The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

Six young people who like adventure formed a group during vacation and ventured into the mountains. They accidentally got lost and stumbled into an ancient house that had been abandoned for many years. Since then, absurd and terrifying supernatural events have occurred frequently. How should they solve the mystery and get out of the fog?

The popularity of the script "Crooked" is not only due to the logically rigorous story, but also the various real psychic rituals that are an important factor in why it was banned by major stores.

In order to find out the truth about the ancient house, six players playing different roles need to perform an immersive ghost-calling ritual.

Under the leadership of the DM who read the narration, everyone gradually became immersed in this absurd and mysterious story, and the plot also smoothly developed to the first soul-calling ritual: the dish fairy.

The props team took out a professional fairy plate. The four corners of the plate were lit with candles, and a column of soul-inducing incense was inserted in the front to connect the yin and yang realms.

There is a small reversed plate in the center of the dish, with a small arrow drawn on the edge, with an edict written on it, used to refer to a certain word. The entire dish is a huge circle, with about 2000 or 3000 words densely packed on it. .

Players need to prick their fingertips, let the blood drip into the plate, place one finger gently on the edge of the plate without force, and must repeat the summoning spell together.

When the plate moves, the summoning is considered successful.

In order to create a scary atmosphere, only four small candles on the fairy plate were kept in the secret room. The candlelight was dim and dim, and the people around him could barely be seen clearly.

After DM finished reciting the rules, everyone followed the instructions, dripping blood, reciting the incantation, and repeated it three or four times without any abnormalities. Everyone went from staring at the Dishian Plate to looking at each other in confusion when there was no movement, and the atmosphere became awkward.

"I said, forget it if it doesn't work. There are so many ghosts in the world. If there are really ghosts, wouldn't the world be in chaos?" Wei Jin was careless and took the lead to break the silence. The atmosphere was enough, but it was a pity that he didn't believe those things. .

As the future heir of the Wei family, Wei Jin inevitably saw some black industries after his father Wei. There were countless victims who died unjustly because of pornography, gambling and drugs, and they never turned into ghosts and came back for revenge.

It's just a story compiled by capitalists for profit. Do any fools really believe it?

Wei Jin glanced at the shivering fat man and Wang Linxuan with a fearful expression opposite him, with disdain in his heart.

DM has played horror books many times and can be called an experienced veteran player, but this situation is still relatively rare. This is because among the customers I have taken care of before, the ritual of summoning the Disc Fairy has basically been completed smoothly. Either a few players were playing tricks, or the real thing was attracted.

It's really surprising that the disc is motionless.

"Everyone needs to close their eyes when reciting the spell. If you are sincere, the fairy will come." DM leads the players through the plot diligently, and the standard broadcasting tone brings back the atmosphere. Even though they were here, everyone didn't want to go in vain, so they followed the instructions and closed their eyes.

Darkness amplifies people's senses, and the slight breathing sounds around them can be heard clearly.

Song Jiu recited the incantation, his eyelids were closed tightly and started to beat uneasily. He suddenly felt that the air pressure around him had dropped, and the inconspicuous but regular air flow brushed against his skin, causing waves of hair-raising chills.

He instinctively felt a little cold.

Uncomfortable.

The air flow was very close, almost touching the exposed skin of the right arm, carrying a sticky moisture, as if someone was lying on the arm and smelling it.

Lu Lie was sitting next to him. Song Jiu's free hand couldn't help but touch to the right until it was firmly covered by the other big hand. His anxious heart calmed down inexplicably.

There was no wind in the closed secret room, but the white candles at the four corners of the dish were automatically swaying left and right, and everyone was blown open their eyes by a chill.

The plate moved.

DM stared at the moving plate, his face looking a little pale. The last time he opened this book, he encountered those things, which made him unlucky for a month. He asked for a peace charm at the temple to get rid of the entanglement. I just hope someone is playing tricks this time and not the real thing.

With a pale face, he dutifully guided the players to unfold the game plot: "You can ask questions now."

This script has a relatively high degree of freedom. In addition to the necessary reasoning plot, players can freely play in the psychic ritual.

Wei Jin became interested and spoke first: "Die Xian, Die Xian, I want to know what my future will be like?" After saying that, he stared at the Dixian plate moving on the paper playfully. He was born into a wealthy family with the golden key in his mouth. If you want to know the material, it should be a word about happiness, wealth and wealth.

However, the plate in the center shook everyone's fingers, and the small arrow finally pointed to the word 'death'.

There was a moment of dead silence.

Wei Jin's expression changed, and he looked around at the people with different expressions. He paused when he passed by Lu Lie. He suspected that someone among them deliberately cursed him, but there was no evidence.

"It doesn't seem to be very accurate." He sneered disdainfully.

Lu Qiuxue acted like a girlfriend and said some words of comfort: "Ajin, don't be angry. You're just a broken plate that doesn't know anything. It's normal to not understand."

Her gaze vaguely glanced at the disgusting person, and her sarcastic tone meant something: "I haven't seen the ghost. I'm afraid it's some bug with a twisted personality who is causing trouble behind the scenes."

He didn't mention anyone by name, but everyone knew who Lu Qiuxue was scolding.

Seeing that the atmosphere was gradually getting a little wrong, Wang Linxuan quickly smoothed things over and changed the subject: "It's my turn, Dixian Dixian, are you by our side?"

The arrow on the plate moved slowly and landed on 'Yes'.

The temperature in the secret room has dropped significantly to the naked eye. It is obviously a hot summer day, and even wearing a thin top is suffocating, but everyone always feels that the room is eerie.

Although Wang Linxuan did not believe in ghosts and gods, he was inevitably affected by the psychological effects and felt a little fear in his heart. Except for the light from the table, it was pitch black behind them. He swallowed hard, raised his eyelids and looked around at the faces of everyone looming in the candlelight. Suddenly, he seemed to have seen something terrible, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

He saw that Lu Lie's shadow reflected on the wall was emitting a strange black gas, like black tentacles spreading around with teeth and claws, squirming and twisting.

Greedily touching Song Jiu's shadow next to him.

Wang Linxuan blinked wildly, thinking that he had seen it wrong, but when he opened his eyes, the ferocious black energy did not disappear, but became more active when he touched the shorter shadow.

what happened? Why didn't anyone around see this? Why not surprised?

Suddenly, Lu Lie raised his eyelids and stared straight at him. There was a strange arc in the flickering candlelight, which made Wang Linxuan's heart tremble and his whole body tremble.

"You...can't you see it? Lu Lie...those black...black energy." Wang Linxuan's trembling fingertips pointed at the tall boy opposite. Everyone looked in his direction, but there was nothing there, just a normal shadow outline.

Lu Qiuxue played with her long hair with her free hand and said to Wang Linxuan: "Hey, don't bring up tricks to scare children. It's outdated long ago. But the script has already started, even if you are afraid, You have to endure it to finish the plot." She rolled her eyes subtly.

"But, but I really saw it." When Wang Linxuan turned his head and looked again, the shadow had returned to normal, while Lu Lie lowered his eyelids and focused his gaze on the dish, with no expression on his face.