It's broken, I'm playing a really weird development game

The night was dark, and the rain had turned from heavy rain to fine heavy rain.

It was more like fine moderate rain than heavy rain. Although the rain did not decrease much, the raindrops were much smaller, which was a disguised improvement in the weather.

The vague uneasiness in Wu Wen's heart finally subsided.

He was scared to death, and thought that the rain was not normal!

At this time, Wu Wen and Renpi were standing back to back in the middle of the alley. The dark alley was extremely quiet, and there were no street lights. All he could see was darkness.

However, this did not affect Wu Wen. After all, although his eyes were not considered night vision, there was no difference between the clearly layered darkness and night vision.

The alley was cold, so cold that one could hear one's own breathing.

The one and the skin had made all the preparations.

"Okay, start!" Wu Wen gave an order, and he and the skin began to move forward in their respective directions.

"Huahua..." The footsteps slid through the accumulated water, making a gurgling sound, but this sound was immediately overwhelmed by the shouts of the one and the skin, which was a little weird in the darkness.

"Human skin!"

"Chiji!"

Wu Wen continued to move forward without stopping, while the skin looked back from time to time, shouting and laughing.

It felt that this game was fun.

Wu Wen and the skin did not stop their movements, and as the two of them moved forward, the shouts in their mouths did not increase.

"Human skin!"

"Chijiji!"

"Human skin!"

"Chijiji!"

As the footsteps continued to wade through the accumulated water, Wu Wen listened to the sound of the skin, holding the hand axe tightly in his hand, ready to turn around and chop back at any time.

According to Yao Yuan, after the game successfully summoned the spirit, the shouting sound he heard would no longer decrease.

But now the shouting sound of the human skin was indeed getting weaker as the two people gradually moved away.

In other words, the summoning of the spirit had not yet succeeded.

Wu Wen's breathing became weaker and weaker, and a cold sense of death continued to surge in his heart, making his mind more and more focused.

Many tasks had long made him no longer afraid, but calm and terrifying.

He was like a tiger waiting for prey to appear, concentrating and ready to start hunting at any time.

But unfortunately, until the man and the skin walked to the end of the alley, the decrease in shouting sound was still normal.

Wu Wen frowned, turned around quickly, and looked at the human skin behind him.

For some reason, he now felt that he hoped there was something following him.

But unfortunately, there was nothing behind him, and there was nothing behind the human skin.

It seems that the summoning of the spirit failed.

Wu Wen was slightly disappointed, then waved at the human skin and said, "Come back, do it again!"

The human skin slid on the water with a chirping sound, and ran back to Wu Wen.

Wu Wen also took a step and returned to the original position, and continued to stand back to back with the human skin.

"Start!"

With Wu Wen's order again, the human skin and Wu Wen began to move again.

"Huahua..." The sound of legs sliding through the puddles sounded again, breaking the silence in the alley.

"Human skin!"

"Chiji!"

Wu Wen called the human skin's name again, and then walked forward step by step.

A trace of coldness spread behind Wu Wen, and Wu Wen's eyes lit up as he felt the slightly abnormal feeling on his body.

"Hiss, it feels like something is coming!"

Wu Wen was a little surprised, but he still didn't stop.

When fishing, you often wait for the fish to bite the hook for a while before pulling it up, otherwise the hook is not yet firmly hung and the fish is easy to get off the hook. Wu Wen was also in this state of mind at this moment.

He even thought that he could pretend to be completely unaware, and when this ghost thing was ready to attack him, he would turn around and directly blow it up.

As for how he knew when this ghost thing would attack, and how to avoid its attack?

Hey, the thing lying in the shadow on his back was not a kind thing.

"Huahua..." The accumulated water kept making noises under Wu Wen's footsteps, and layers of water waves swayed back and forth on the water surface.

A pair of small white classical ladies' shoes touched the water surface with their toes, as if floating on the water surface on tiptoe.

Waves of water surged back and forth under the toes of the shoes, but did not affect the shoes at all.

Judging from the intensity of the water waves, it can be seen that the owner of this pair of shoes should be very close to Wu Wen, even close to

To the extent that their bodies were pressed against each other.

However, the bodies that were pressed against each other never met, and therefore Wu Wen was unaware of the appearance of the thing behind him.

A pink classical dress that looked like cherry blossoms seemed to match the style particularly well in the desolate alleys of the ancient city, and the white oil-paper umbrella with a hint of cherry blossom pink was very suitable for the current rainy scene.

The facial features on the face that was as pale as white paint were also particularly delicate, but the black eye sockets that looked like black holes with blood destroyed the beauty of this face and gave it a bit of a mysterious feeling.

The pale and delicate little face was very close to Wu Wen's back, just like her body, so close that it seemed to be pressed against Wu Wen's shoulder, but there was no contact at all.

If Wu Wen turned his head at this time and saw this face, he would feel incomparably happy.

Because isn't this his old friend Pen Fairy?

The game of summoning spirits, the pen fairy is also a game of summoning spirits, so why can't the call in the middle of the night summon the pen fairy?

Wu Wen felt that the coldness behind him was getting stronger and stronger, even to the point of giving him goose bumps.

His eyes became deeper and deeper, the turbidity in his eyeballs even became clearer, and waves of death continued to burst out of his heart.

It's almost there, I feel it, I feel something behind me!

A pair of extremely pale and slender hands with scarlet nails appeared silently at Wu Wen's neck, still almost touching but not touching at all.

Two lines of blood flowed from the two bloody holes on the pale face lightly attached to Wu Wen's shoulder.

Wu Wen's eyes became cold, and he was about to turn around and hit the back of him fiercely with an axe, but then he remembered the last time he chopped the pen fairy.

No, you can't chop first, you should catch it first, and then chop it! This way the ghost can't run away.

My dead body can still contact ghosts, which is undoubtedly the best way!

Wu Wen calmed down, and then his body turned back instantly, and the palm of his left hand suddenly opened.

However, the pale palms on his neck had also been strangled instantly.

"Ah!" Wu Wen felt that his neck was strangled by something like an iron hoop, but he was not panicked. He grabbed behind him with his left hand, and then raised the hand axe in his right hand high, waiting for his left hand to catch the ghost and then look.

After all, he has skin and does not need to breathe.

"Ah!" A shrill and unknown cry sounded in the alley.

Wu Wen didn't know where he grabbed it, he just felt cold and soft.

However, although it was soft, this position was more prominent, and Wu Wen grabbed it fiercely, grabbing it tightly.

With the strength of his arms, Wu Wen's neck and body finally turned back, and he looked at the pale face behind him that was already full of blood and tears.

An indescribable smile slowly emerged from Wu Wen's face, and Wu Wen's expression even twisted with laughter.

"Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy! I finally see you again!!!"

Wu Wen was overjoyed, and the surprise of meeting an acquaintance suddenly made his face almost twitch with laughter.

Wu Wen grabbed the body of the Pen Fairy fiercely and chopped her head with an axe.

However, this time the Pen Fairy was completely different from the last time. Not only did she not seem to be reluctant to fight, she didn't even care about the axe that Wu Wen chopped down, but she retracted her hands, and the scarlet nails of both hands directly opened several bloody cuts on Wu Wen's arm that was holding her body, and frantically pulled Wu Wen's arm that was holding her tightly.

Wu Wen felt the sensation in his hand, looked down, and his eyes widened.

"Sorry, I really didn't mean it!"

The little white rabbit screamed as it was pinched by a hand.