Hao, who was constantly hypnotizing himself, seemed to have confirmed his inner thoughts. The guy who was pulled out from the mirror in front of him was definitely the True Brush Spirit that he had not sent away.
He didn't feel any psychological pressure beating up ghosts. In fact, the fear he felt before faded a lot with each wave of his hand.
Hao, who had used up a lot of energy and was really tired this time, looked at the middle-aged Mediterranean man who was lying on the ground without moving. He ridiculed him with a slightly neurotic tone,"What kind of Pen Spirit are you? You can't even beat me…"
Before he could finish his sentence, Hao heard the faint sound of a paintbrush.
He turned his head and saw that the ballpoint pen on the old desk had started scribbling on the white paper again.
He was shocked, Could it be that the Pen Spirit hasn't left yet?”
After asking himself this question, Hao became nervous again. He obediently went forward to see what the Pen Spirit had drawn again.
When he saw the work of the scribbles clearly, it turned out to be the scribbles of a certain Pen Spirit that he had just beaten up. The bloody chair leg that he had been holding in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
He clearly remembered that this was the third doodle he had seen, and every time a " dead person " appeared, the ballpoint pen would draw the corresponding doodle at the end.
For example, the first time was when the fake Pen Spirit Little Wang, whom he had specially found, was possessed and jumped off the building.
The second time was when Old Zhou was dragged into the mirror world by his own shadow in the mirror. The entire living person was completely gone.
The third time, he was the main character, and he was the one who had hammered the Pen Spirit.
Hao, who had a chill in his head, slowly turned his head to look at the almost dead Pen Spirit behind him, as if he had confirmed a fact.
In front of the live broadcast camera, Hao asked himself,"Is he not the Pen Spirit? Is he really Big Lychee?"
However, Hao's next move completely exceeded the expectations of the netizens watching the live broadcast.
Hao carried the 'guest actor' who had been beaten to death by him on his back with a slightly neurotic expression. He laboriously carried him to the front of the broken mirror and pushed him into the mirror like a madman.
He kept repeating," You must be lying to me, right? You're the Pen Spirit. The other side of the mirror is your world. Go back quickly."”
But now, that mirror was just an ordinary item. How could a person stuff it into the mirror world?
Hao, who kept talking to himself, was obviously in a bad mental state.
Seeing that the 'guest actor' he was carrying was not cooperating with him to enter the mirror world, Hao broke down and cried out loud,"Why don't you go in? You can't be alive. I…I think I killed someone.”
Just as Hao was about to break down, he looked up at himself in the mirror. It was that familiar stiff smile, smiling at him like a puppet.
Before Hao could react, his own reflection in the mirror moved as if it was alive.
In the next moment, a hand reached out from the mirror world. Hao watched helplessly as the hand grabbed his wrist. An irresistible force wanted to pull him into the mirror world.
Hao, who was scared out of his mind, shouted,"Gun, don't pull me, pull him in, quickly pull him in!!”
There was no dialogue or question. In the mirror, he was still smiling like a puppet. He was slowly pulled into the mirror.
Until a certain critical point, the neurotic Hao began to laugh."Haha, everything is fake, it's all fake. I didn't kill anyone, I didn't kill anyone!”
Then, he wailed," Brother Ghost, please let me go. I won't play with the Pen Spirit anymore."”
Still not answering, the neurotic Hao became angry again and scolded loudly,"F * ck you, damn thing. If you have the ability, come out and fight me one-on-one. If I can hammer you to death once, I can hammer you to death countless times. Come on, risk your life!”
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Fear, panic, madness, pleading, these series of expressions kept changing on Hao's face. As the only audience member, Lin Yi looked at Hao's expression and sighed, shaking his head."You're scared out of your wits. You don't have the guts to play Jill's soul exploration live broadcast and still want to hammer this and that.”
Lin Yi sighed again. He couldn't be bothered to bully a fresh lunatic anymore. With a mental command, he took the initiative to cancel the effect of the Panic Pen Spirit's Illusionary Secret Room that covered the entire abandoned school.
In front of the live broadcast camera.
The deranged Hao found that his reflection in the mirror had become blurry and then disappeared.
At the same time, the ballpoint pen that was erected on the white paper had already been quietly put away by Lin Yi.
On the other hand, Hao, who was really scared out of his mind, walked out of the abandoned school building like a madman.
Along the way, Hao's sometimes crazy laughter or painful wails could be heard. His figure slowly disappeared into the night.
Lin Yi, who was about to leave, felt a little melancholic when he saw this scene.
Previously, whether it was Little Wang who was the scapegoat or Old Zhou who was caught in the mirror, they looked like they were killed by ghosts. In fact, they were all designed by the illusory space. They were just scared out of their wits and hid.
However, at this moment, Hao, who had already taken the initiative to remove the illusion space and was scared into a lunatic, probably wouldn't be as lucky as the previous two.
Lin Yi, whose thoughts suddenly became a little complicated, sighed again and said to himself,"What a good young man. Sigh, it's a pity that he was blackmailed.”
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The fourth watch is presented ~
P.S. Even though I made up Hao as a soul streamer, when I wrote the ending, I first wrote that he went crazy and then jumped off a building to die. However, when I saw that it didn't feel right at all, I changed it to that he went crazy and disappeared into the sea of people.
In addition, I'm asking for a daily flower ticket to thank my friends ~
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