According to the rules, each person should only be allowed to ask one question.
However, Zhang Kun had already asked two questions in a row. Logically speaking, this was already a violation of the rules. However, it seemed that the Pen Spirit wasn't impatient or angry.
The others also noticed that the Pen Spirit had given Zhang Kun two answers. This meant that Zhang Kun had asked her two questions and nothing had happened!
This was different from what they had said at the beginning. They had agreed that each person could only ask one question. After asking, it would be the other person's turn.
This was because there was a taboo in the materials they had collected. It stated that one could not keep asking questions alone to avoid making the Pen Spirit feel annoyed.
Zuo Si turned around and signaled Zhang Kun with his eyes to stop asking. However, Zhang Kun acted as if he didn't see it.
Although his fear had dissipated a lot, the answer given by the Pen Spirit still made him feel very depressed.
He had finally made up his mind to confess, but he did not expect the success rate to be only 50%. He had treated her to a meal and brought her to the amusement park. Every time he went out, he was the one who treated her. Why was the success rate of confessing so low?
Could it be…that the Pen Spirit was not accurate?
"Bunshinsaba, are you sure about this? I'm so good to her. I pay for almost every time I go out. She's also very happy to play with me. How can it be 50%?!”
Zhang Kun was very unwilling. He wanted to ask the Pen Spirit.
However, this time, the Pen Spirit did not answer Zhang Kun's question.
At this moment, the pens in their hands suddenly stopped.
The pen that had stopped began to tremble slowly, as if something was about to come out.
As for the others, they felt the temperature in the air drop by more than ten degrees. It was as if they had fallen into an ice hole. The five of them felt cold all over their bodies!
The sudden change in the atmosphere made the five of them feel creeped out.
Zhang Kun was stunned for a moment. He had yet to recover from his shock. Then, he suddenly realized something.
He actually dared to question the Pen Spirit just now. Wasn't he courting death?
This was a taboo, a great taboo!
Zhang Kun's chin trembled violently, and tears were about to flow out of his eyes.
What should he do? Would the Pen Spirit suddenly get angry and kill him?!
When the others saw Zhang Kun's expression, they also realized something. However, they lowered their heads silently and did not dare to say anything. They were worried that the Pen Spirit would take them in.
Only Zuo Si, the leader of the group, asked Zhang Kun in a low voice.
"Zhang Kun! You should know what you shouldn't say!”
Zhang Kun was also shocked by Zuo Si's words. He replied with a trembling voice,"
"I…I'm just a little suspicious…Ah! No…I just wanted to ask the Pen Spirit if its answer was accurate.”
"That's all? You're just returning it?"
A male member of the fickle netizens was looking at Zhang Kun angrily. This guy actually dared to suspect the Pen Spirit.
It's fine if you're suspicious, but you should at least keep it in your heart. If you say it out loud, aren't you just trying to kill them!
Judging from the current situation, this matter was serious.
It seemed that the Pen Spirit was already angry.
The pen between their fingers had already begun to tremble violently, as if it was about to jump out.
It was obvious that the Pen Spirit was going to kill them.
They were not in the mood to blame Zhang Kun. After all, no matter how they blamed him, the matter had already been set free.
Moreover, if the Pen Spirit was angry now, the consequences would definitely be a hundred times worse.
Perhaps they would all stay here today to play with the Pen Spirit.
Now, even Zuo Si, who was the calmest at the beginning, could not help but start to panic in her heart.
"Zhang Kun! F * ck you! You've harmed all of us!"
The other four people looked at the pen that kept jumping with fear.
The fear in their hearts made their minds go blank. They could not think of anything at all.
……
'Ding…Faith Points 100.'
'Ding…Faith Points 100.'
This time, more than 400 Faith Points actually entered his pocket.
At this moment, the Pen Spirit's ethereal voice sounded in Tang Jie's mind.
"Master, do you want me to scare them?”
Tang Jie glanced at the five people in the live-stream who were panicking and smiled casually.
From the livestream, he already knew what question Zhang Kun had asked the Pen Spirit. If the Pen Spirit really existed, this guy's question was tantamount to courting death.
Unfortunately, this wasn't a real Pen Spirit.
In fact, the Pen Spirit he created did not feel angry. However, if it was so easy to talk to, it would not be called the Pen Spirit.
Since they had given him a stage to come on stage, wouldn't it be a pity not to use it?
"Just don't hurt anyone."
Tang Jie ordered calmly.
"Yes, my master!"
Whoosh.
A gust of cold wind blew past, causing the candles in the classroom, which were already very weak, to be blown out.
Zuo Si and the other three were shocked.
Previously, when they were doing this, they had locked the windows. Now, the classroom should be closed. Where did the wind come from?
Just as they were still thinking, they suddenly felt that the pen between their fingers was no longer shaking.
They looked at the pen together.
On the wooden table, between the fingers of the five of them, above the pen that had been clamped between their fingers, something seemed to have just come out of the pen.
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