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Serious looked like a college student, with the background set in a dormitory. However, the dormitory appeared somewhat dim at the moment; if it weren't for the flashlight beside him, the online viewers wouldn't have been able to see his face clearly.
Seeing that his connection was stable, Serious anxiously said, "Junior, my classmates are playing the spirit writing game. How should I persuade them?"
He had been feeling unwell and had lain on the upper bunk all afternoon. Just as he was about to get up to eat, he discovered that several people in the dorm were engaged in the spirit writing game.
Serious had always been interested in metaphysical studies and often watched Ruan Fuxi's fortune-telling livestreams. He was particularly wary of supernatural games like spirit writing; he wouldn't dare to touch them.
He never expected that after a nap, everything would go awry.
Although it was just a game, Serious took these matters seriously. He worried that something might happen, which was why he attempted to snatch a good luck bag, not expecting to actually get one.
"Hey, are you also from National Chiao Tung University? You're from the same school as our Ruan Jie?"
Serious replied softly, "Yeah, I'm a senior majoring in Civil Engineering, but I'm not in the same college as you."
"Are you too nervous, big brother? It might just be a game; spirit writing isn't that easy to invoke."
"Yeah, there's no need to worry; it'll be fine."
Serious frowned as he looked at the comments. He felt uneasy and had an ominous premonition.
At that moment, those who were about to start playing spirit writing noticed that Serious was awake and greeted him. "You’re awake! We saw you sleeping so soundly that we didn’t want to disturb you. Oh, we’re going to play the spirit writing game, so we turned off the lights."
Serious looked at them with concern. "You guys really shouldn't play this; it's better to be cautious."
"Oh come on, you're just overthinking it. If you're not going out, just stay up there and watch; nothing will happen."
After saying this, they set up the paper and pen below.
Serious sighed and typed on the public screen: "Junior, I really can't shake off this worry. Why don't you try persuading them?"
Ruan Fuxi: Should I advise them to listen?
Yan Su fell silent, his expression serious. His classmates were all materialists, firmly disbelieving in the existence of ghosts, and they thrived on seeking thrills. Otherwise, how could they be so bold?
At that moment, voices echoed in the dormitory.
"In a past life, in a past life, I was your life. If you wish to continue our bond, please draw a circle on the paper."
Yan Su decisively turned the camera towards the four of them. On the table lay a sheet of white paper, with their hands intertwined over it, holding a pen that stood upright against the surface.
The viewers in the live stream watched this scene unfold; while they weren't scared, they still felt a chill run down their spines.
"It's either not real or it feels tense."
"Do you really think this can summon the Pen Spirit?"
"Don't worry, Ruan Jie is here to protect us."
At that moment, Ruan Fuxi's gaze landed on one of the four. She focused intently.
Just as Yan Su was about to speak, he noticed that the pen on the table seemed to move slightly. He widened his eyes and stared at it.
The viewers in the live stream also caught sight of this occurrence.
"That pen really moved! Did one of them not hold it steady?"
"It seems like things are starting to get a bit strange."
"Is something really going to go wrong?"
The four of them felt the pen moving in their hands; instead of fear, they were even more excited.
"Pen Spirit, Pen Spirit, have you appeared?" one of them asked. After a moment's pause, the pen slowly glided across the paper, making a circle before marking a check.
"Oh no! Are we really doing this? Did any of your hands move?"
The expressions on the faces of the other three were equally filled with surprise.
"No, none of us moved our hands. It was really the pen that moved."
The serious one in the upper bunk looked even more worried upon seeing this.
He noticed that Ruan Fuxi on the public screen was about to say something when he suddenly heard her voice.
"Don't rush, let's wait and see."
Hearing her words, a wave of clarity washed over him, calming the worries and impatience he had felt earlier. He found it somewhat surprising but chose not to say anything further.
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