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The atmosphere in the dormitory was still somewhat subdued, with only Liu Feifei fiddling with the props. It wasn't complicated, so she quickly finished her preparations.
The candles were lit, casting a faint glow in the corners of the room.
"Are you all ready?"
Seeing that everything was set, Liu Feifei turned to look at everyone. There was a hint of excitement on her face.
"Yes, we're ready!"
Chen Mumu nodded at Liu Feifei.
"..." Tian Xiaojing remained silent for a moment, but it was clear that she was a bit nervous.
"Okay, let's begin!"
The lights in the dormitory were still on, and they didn't feel too scared yet, Xia Xiaoyu said with a nod.
"..."
Only Lin Xi looked a bit pale. People who are timid often have an unusually heightened sense of danger; her heart began to race as she sensed trouble approaching.
At that moment, Lin Xi could clearly feel her heart pounding faster and faster. The frequency of her heartbeat was even causing her some discomfort.
"Okay!"
Liu Feifei glanced at Su Ran, who had collapsed on the bed at some point, lying on her side facing the wall. It was unclear whether she was asleep.
Liu Feifei responded softly and then turned off the dormitory light...
Click...
The power switch made a faint sound, and the entire dormitory fell into darkness. The candles lit in each corner of the room emitted a dim, eerie yellow glow. Perhaps having grown accustomed to the bright light of incandescent bulbs, the candlelight now gave everyone a sense of suffocating stillness.
At this moment, everyone began to feel a bit anxious, but with the arrow already drawn, there was no turning back...
Four people sat around a square table, one at each direction.
On the white paper, there were only two words. "No" on the left and "Yes" on the right.
Each person spread out one hand and held onto each other’s hands while one person in the middle held a pen, its tip lightly touching the white paper.
"Pen Spirit, Pen Spirit, you are my past life, I am your present life. If you wish to continue our connection, please draw a circle on the paper..."
As the pen tip touched the white paper, everyone silently recited the incantation to summon the Pen Spirit.
Before the Pen Spirit arrived, they could not stop; sometimes it might already be present. If they suddenly halted, they would be haunted by a ghost!
If it hadn’t come by twelve-thirty, then it meant it wouldn’t come at all. They could stop the game!
Everyone continued to chant, unsure how much time had passed without any sign of movement.
As it approached twelve-thirty and impatience grew among them, suddenly, the light in the dormitory dimmed slightly.
At that moment, everyone felt a tightening in their chests and turned to look. It was better not to look; once they did, they were nearly startled enough to let go of each other's hands!
Because one of the candles in the corner of the south wall of the dormitory has gone out!
Now there are only three candles left...
At this moment, the shadows cast by a few people began to flicker. Everyone looked over to the right side of the dormitory entrance, which is the corner of the north wall.
The flame of that candle flickered erratically, as if it were being blown by the wind. The light began to sway, even teetering on the edge of going out at any moment.
Everyone's hearts tightened simultaneously because it was explained during this game that the candles must not be completely extinguished.
Before they go out, they must send away the spirit...
But the spirit had not come at all!
Moreover, how could there possibly be wind in the dormitory? To prevent such an accident, Liu Feifei had made sure to leave only a small crack in the door while keeping all the windows shut.
What was even more terrifying was that the other two candles were burning brightly, their flames showing no signs of flickering. Only the candle in the corner of the north wall seemed to be swayed by an unseen force.
There was no wind!
Unless someone was blowing on the candle they lit?
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