[MTL, BL] Horror Game Live BUG is Actually Me (Book 1)

Chapter 47 - Drip, Good Man Card

The next morning, before it was fully dawn, Fu Yan was hurriedly woken up by the maid.

After speeding up and packing up, Fu Yan arrived at the front hall of the Taoist temple and saw Fan Xiangyi first. He commanded a group of people to stand in the hall majestically, infecting the elegant and clean Taoist temple with a chilling atmosphere.

Then there is Prince Cen Yi. Cen Yi didn't dare to stand directly in front of Fan Xiangyi, but stood on the other side, and secretly relieved when Fu Yan came out.

"National teacher." Cen Yidang went up to talk to Fu Yan first, "Excuse me."

"His Royal Highness." Fu Yan felt that he was called up before he slept for a long time. "It's so early, what's the matter?"

"In the evening, something happened in the palace, and I need the help of the national teacher. Bring it here." Cen Yi looked back, and the palace servants he brought came forward one after another. Fu Yan put a line of things in front of him. A bowl with ashes, a bowl of rice with ashes, and a censer with a stem sticking out of it were all scattered on the floor.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Fu Yan understood that this was what the "Three Princesses" used for the funeral last night.

He glanced at Fan Xiangyi calmly. After he asked the boss last night, the boss disappeared after a cold remark, and Fu Yan didn't know whether he answered or not. Until now, Fu Yan didn't know that he still helped.

A good man in essence.

Fan Xiang looked at him blankly, and then looked away.

"Someone was playing with this privately in the palace at night." Cen Yi didn't notice the silent interaction between Fu Yan and Fan Xiangyi, and just said, "I would like to ask the national teacher to confirm if there is any shyness and...things that need to be dealt with."

The profession of a national teacher just happened to be the "professional counterpart" to the bad things that the three princesses did. Cen Yi came to the door with the things in a dignified manner, saving some time to spread the news. However, Fu Yan still had to pretend to go through the form, looked at the thing and asked lightly, "Who did it?"

"This... I can't tell the national teacher for the time being." Cen Yi refused, and winked at Fu Yan when everyone was not paying attention, "The national teacher will take a look first."

Fu Yan circled around the thing . , considered some words, and said: "This matter can be big or small."

"Please state the teacher."

"These things are ordinary incense paper money, and ordinary people also use it to pay homage to the dead. From this point of view, it's nothing. It's a matter." Fu Yan said slowly, "But..."

"But?"

"However, these things will inevitably attract dead souls." Fu Yan ordered a basin with paper ashes, and another with rice. Wan Wan, "So, who did this? For whom? The old friend he brought in is good or evil, and we can't be sure now."

Cen Yi narrowed his eyes: "What does the national teacher mean, this person is summoning a soul? "

Yes."

"Did it succeed?"

"Perhaps." Fu Yan's eyes fell on the bowl of rice, "I don't know who the target is, but it is true that ghosts have already eaten."

Everyone heard the words, Looking solemn.

Recruiting ghosts in the palace is a big enough crime. No matter who it is or what they want to do, it is impossible to tell just with one mouth. After all, those who can survive in the palace are not as simple as believing what they hear.