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

Chapter 158 - Teacher teach me

Fu Yan thought for a while: "Speaking of this, I seem to think of it. Now, my previous life was just a normal ghost after death, right? It was you who fed him some treasures that made him a powerful ghost, right?"

"Yes." Fan Xiang said, "I'll let go. Let him take care of it, but some guys who don't have long eyes will not accept his discipline. I have to go back and clean up the mess again. It's too troublesome. I just found something that can make his ability skyrocket, and he doesn't need his fighting ability. Strong, you won't be easily knocked down by others."

"Crambling style..." Fu Yan began to sigh again, "It's a tough social animal."

"It can be used, and I don't want him to find those treasures." Fan Xiang said, "Why, do you want to talk about this in detail?"

"Oh Yes, my main purpose is not this." Fu Yan said, "Now others see if I can solve this problem? I don't have the ability of you or the eyes. If I can feel it but can't handle it, it's better not to feel it. If you don't see it, it's pure, or you can find a way to seal up these miscellaneous things on me?"

"As for giving up food because of choking?" Fan Xiang raised his eyebrows, "I didn't expect you to notice, and I plan to go back and find something for you to isolate yourself from. Those peeps are fine. Now that you can notice it yourself, do you want to learn how to 'warn' them?"

"You don't want to help me seal this feeling, do I have other options?" Fu Yan said, "Then teach me, Your Majesty."

Fan Xiangdao said, "It seems that you shouldn't be called 'Your Majesty' when you ask me for advice."

Fu Yan understood the deep meaning of his words in seconds, hesitated for two seconds, and then reluctantly whispered: "...Teacher ."

Brahma Xiangyi smiled happily: "Yes, teacher will teach you."

Fu Yan: "..."

——If it hadn't been beaten...

Fortunately, Brahma Xiang would close it as soon as he saw it, and said, "You point again. Do you think someone is looking in your direction."

Fu Yan raised his finger in the same direction as before.

Fan Xiangyi stood behind him and suddenly reached out to block his eyes, Fu Yan said, "Hey?"

"You don't need to look." Fan Xiangyi said slowly beside his ear, "Go and sense, follow that line of sight and 'look' back to find that person."

"But now I don't feel like I'm being watched, I'm not very sure... ..."

"Remember how you felt just now, and believe in yourself."

Fu Yan felt the heat of the big palm on his face, he was silent for a while, then hesitantly said: "Uh..."

Fan Xiangyi asked, "What did you see?"

Fu Yan: "...it was pitch black."

"... Fan Xiangyi was actually amused by this ill-timed cold joke, smiled silently, and then said, "Then just imagine, imagine that you and those eyes meet."

"Pure thinking?"

"Pure thinking." Fan Xiang As soon as he spoke, the breath surrounded Fu Yan's ears, and his voice was low and magnetic, "Have you thought about it?"

"Of course you can imagine it." Fu Yan replied, "But what's the use of such an imaginary picture? "

I'll help you this time, you can feel it carefully." Fan Xiangyi's other hand also lifted up and held Fu Yan's hand that was pointing somewhere. Fu Yan felt the strong hand covering him, he struggled subconsciously, and Fan Xiangyi said again and again, "Don't move, don't let go of your sense."