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However, such things couldn't happen often.

But when she became infatuated with the taste of revenge, she was doomed to never stop.

Through her online search, she discovered an interesting psychic game where she made agreements with evil beings.

Then she took out a piece of paper, laid it out, and wrote down her name, her birthday, her blood type, and so on.

He turned the paper over and crossed his hands over a ballpoint pen.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes without hesitation.

As the pen in her hand drew circles on the paper, she started to chant.

"Brushstroke Immortal, you are my previous life, I am your current life. If you are here, please draw a circle …"

There was no movement in the silence.

She sighed and thought, as expected, things on the internet are not to be trusted.

However, just as she was about to let go, she suddenly found that her hands that were tightly clasped together on the brush were unable to break free.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free.

Moreover, this brush seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. No matter how she lifted her hand, she was unable to lift it up.

She tightly closed her eyes and finally felt a trace of fear in her heart.

According to the internet, he was to play the game of Pen Immortal Contract and clearly note that no matter what happened in the process, he must not open his eyes, otherwise, unexpected things would happen.

Therefore, even though she felt that something was amiss, she still didn't dare to open her eyes.

But then again, didn't this mean that this Contract Game was useful?

For this, she was willing to ignore everything else.

"Brushstroke Immortal, you are my previous life, I am your current life. If you are here, please draw a circle …"

He continued to draw circles on the paper.

Her heart was thumping.

Was he finally going to succeed?

She was excited and excited.

Since he had already drawn the circle, it meant that the brush immortal had come.

At this moment, all she needed to do was wait quietly for the pen in her hand to automatically write down the name of the penniless one.

After writing down the name, it meant that the two had already signed an agreement.

From then on, as long as Li Huimin needed it to do something, she could just write it down on this piece of contract.

Of course, do not open your eyes until the pen fairy has written her name.

Li Huimin quietly waited for a while, but the brush in her hand still did not move.

She took a deep breath.

"Brushstroke Immortal, you are my past life, I am your current life. If you leave, please draw a straight line."

However, there was still no movement.

What was going on? Could it be that the pen immortal had already left?

She was in disbelief.

At that moment, a mournful cat's cry came from the window.

Startled, she couldn't help but open her eyes.

It was pitch black and there was nothing around.

When he looked at the candle in front of the mirror, it was already half burned.

She was ready to release her hand, but she easily let go.

Could this game be fake?

His gaze swept across the paper and saw a messy circle appearing on it.

This should be the circle that he drew.

Li Huimin scanned her surroundings and realized that everything around him was quiet and peaceful, with not the slightest bit of abnormality.

Then what was it that he couldn't break free with his hands just now?

She was somewhat unable to understand these things. Perhaps it was a psychological hint?

Li Huimin was instantly a little disappointed.

But then the candle went out.

Hu Xiao'er brought Zhang Mou around to look.

Since it could be done, then so be it.

In the evening, the two of them sat down in a roadside stall.

"When you get to the roadside stall, how can you not eat snails? Boss! Another plate of fried snails! "

"Alright!"

The boss of the roadside stall was sweating profusely.

Facing Hu Xiao'er's orders, Zhang Mou instantly wanted to cry, but no tears came out.

"Big brother! You're making me go bankrupt! "

Hu Xiao'er scoffed, "I saved your life, you actually care about the money! "How unkind!"

"I'm just a little security guard. I only get that little death salary every month. Take it easy!" I haven't married yet. "

"You made it sound like I'm married, at least you have glued the women and female ghost to it, no loss."

Zhang Mou was speechless, what kind of logic was this?

He was clearly talking about money, but he actually changed the topic to a woman.

When the boss placed the fried snail on the table and looked at the bruised Zhang Mou, he wanted to laugh.

"Look, you are the focus of everyone here! Even if I scam you for a bit, you'll still profit from it! "

Zhang Mou looked around at the two of them and shook his head.

Forget it, I'll resign myself to my fate.

Since you want me to treat you, then I'll just bring the dishes back!

As he spoke, he inserted the chopsticks into the plate, picked up a snail and threw it into his mouth.

"Aiya! It's bruised and swollen. If I were to eat spicy food, I think it will become even more swollen! "

Hu Xiao'er leisurely drank his beer, crossing his legs and shaking his legs.

When Zhang Mou heard this, he finally saw the handful of dried chilies in the stirrer.

He immediately put down his chopsticks.

"Holy shit!" "You are ruthless!"

They clinked glasses.

"Let me tell you this, Zhang Mou, your two lives are in my hands now, stop wasting your breath on me. I don't want to risk my life next time and beg me for it. "

"What do you mean by two lives?"

"I saved you twice, so that's how it should be! I still want to set a price for your life. How about this, I'll give you a million for each of your lives. In other words, how about you owe me two million now? "

"Holy shit!" I didn't expect you to be such a Heavenly Shi Master. "Anyway, if you can get ten thousand dollars out of me now, I'll call you Dad."

Two million, I wouldn't be able to afford it even if I were beaten to death.

"Screech!" So you should have a few thousand left. In that case, it's no big deal if you treat me to a few meals. "Boss, give me another roast duck!"

Zhang Mou: "...

The two of them continued talking while drinking and eating.

It was not long before it was eleven o'clock. It was the peak of the midnight snack business.

A large number of customers gathered under the huge tent.

At this moment, with the roar of a sports car, an eye-catching red Ferrari stopped at the side of the road.

Everyone glanced over, even the boss of the roadside stall stopped what he was doing.

"Wah!" "A luxurious car!"

Everyone began to discuss among themselves, looking as if they had never seen the world before.