The supper time was nine o'clock in the evening. Because of the fall of Caroline and his wife, Nick had to go to the kitchen to make one or two sandwiches, and sat on the small dining table in the room, simply solving his supper.

The small dining table is not big, and the two of them sit at both ends, with a mirror in the middle, taking up all the positions!

Nick took a deep bite of the sandwich and swallowed it in a mouthful of sour cucumber.

"I won't ask why you have to put a mirror while we are having dinner." Nick bites the sandwich and said vaguely: "When will we go to watch the fun?"

"Ah!" Chen Ang raised his head, looking a little confused.

Nick said speechlessly: "It was the mirror you asked me to install, don't forget it. I hid the mirror in various places they absolutely did not expect, and it will be late at night soon. If there is really something in the mirror, then there is fun downstairs to see!"

After Chen Ang finished eating, he wiped his hands on the napkin next to the table and said, "Don't be anxious... In order to better understand the things in the mirror, we might as well play a few games first!"

Nick said: "What game?"

"It's not popular in the United States, but in Asia, our mystic culture is very popular to communicate with the dead... It's not the communication between your psychic media, but the United States believes in more professionals. In Asia, we usually invite a few friends to explore the secrets of ghosts and gods... In this regard, we are full of adventure spirit, commonly known as death!"

"This time we will play a game that is particularly popular in the East Asian cultural circle!" Chen Ang took out a piece of paper and a pen and placed it on the table.

"Bixian!"

"Brush Elf?" Nick repeated the English translation of "Brush Elf". He had no idea what terrible elves are. In the European and American cultural circles, elves refer to naughty creatures like Peter Pan.

"Divine divination by the undead!" Chen Ang changed to a translator.

"The rules are like this. Generally speaking, some tedious rituals are required before the game is carried out, such as preparing tributes, calling for the dead, and attaching to this pen. However, because the undead we need to call for this time is very active, these rituals are not necessary."

"Now, we write two words on paper, yes and no. After divination and explanation, we will hold the pen together and ask questions. Where the tip of the pen moves is the answer given by the undead." Chen Ang wrote two words on paper, then held the pen in one hand, and placed the tip of the pen in the middle of the paper.

"By the way!" Chen Ang took a black cloth, covered his hand, and said, "I temporarily improved the game. During the game, we held the pen's hand and covered it under a black cloth."

"The weird East Asian divination game!" Nick muttered.

But he still stretched out a hand and held the pen with Chen Ang. The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. The two were silent for a moment, and Nick said, "Have you ever considered this situation in your game?"

Chen Ang's face looked a little weird: "This game is usually played by little girls in school. The creator of the game does not seem to consider the size of the black man's palm. Just pinch the pen with two fingers!"

After Chen Ang said that, he changed to his index finger and middle finger to bend the lower end of the pen holder. Nick pinched the upper end with his thumb and index finger sideways. At this time, a cold and slender hand suddenly touched it and grabbed the middle end of the pen holder. Chen Ang and Nick watched helplessly as the end of the black cloth approaching the mirror began to bulge.

It was like a person in the mirror stretching out a hand and inserting it in.

"I think, now we can start divination!" Nick cleared his throat and said, "I want to know, does the Holy Shield know where the fifth seal is?"

As soon as the words were finished, the pen holder did not move as if it were a mountain, and the hand seemed to have no intention of moving the pen holder.

But after a while, the pen tip began to move slowly, and Nick felt a force pulling the pen tip to no position.

Nick suddenly slapped heavily with his right hand, stood up, and said furiously: "It's you moving the pen tip, I saw you exert force! This divination game is a scam..."

Chen Ang also slapped the table, stood up, and shouted: "Because you need to ask a question it knows, idiot!"

Nick was still angry: "What I need is an answer to a question I don't know. If it can't even answer this, then it's a ghost divination. What's the use of me?"

"It's just a dead soul. Don't ask this question with such a supreme wizard that you can't even see the answer with the time gem! You are so awesome, why don't you ask the omniscient and omnipotent God?" Chen Ang said: "It only knows what's happening in this house. Don't make things difficult for others, okay?"

Nick then sat down, continued to cover the black cloth upwards, and asked, "Are you the one who was killed by a wizard?"

As soon as the sentence was finished, the hand began to force slightly. It pulled the tip of the pen in one direction, but Nick held the pen and tried hard. The pen holder seemed to have taken root and was pulled and stayed in place. The hand pulled twice and found that it could not be pulled, so he began to pull the pen holder even harder.

Now the strength it uses is far beyond that of an ordinary man.

However, Nick has strength, and he couldn't hold back two tons of brute force from the infinite formula transformation. He pinched it tightly, letting the hand pull it, and the tip of the pen remained majestic.

Chen Ang couldn't bear to watch it anymore. He looked up at Nick and said, "Are you in a tug of war?"

"Give me a little respect for the Pen Immortal... It's almost crying!"

Nick then let go, and moved the pen tip to Yes' position with his hand. He replied sincerely: "I just want to test its power... Although these necromancers have no entity, their power is very strong, equivalent to a well-trained boxer. And they are heavyweight boxers... like big-mouthed guys!"

Chen Ang sighed helplessly. He took out a small box from behind and took out an armor component with an engine from it. Stark often uses a palm with a jet thruster, and there are small compensation engine gloves in all directions.

"The battle suit parts prepared for Miss Pots!" Chen Ang explained to Nick: "I happened to carry them with me and I was ready to take them for the God Spear to inspect!"

Chen Ang put on mecha gloves, pinched the pen holder, and made an invitation gesture to Nick: "Come on, continue!"

"Are the Carolines in this house just the wizard who killed you?" Nick continued to ask.

This time, under the threat of Chen Ang holding the mecha gloves, Nick did not hold the pen holder anymore, but he began to use the electric shock bracelet produced by S.H.E.L.D. to discharge the electric shock of the hand with high voltage. The chirping electric current sounded on the pen holder pulled by three hands. Ziz's dazzling current emitted a Tesla electric circle reaction from the tip of the pen.

Chen Ang had to use hedging current to power Nick until his whole body twitched.

Seeing the pen staying in Yes' position again, a trace of burnt smell began to appear on his body, his hair was raised against his scalp, and Nick, who was still twitching from time to time, got up from under the table, and said, "It's not afraid of electricity! It's likely that it won't react to energy attacks."

Asked again: "These two wizards are the black servants who once served bankers?"

Chen Ang wore Edman alloy gloves and watched the high-energy laser pass through his hand. The shell of Edman alloy vibrating alloy was sparkling, and the black cloth had been cut by the laser. Nick's five fingertips were wearing small laser generators, and his right hand was holding sunglasses and hung them on the bridge of his nose.

“It won’t be damaged by lasers either…so why don’t they come out during the day?”

Nick looked a little solemn.

If that kind of thing is invisible and intangible, and will not be physically damaged (Nick has just confirmed it with a knife), will not be damaged by electric current, and will not be afraid of lasers, then most technological means will not work for it. And that thing has the power that is comparable to a strongman, can directly interfere with reality with physical means, and has a certain degree of wisdom. If there are some special means, then it will be a very difficult type of enemy.

"If it is scientifically...yes, daytime only means that the earth can accept the sun's light, but from the perspective of mysticism... daytime is not that simple, it has some special meanings." Chen Ang said.

"The three elements of mysticism are time sequences, symbols, and rituals."

"Some witchcraft and magic in the will, the conceptual symbols are very important. What they need is the metaphysical concept formed by subjectivity on matter, the product of human consciousness reflecting reality, some informatics elements, some... concepts!"

"Yes, they cannot come out during the day because most people are afraid of darkness. When human genes are spreading, they remember some fear of nocturnal predators in their genes. Those humans who fear darkness survived, and the genes they carry fear darkness passed down."

"So, compared to the night, people think that day is safe!"

"Light and fire can give them a sense of security."

"So, we have the concept of safety during the day, and human consciousness gives it the meaning of safety, so when facing something, it can protect us!"

Nick said: "But there are many images of giving the concept of protection and security. I just tried it with the cross and it is completely unafraid of the cross..."

Chen Ang replied: "The 'spirit' formed by different cultural concepts also has different ways of dealing with it. As the saying goes... If you believe, you have it, and if you don't believe it, you don't. Voodoo uses red brick powder to defend against enemies, Catholics believe that salt can drive away evil spirits, Japan believes that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and China uses cinnabar to restrain ghosts."

"A ghost born in a culture can only be dealt with by using the concept unique to this culture."

"With foreign holy objects to drive away evil in our country, and with foreign swords to kill the officials of our dynasty. How can this be done?"

"If you want to know why the ghosts here cannot be expelled with Catholic relics, then ask how those wizards created these ghosts?"

Chen Ang turned around and asked Bixian, "Do you want to take revenge?"

The pen that no one took was standing up on the paper, and under the control of an invisible force, the pen tip slowly moved to the 'yes'.

Chen Ang asked Nick to take a step first, grabbed the pen and went to the door of the room. He turned his back to the room, threw the pen back, and behind him was quiet.

Chen Ang smiled slightly and walked downstairs.

Nick was waiting for him in front. He heard Chen Ang's footsteps. He was about to turn around and was pressed down by Chen Ang. Chen Ang whispered: "Don't look back! Go forward... to meet the two great wizards who meet us. You have to tell them... Their good friends are coming to see them!"
Chapter completed!