Wang Yang glanced at the time; there was still an hour until eight o'clock. He looked at the three of them and felt that something was amiss.

"Xin'er, are your aunt and her family from the countryside?"

"Yeah! What's wrong?"

"They attracted a lot of attention when they arrived, didn't they?"

"No, that's not true. My grandma and the others are just nostalgic. It's very popular online."

Li Xin recently noticed that many streamers like to wear vintage clothing!

"Yeah?"

He was somewhat incredulous!

Fang Hang stared at Ma Hehua for a long time before quietly asking, "Xin'er, did your grandma get plastic surgery? She didn't look like this before!"

"Can't you speak properly? Does my grandma need plastic surgery?"

As he spoke, he looked up and felt a little guilty. Had his grandma really gone to get plastic surgery?

Hearing Li Xin's dissatisfied rebuttal, he shrank back and muttered, "I was just asking casually."

The three members of the Ma family seemed completely oblivious to the awkward atmosphere, engrossed in their phones.

Ma Hehua remained calm, her fingers clumsily swiping across the screen, sometimes showing a puzzled expression, and sometimes grinning, revealing a few snow-white teeth.

Ma Linghua stared intently at Grandpa Star, whose profile picture had turned black, her brows furrowed, whether she had seen something interesting or was troubled by something was unclear.

Ma Lihua lay on the bed in a casual and languid posture, one hand on her forehead and the other hanging by the side of the bed, rising and falling slightly with her breathing.

Her body was in a comfortable, arched position, as relaxed as if she were in her bed at home, completely oblivious to the stares of those around her and the strange atmosphere.

The entire dormitory waited for eight o'clock in this seemingly calm yet turbulent atmosphere.

Night, like a piece of black silk, silently enveloped the entire school. The December chill, like a sharp blade, easily pierced through clothing and stung the skin.

The clock hand was like a cold-blooded executioner; as it pointed to eight o'clock, the dormitory lights flickered several times, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

In an instant, the surrounding air seemed to lose its warmth, and a biting cold swept in like a surging tide. A sinister aura, like an icy snake, snaked its way in through the crack in the door.

Yang Han's face turned deathly pale instantly, his teeth chattered uncontrollably, and his body trembled like a sieve. He frantically reached for a blanket on the bed and wrapped himself up tightly, leaving only a pair of terrified eyes that flickered helplessly in the darkness.

Wang Yang's legs went weak, and he instinctively hid behind Fang Hang, clutching Fang Hang's clothes tightly with both hands, as if it were his last lifeline.

Fang Hang was in no better shape. His usual composure had vanished. His back was pressed tightly against Li Xin's, his body slightly hunched, ready to flee at any moment.

Li Xin's forehead was covered in sweat, and his eyes searched around frantically before finally hiding behind Ma Hehua.

Ma Hehua was still immersed in the world of her mobile phone, completely unaware that she had become everyone's "sanctuary." This sudden terror was like a large net, tightly enveloping everyone in the dormitory.

"Here you are, Lotus, let's get down to business!"

Ma Linghua shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice echoing in the dormitory, but there was no response, as if a stone had sunk into the sea.

She frowned, looked up impatiently, and saw Ma Hehua holding her phone, her eyes wide open, watching the bullfighting scene with great interest, her mouth occasionally twitching to reveal two big white teeth.

"Smack!"

Ma Linghua was furious. She raised her hand high and slapped Ma Hehua hard across the head. "You idiot, get to work! Can't you hear me or what?"

She gritted her teeth, her eyes wide like copper bells, her gaze as if she wanted to devour Ma Hehua alive. This daughter of hers was such a worry.

"Okay! I'll do it right away. Don't be angry, Mother. I'll definitely beat that ignorant and troublesome ghost to death."

Ma Hehua's head was ringing from the beating. She rubbed her head and muttered to herself, her face full of grievance. She secretly complained that her mother had hit her too hard and couldn't be a little gentler.

Just then, "click!" The door, which had been locked, suddenly opened automatically as if controlled by an invisible hand, the sound particularly jarring in the quiet dormitory.

The hearts of the group jumped into their throats, their eyes widening in terror as they stared at the door.

"Click!" Ma Hehua reacted quickly, rushing forward and forcefully locking the lock again.

He was still muttering, "Hmph, you think you can get in? No way!"

Before everyone could recover, "click!" the door was opened again.

Without saying a word, Ma Hehua rushed up again and slammed the door shut, as if she were wrestling with it.

The Ouija board spirit, blocked outside the door: "………………………"

That's too much! Can't we just let her show off a little?

Ma Hehua didn't care about any of that. With a smug look on her face, she provocatively said to the Ouija board outside the door, "Want to come in? Call me 'Grandma' and I'll let you in."

That expression... it was so smug.

The group looked at Li Xin with mixed feelings, hoping his grandmother would be reliable; none of them wanted to die.

"Click-clack, click-clack..."

The sound of the door being repeatedly opened and closed echoed continuously in the dormitory, like an eerie rhythm, each sound striking the tense nerves of everyone.

An hour passed, and the stalemate seemed endless, while Ma Hehua remained full of energy.

"Grandma, let me in!"

The spirit's mournful and helpless voice finally rang out, its words filled with despair. It never expected to encounter such a formidable opponent; it was simply bizarre.

"Snap!"

Upon hearing the term "Ouija board spirit," Ma Hehua proudly opened the door.

A sinister smile instantly appeared on the Ouija board's face; it thought its chance had come.

Before it could make a move, a fair yet powerful hand shot out like lightning and pulled it into the dormitory.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Ma Hehua was like a powder keg that had been ignited. She unleashed a barrage of Pegasus Meteor Fists at the Ouija board, her fists raining down like raindrops, each one landing with a thud, leaving the Ouija board bewildered and disoriented.

Immediately afterwards, Ma Hehua slapped him with both hands, the loud sound of slaps echoing throughout the dormitory.

The Ouija board was beaten so badly that it had no chance to fight back. It finally crawled to the door and a glimmer of hope had just appeared in its eyes when Ma Hehua ruthlessly dragged it back.

Ma Hehua began to pound her chest repeatedly, cursing as she hit her: "I'll beat you to death, you good-for-nothing, I'll beat you to death, you blind fool, I'll beat you to death, you son of a bitch, I'll beat you to death..."

Its imposing aura seemed to be about to utterly destroy the spirit of the Ouija board.

The four men standing nearby trembled with fear, huddled together, their eyes filled with terror.

Wang Wang, with trembling hands, lit a candle for the Ouija board; this aunt was more terrifying than a ghost.