The Abnormal Life of the Summoner

Chapter 7: Game change

Darkness enveloped the 234 dormitory, the flames flickered, and the pen tip slowly rotated. Whenever it pointed a person in the process of turning, the black mist surged once.

Luo Mang is more reckless, he hesitated a bit when he encountered a life-threatening game this time.

He asked himself, would he take a gamble?

At this time, Luo Mang stopped in his direction when he noticed that the pen tip turned the fourteenth circle.

The eyes of Chen Xi, Hu Jing, and Zhou Wenbin all fell on Luo Mang. Luo Mang was the number one macho in the 234 dormitory. He was tall and mighty, and was an athlete in the school games.

Feeling the gaze of his roommate, Luo Mang’s rough nerves immediately thought of not life threatening, but men’s inability to persuade him.

“It’s grandma, Luo Mang, I haven’t been afraid of anyone in my life. Isn’t it the curse of the supernatural game? Come on!”

Luo Mang grinned, and casually pulled out an embarrassment, “When I was eighteen years old, I jumped into the stinky ditch and touched the mouse, took it home and roasted it, crunchy and crispy.”

Chen Xi originally thought Luo Mang would be counseled.

Who is 18 years old and still jumping into the stinking ditch?

But when Chen Xi thought it was Luo Mang, there was such a possibility.

噗, Hu Jing laughed, and then the head of the room also laughed.

The originally silent and suppressed atmosphere was destroyed.

“Luo Mang, you won’t really jump, how come I sound like that.”

“Go, don’t make trouble.” Luo Mang put on an expression of who is serious and me and who is anxious.

With a click, Luo Mang’s candle also completed the self-extinguishing step.

After smiling, Chen Xi said seriously: “Luo Mang, be careful, the punishment should be coming soon.”

Luo Mang was waiting, in the surprised gaze of his roommates, he performed the standard squatting start action, ready to start instantly to hide from the knife.

However, the means of punishment is not limited to the knife.

No, Chen Xi heard footsteps in the corridor, and someone was approaching here step by step.

Two steps, four steps, six steps.

The footsteps were so clear and powerful that all of Luo Mang’s muscles tightened, ready to run away at any time.

Three seconds later, the sound of footsteps stopped outside the dormitory door, and there were three crisp knocks on the door.

Bang, bang, bang.

The knock on the door is very rhythmic, as if the time for the knock on the door has been calculated.

Luo Mang took a deep breath, still maintaining the ready-to-start position, and shouted to the door: “Who!”

“Student Luo Mang is here, there is your takeaway, slightly spicy fried rice.” The person outside shouted.

Luo Mang looked bewildered and looked at Chen Xi, who had a better understanding of the game of midnight brutal pen.

Chen Xi was also confused, and shook his head to indicate that he didn’t know.

“Why don’t you look at your phone, do you order takeaway?” Chen Xi reminded.

Upon Chen Xi’s mention, Luo Mang’s face changed in shock, “It seems that at eight o’clock in the evening, I ordered a fried rice takeaway, but the takeaway has never been delivered. I forgot about it. I should ask for a refund.”

Hearing Luo Mang’s words, the director’s expression was very confused, “Why do you want to order takeaway?”

“I’m hungry.” Luo Mang said without hesitation.

Chen Xi frowned secretly, is it such a coincidence?

“Well, it’s time to let the delivery staff get out, after all, we are still playing supernatural games…” Hu Jing whispered, with a low sense of existence.

Luo Mang’s eyes lit up and he shouted directly: “Yes, my classmates outside the door, I don’t want to take out, you go back soon!”

“Go back?” The deliveryman asked in a low voice.

Boom!

The sound of thunder sounded outside the door.

“You want me to go back?” The takeaway’s voice suddenly increased several levels.

“I worked hard for four hours before arriving at the door of your dormitory.

Four hours!

You asked me to send it back?

Why don’t you give it a try?

Why don’t you die! ”

The roar of 　　 was thunderous, making the four faces changed.

Chen Xi frowned, looked around and picked up the fruit knife inserted into the ground.

When the fruit knife was pulled out, cold light was everywhere, just staring at the edge of the blade, I couldn’t help squinting my eyes, and didn’t dare to look at the sharp edge of the blade.

“It looks like you can’t hide, Luo Mang, take it, and stabb him if necessary.”

“Yeah.” Luo Mang canceled the starting movement, got up and took the fruit knife with a solemn expression.

Ga, the doorknob of the dormitory moved.

Under all eyes, no one opened the door for him. The doorknob moved by itself, just like a black pen spinning without wind, slowly twisting it down.

Then the vermilion dormitory door was opened, and a figure in a yellow takeaway clothes stood outside the door.

Boom!

Thunder light flashed, bright as day.

The scene at the door is like a black and white old-fashioned photo. The deliveryman has a hideous complexion, his opened eyes are bloodshot, and his pupils are strange black and red.

In a blink of an eye, the delivery clerk threw off the take-out box and reached into the darkness with his right hand. He copied a pitch-black iron rod from nowhere and rushed over.

When Luo Mang saw this, his heart and liver were about to jump out.

“Come on!” Chen Xi and the director both shouted.

Luo Mang took a deep breath, took the chair with his left hand and threw it over, clenched the handle of the knife firmly with his right hand, and strode forward.

Boom.

The deliveryman hit the chair with a black stick, and the chair was knocked off.

The man in the yellow takeaway suit paused, his weight shifted back, and his body was slightly stiff.

It was this second pause that Luo Mang came with the fruit knife that cut bricks like mud.

“go to hell!”

Luo Mang looked crazy and stabbed directly at the heart.

I saw the cold light flashing by.

噗!

The fruit knife pierced into the heart of the takeaway man without any suspense!

Then Chen Xi, Zhou Wenbin, and Hu Jing came next to each other, holding a chair in their hands, and smashing them violently.

Three times, the deliveryman was smashed to the ground without any backhand strength, and was directly knocked to the ground by everyone, and the black stick also slipped down.

The four of them did not dare to stop and breathe. Luo Mang kept locking the deliveryman’s neck with his arms, and the director locked the deliveryman’s arms.

Hu Jing sat on the takeaway’s waist, Chen Xi picked up the black iron rod, ready to hit someone at any time.

The violent deliveryman was suppressed, unable to exert any force, unable to move.

Everyone is relieved, it should be safe.

Chen Xi glanced at the deliveryman’s back. There was a protruding silver tip. A closer look was the tip of the fruit knife. It turned out that the fruit knife had penetrated the deliveryman’s body.

“what?”

There is no blood in the wound of this takeaway. Instead, a few strands of black tobacco appeared, flying into the air and disappearing slowly.

Hearing Chen Xi’s voice, everyone glanced at the takeaway’s wound.

The wound at the tip of the knife continuously overflowed with black smoke like catkins, slowly blending into the air, and disappearing.

The delivery staff are not flesh and blood!

“Not alive!”

Luo Mang’s hands trembled a little, what was going on with this weird life.

Facing the unknown, Luo Mang was very upset, for fear that the deliveryman suddenly transformed into an alien shape and tore apart the four people present.

“This product is disappearing, you see, the rate of loss of shredded tobacco has accelerated.”

The black tobacco on the wounds grew more and more, melted into the air and dissipated.

“Really.” Chen Xi said in surprise.

But I turned to thinking, when people bleed, don’t they also flow more and more.

Could these catkin-like shredded tobacco be the blood of this “person”?

After a while, the delivery staff has melted into a cloud of smoke and disappeared.

There are no takeaways, the tight heartstrings of the four slow down a little.

But before they could catch their breath, there was a clucking sound in the room—the black pen was turning!

The hearts of the four are tense again, and the game is still going on.

There are two candles still burning, one is Hu Jing and the other is Chen Xi.

The four people were silent and returned to their positions.

During the 　　 period, Luo Mang opened his clothes and looked at his muscles. He was still a hunk with eight pack abs. He couldn’t see the specific enhancement effect. It is estimated that he would have to try a few laps to estimate whether his physical fitness has improved.

The black pen was still turning, and stopped in the direction of Hu Jing’s candle on the seventh lap.

Hu Jing’s mouth was trembling, and it took a minute to say: “When I was nine years old, my mother also bought me a girl’s outfit, a floral skirt, with photos.”

After 　　 finished speaking, the candle continued to burn and did not go out.

The black pen starts to turn.

Chen Xi and the three were stunned, the candle did not go out, no supernatural punishment occurred, and the black pen started to turn directly. What does it mean?

Hu Jing told the truth!

Why did Hu Jing’s mother who wanted to complain about her son’s love for women’s clothing, but now the three roommates are silent.

It seems that Hu Jing is afraid to play this game and chooses to spend it safely.

After all, not everyone has the courage to take risks, Chen Xi expressed his understanding.

The black pen moved slowly.

Seven circles, fourteen circles, twenty-one circles…

This time the black pen has been spinning, and after turning twenty-eight laps, it is still moving, with no intention of stopping at all.

The darkness in the room surging quietly.

The light becomes dim.

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Luo Mang, Hu Jing, and Zhou Wenbin looked at the black pen slowly turning around, and they were a little sleepy. They couldn’t tell whether they were staring at the black pen or the black pen.

gradually closed his eyelids, his head dropped and lifted like a fishing rod.

Chen Xi was also a little sleepy, nervous for so long, and exhausted. He wanted to sleep in bed very much.

He closed his eyelids and dropped his head slightly.

Chen Xi suddenly felt something wrong.

Even if he is sleepy, he can’t sleep. The game is not over yet, he has to finish the round completely, otherwise the game will go wrong.

“Are you all sleepy? The game is not over yet, don’t sleep.” Chen Xi reminded.

After closing the eyelids, the three of them didn’t open them, as if they were asleep, and muttered in a dream: “Yeah.”

The black pen is still spinning. Due to the small nap just now, Chen Xi doesn’t know which lap the black pen will turn.

One lap, two laps, and even dozens of laps later, the black pen kept turning, without stopping to point to Chen Xi at all.

Chen Xi began to sweat on his head.

The supernatural game is here, and the cards are not played according to common sense.

Hasn’t his curse been lifted yet?

Chen Xi thought for a while, and simply took another shot. Anyway, the blood dripped without trouble.

So he took out a needle, pierced his finger, dripped a drop of blood on his candle again, and put on a band-aid.

The flame of the candle was compressed into a ball again, and the blood rolled in it, dyed blood red, ready to bloom.

Also at this time, Chen Xi noticed a cold vision in the room, and he subconsciously glanced at the bottom of the bed opposite, and his pupils shrank.

He saw an eye in the darkness.

White eyes, black and red pupils.

is looking at himself.