Black Cat Mansion: Book of Paranormal Events

Chapter 5
What about going back for supper?

Yan Xiaoai complained a few words without words in her heart, so she had no choice but to agree. Miss Lin was really frightened and insisted on sleeping in the same room with Yan Xiaoai. It was still early, and Yan Xiaoai couldn't sleep at all. A math paper was written, but it was a pity that this paper was more complicated than a talisman. After doing a few multiple-choice questions, Yan Xiaoai surrendered.

Ms. Lin fell asleep quickly while lying on the bed. She hadn't slept well recently. After the spell was pasted, the yin in the room dissipated, and she naturally no longer feared.

Putting the test paper back into the bag, Yan Xiaoai thought about going out to find something to eat, but before she could stand up, Wu Yan walked in with a talisman in her mouth, casually spit the talisman at Yan Xiaoai's feet, and said coldly : "What's the matter with this talisman? It's not even [-]% effective?"

Hearing this, Yan Xiaoai picked up the talisman and looked at it, then said disapprovingly: "The efficiency of the printer is naturally worse, but it is enough to paste a few more sheets, anyway, it is almost the same."

"Using a printer, what is the emphasis on drawing symbols, do you remember?" The black cat's dark golden eyes immediately showed anger, and Yan Xiaoai immediately sat upright, thought about it carefully, and then said: "Be calm and concentrate, Make random formulas, use your thoughts to enter symbols, and communicate with the gods."

"Now that I know why I'm still being lazy, draw 20 talismans before Monday, and they must all be finished products."

"20 pictures? My success rate is only less than 5.00%. Isn't it necessary to draw thousands of pictures if I draw 20 pictures?" Yan Xiaoai felt a little aggrieved because she hadn't finished her paper yet.

Wu Yan heard the words, but snorted coldly, the meaning couldn't be more obvious, Yan Xiaoai could only nod aggrievedly, who said that the salary is still in his hands?
Yan Xiaoai took out the Langhao brush, yellow paper and cinnabar, and glanced at Wu Yan who was sitting at the table out of the corner of her eye, but she just looked over and met Wu Yan's dark golden eyes, Yan Xiaoai Ai quickly withdrew his eyes and began to draw seriously.

I don't know if it's because of Wu Yan's presence, but Yan Xiaoai's energy was extraordinarily concentrated. She took a pen and dipped it in cinnabar, concentrated her luck and then picked up the pen and landed it on the yellow paper. A spell was drawn neatly, and the last stroke When the pen fell, a spiritual power was immediately sealed in the spell, and it succeeded!
"I succeeded, and the first one succeeded."

Yan Xiaoai was a little excited, she looked at Wu Yan, but Wu Yan still kept that cold black face, her excitement subsided all of a sudden, she curled her lips and continued to draw.

It's a pity that her good luck seems to have run out, and she failed several times in a row, and Yan Xiaoai's patience gradually faded away. Just as she was about to put down the pen, suddenly a gust of wind blew up, and the yellow talisman under Yan Xiaoai's hands moved. Suddenly, the temperature in the room dropped a few degrees.

Looking up at the clock on the wall, the pointer has already pointed to 12 o'clock, here we come!

Yan Xiaoai stood up quickly, and rushed towards the living room with her bag in her hand. Instead of going out the door, she opened the window of the living room and jumped off the balcony.

Yan Xiaoai landed on the balcony on the fifth floor, and after buffering for a while, she jumped down again. The fourth floor was already an extremely shady place at this time. As soon as she landed on the balcony, Yan Xiaoai felt a kind of The meaning of Senhan.

Pry open the window and walk into the room. All the furniture in the room is covered with white cloth, and the whole room has a kind of eerie emptiness.

He took out the flashlight and looked around. There was a photo hanging on the wall of the living room, and a white cloth was also hung on the photo. At this time, as Yan Xiaoai flashed the flashlight, the white cloth on the painting slowly fell down. , revealing a photo of a woman.

(End of this chapter)