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Hearing Qi Yuanshan's words, the other three didn't want to appear cowardly, so they continued to ask questions.
"Is your boyfriend someone we know?"
The pen began to move faster, drawing a checkmark on the paper. The four of them felt an inexplicable sense of foreboding.
Looking at the checkmark on the paper, someone swallowed hard and asked again, "Pen Spirit, is your boyfriend in our dorm?"
The pen moved even quicker than before, and the hands of the four followed suit, drawing another checkmark on the paper.
They stared at the mark in terror, unsure of what to do next.
"Is this real?"
The person who killed this Pen Spirit was among the five of them.
A shiver ran down their spines; they wished they could throw the pen away and pretend they had never played this game.
Who could be so ruthless as to take a life?
At that moment, Qi Yuanshan finally sensed something was off. He looked at the checkmark, his expression turning slightly unnatural.
He thought of someone.
With a cold expression, Qi Yuanshan spoke words that sounded like a comfort. "You guys shouldn’t scare yourselves. These marks might have been drawn by one of us without realizing it. If you’re scared, then let’s stop playing."
Meanwhile, Yan Su, who was on the upper bunk, had quietly wrapped himself in his blanket for a sense of security. However, he kept his hands outside the blanket to continue letting the viewers in the live stream witness the most dynamic moments.
Yan Su curled his toes; it was truly not easy for him.
What a huge challenge this was for a college student afraid of ghosts!
The viewers in the live stream grew increasingly frightened but also more intrigued.
"This is insane! If this isn’t scripted, then it’s a total massacre."
"Playing with the Pen Spirit and finding out who caused a death—does that murderer really not feel scared?"
"Ruan Jie, is this Pen Spirit real or fake?"
Ruan Fuxi watched the scene in the dormitory displayed on the screen.
Indeed, the viewers in the live stream were growing more anxious and excited.
"Come on, let's guess who the murderer is."
"It's hard to tell; none of these people seem suspicious."
"From my gut feeling, I think it's the one wearing glasses. There's an old saying that a refined person can be a hidden villain; it might just be him."
At that moment, the four in the dormitory decided to summon the spirit of the pen together.
In unison, they asked, "Pen Spirit, is this where it ends?"
But as their voices fell, the pen began to move wildly across the paper. In no time, a sheet was filled with chaotic scribbles, and the black ink gradually turned red.
The four of them were terrified. Someone shouted, "Whose hand is moving? Stop it! Quit messing around!"
"No one is moving; it's just the pen!"
"I can't let go of my hand! What about you guys?"
"Me too! I can't move either; my hand hurts!"
This was bad; summoning the Pen Spirit was easy, but sending it away was difficult. The Pen Spirit was unwilling to leave.
Their hands were being controlled by the pen, sliding uncontrollably no matter how hard they tried to pull back.
"Pen Spirit, we realize our mistake; please let us go."
Now they were genuinely sincere.
Qi Yuanshan watched his uncontrollable hand and recalled his ex-girlfriend who had died at his hands. His expression turned cold, but he said nothing. He couldn't let anyone know he had killed someone.
The pen showed no signs of stopping, and suddenly a gust of wind swept through the dormitory.
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