the meeting.

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"Pixian Bixian, you are my past life, and I am your present life."

"Why can I roll back after death?"

boom!

Fang Xiu exploded again.

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"Pixian Bixian, you are my past life, and I am your present life."

"Why am I the only one in the world who can see weird things?"

boom.......

"Who wrote the bloody words on the ceiling?"

boom.......

"How can I kill my wife?"

boom.......

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"Pixian Bixian, you are my past life, and I am your present life."

The cold breath appeared again, and a cold female hand held Fang Xiu's hand.

"You can ask now." Yang Ming reminded him as before.

Fang Xiu, who had died several times, already knew that. With Bi Xian's level of terror, he was simply unable to answer those secrets, or rather he did not dare to answer them.

The consequence of forced questioning is that Bixian will fall into madness and he will die.

This also shows that the questions I asked are too deep and cannot be grasped at the moment.

"Where can we find the true form of the nightmare?" Fang Xiu asked calmly.

This time, Bixian didn't go crazy. Instead, he held Fang Xiu's hand and started writing on the white paper.

Of course, in everyone's sight, only Fang Xiu himself could be seen holding a pen and writing something.

Soon, a few black words were written on the white paper.

【temple】

Seeing these two words, everyone was stunned.

Yang Ming even scolded directly: "This is a bad thing. There are dozens of large and small temples in Luteng City. Who knows where it refers to?"

Fang Xiu frowned slightly. He didn't expect that this pen fairy was still a damn Riddler.

Just when he was about to continue asking which temple it was, the price arrived.

He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Looking down, he was shocked to find that there was a big hole in his chest, as if something invisible was eating away at his chest.

His intestines, kidneys, heart and other organs gradually turned into nothingness.

His consciousness blurred, and he could vaguely hear the exclamations of everyone in his ears, but the sounds became farther and farther away, becoming more and more blurry.

When he was dying, Fang Xiu was thinking that his luck was really not so bad, maybe it was because Yang Ming was around.

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Fang Xiu, who filed back again, chose to directly ask which temple it was, and this time he finally got the most accurate answer.

Putuo Temple.

The price this time was the disappearance of the head.

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"Wang Ju, don't forget that my ability is luck. If you ask me, the price may be just one of my JB hairs."

Yang Ming smiled broadly, then picked up the pen and started writing circles on the white paper.

At this time, a calm voice sounded: "No need to ask, the real body of Nightmare is in Putuo Temple."

Everyone was stunned for a moment. They followed the sound and found that it was Fang Xiu who was speaking.

"How do you know that Nightmare is in Putuo Temple?" Yang Ming said in a daze.

Why did the answer come out first before I even asked it?

Under everyone's gaze, Fang Xiu said calmly: "Don't forget that my ability is perception. I have already sensed it."

As soon as this statement came out, only a few insiders such as Wang Dehai and Yang Ming understood what Fang Xiu meant.

What kind of perception is clearly predicted.

Yang Ming also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although his ability was lucky and he had many trump cards to support it, no one was willing to gamble his life with Bi Xian.

If Bixian's ability was really that useful, then he wouldn't be sealed in the box of steel of the soul.

"Since you have already sensed it, Yang Ming, you don't need to ask anymore." Wang Dehai said.

Listening to Wang Dehai's words, those spiritual masters who didn't know Fang Xiu felt puzzled.

Why is it such a child's play?

Putuo Temple is dozens of kilometers away from the Investigation Bureau. What kind of divine sense does it take to be able to sense that far away?

A private spiritual master said directly: "Director Wang, do you know how far away is Putuo Temple from here? He, a first-level spiritual master, can sense nightmares with his head?"

Wang Dehai said in a deep voice: "Fang Xiu is a special perception spiritual master. His perception is different from the traditional sense. Since he perceives it, it must be true."

The private spiritual master wanted to say something more, but Yang Ming interrupted him directly: "What you have to do now is not to question, but to unconditionally believe in the Investigation Bureau and Fang Xiu. We will not joke with you with our own lives." .”

After all, it was Yang Ming, the only third-level spiritual master in Luteng City, who spoke with more weight. He immediately suppressed all doubts as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Fang Xiu, since you sensed that the real body of the nightmare is in Putuo Temple, what should we do next?" Yang Ming asked.

Everyone was immediately more surprised and looked at Fang Xiu frequently.

They never expected that Yang Ming, the director and captain of the Investigation Bureau, would trust Fang Xiu so much.

Not only do you unconditionally trust the other person's perception, but now you even have to ask him how to act.