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Someone expressed their confusion.
"With all the doors and windows of this dormitory tightly shut, where could the wind possibly come from?"
The next moment, a figure suddenly appeared beside the four of them. They looked up and were instantly terrified.
What kind of figure was this? It was clearly a ghost!
Long black hair hung beside a pale face, and the lips appeared purplish. A distinct dark bruise marked the neck, as if it had been choked.
Water dripped down from its entire body.
This was their first close encounter with a ghost, and they instinctively wanted to flee in all directions. However, with their hands unable to leave the pens, they could only sit frozen in place.
Their faces turned ashen with fear as they desperately tried to shrink away to the sides, hoping to distance themselves from the ghost.
At that moment, Yan Su, lying on the bed, curiously glanced down and nearly fainted from fright.
He silently wrapped himself tighter in the blanket, too scared to utter a word.
His phone shrank back into his cup, leaving only the camera exposed.
The viewers in the live stream were in an uproar.
"Oh my God, I actually saw a ghost in the live stream!"
"Can this really be broadcast? Won't it get banned?"
"How can you still watch? I genuinely can't bear to look."
"Sister Ruan, we really need your help!"
At that moment, someone sitting next to Qi Yuanshan closed their eyes and shouted:
"Master Pen Fairy, if there’s a grievance, let it be known; whoever harmed you should be sought out. We are all innocent!"
"Yes, yes! Tell us who harmed you; we’ll help you report it and make sure they pay for it."
As soon as these words fell, the pen on the paper suddenly stopped moving. The three people, aside from Qi Yuanshan, were astonished to find that their hands could move!
They were free!
Exchanging glances, the three of them attempted to run outside but quickly realized their legs felt weak and they couldn't move at all.
They could only crawl a bit farther away. The three of them looked at Qi Yuanshan, who was the only one still holding the pen.
"Do you think he might be—"
The words were left unfinished, but the implication was clear to everyone. Qi Yuanshan was the one who had killed the Pen Spirit. He had killed his own girlfriend.
At that moment, Qi Yuanshan could no longer care about how the three of them viewed him; a deeper fear had already engulfed his heart. The pen moved across the paper and came to a stop in front of him.
Forced to grip the pen's tip, he aimed it at his own neck, and the distance between the pen tip and his carotid artery grew smaller and smaller. His eyes widened in terror.
Qi Yuanshan shouted in panic, "Miao Miao, it was my fault! I accidentally killed you! For the sake of our love, please let me go! I'll turn myself in!"
As soon as he spoke those words, he had effectively confessed to murder. But it was useless; the pen tip was now only a centimeter away from his neck.
The ghostly figure extended her pale hands, soaked from being submerged in water, and rested them on Qi Yuanshan's neck.
【Oh my god! This is so scary!】
【I really don't have much courage, Sister Ruan!】
【This guy named Qi Yuanshan is such a scumbag; his heart is so cruel. I've already called the police.】
Ruan Fuxi couldn't just stand by and watch a pitiful ghost's hands stained with blood, so she finally spoke up: "Stop."
Her voice cut through the tense atmosphere in the dormitory, causing Miao Miao, who was gripping Qi Yuanshan's neck, to pause in surprise. The crimson glow in her eyes regained a hint of rationality.
"He will pay for this. Don't dirty your hands and affect your transition. Come find me; I will help you with your atonement."
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