On campus, the ghosts' behavior was terrifying. They didn't attack people as frantically as usual, but instead lurked silently in every corner like phantoms.

In the darkness, pairs of eyes gleamed with an eerie light, as if they were watching their prey or patiently waiting for a special moment to arrive. An invisible pressure shrouded everyone like a dark cloud.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere inside the paranormal department at the Chinese headquarters was unusually tense, as if the air itself had frozen.

The white-haired man, dressed in a crisp military uniform, looked dignified and solemn as he gazed intently at the four people under the table.

His gaze was piercing, as if trying to penetrate everyone's souls and uncover the truth hidden beneath the surface.

"What do you think about this?" The minister's deep voice broke the silence, echoing in the quiet space.

"Minister, what else can we say? It's probably the work of spies from Japan."

Zhu Que, dressed in a fiery red cheongsam, had a gloomy expression and spoke with anger and certainty.

Her cheongsam, like a burning flame, stood out starkly in the oppressive environment, much like her state of mind at that moment, filled with resentment towards the enemy's actions.

"Zhuque, what you said makes sense."

The minister nodded slightly, his words of agreement making the atmosphere even more tense.

His brows furrowed, and various possibilities raced through his mind.

Japan has always coveted China, and if they were to tamper with anything related to the supernatural, the consequences would be unimaginable.

What kind of conspiracy is hidden behind this?

Is the intention to break down China's supernatural defenses, or is there a more sinister purpose?

Worry and vigilance flickered in everyone's eyes.

"White Tiger, send someone to support Team 2 of Peking University and find a Ten-Star Celestial Master to intimidate them."

"Yes, Minister," replied a man with a tuft of white hair on his forehead.

"Azure Dragon, Black Tortoise, you go to the sinkhole to collect resources. I will guard the headquarters. A storm is coming."

The man's hand rested on the table, his eyes filled with an unyielding gloom.

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As dawn broke, the light inside the dormitory was still dim.

The three were jolted awake from their sleep. It should have been an ordinary morning, but they were stunned by a piece of news that struck them like a thunderbolt—Wang Yang was dead.

The news was like a cold wind, instantly dispelling the morning's languor and letting fear spread throughout the dormitory.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Wang Yang was full of energy last night, but after going to the police station, how did he end up dead?

This sudden change was like an invisible hand, gripping their hearts tightly.

"Xin'er, what do you think about this?"

Fang Hang's voice trembled slightly, and fear spread in his eyes.

Yang Han turned pale with fear. He looked helplessly at Li Xin, as if searching for a glimmer of light in the darkness.

"You... wait a minute," Li Xin swallowed hard, his hands trembling slightly as he dialed his aunt's number.

"Xiao Xin? What's up? Did you get some business?" Ma Lihua's cheerful voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding out of place in the tense atmosphere.

"No, Aunt, listen to me, you came last night! Everything was resolved, so how come Wang Yang is still dead?" Li Xin said anxiously.

Who is Wang Yang?

Ma Lihua's doubts made Li Xin even more flustered.

"It's that guy in our dorm who was looking for a scapegoat."

Li Xin hurriedly explained, his heart pounding rapidly, a sense of foreboding washing over him.

"Oh! Him! Isn't it normal for him to die? We saved the classmate who paid for your help, but he didn't. So the stand-in killed him, and the real person will come knocking on our door, right? Isn't that right?"

Ma Lihua's voice came through the receiver, as relaxed as if she were talking about a trivial matter.

The three of them were stunned, looking at each other as if they had been struck by lightning.

After careful consideration and reflection, they were speechless. What the other person said seemed to be true!

"Aunt, why didn't you explain things clearly back then?" Li Xin's lips twitched as he asked with difficulty, his heart filled with helplessness and frustration.

“You didn’t ask either, did you? Besides, consultations are also charged,” Ma Lihua replied matter-of-factly.

Li Xin suddenly realized something, as if he had opened the door to a new world and learned another "survival rule" of this cruel world.

"Then...will my classmate who took the money get into trouble?"

Li Xin asked cautiously, his voice carrying a hint of hope and worry.

"That can't be! If you're worried, you can pay a thousand... a thousand two hundred dollars, and we'll clean up that Ouija board spirit's mess and send it to the afterlife, how about that?"

Ma Lihua's tone carried a hint of nervousness, as if she was looking forward to this deal.

Ouija board: "…………………………"

Please do not knock on my phone, thank you!

Yang Han's face was full of bitterness, and his lips trembled slightly. He really couldn't come up with any money.

His family are all genuine migrant workers; every penny they earn is hard-earned, and they simply cannot scrape together so much money in a short period of time.

He felt as if he were in a raging sea, being relentlessly battered by wave after wave, with no hope in sight. His helpless eyes were filled with fear of the unknown fate and resignation to reality.

Fang Hang and Li Xin also looked troubled. They knew Yang Han's situation well, but the current situation also put them in deep worry.

"Aunt, he... he has no money," Li Xin said somewhat awkwardly, his voice tinged with helplessness.

"Oh! I'll hang up now. Don't call me so often unless it's really necessary; it's tiring to talk."

Ma Lihua hung up the phone without hesitation, her face full of boredom, as if they were just discussing a trivial matter, completely ignoring the anxiety of the people on the other end of the line.

"Don't worry, the real Ouija board shouldn't have time to look for you. There are probably other people waiting in line to be found by her!"

Li Xin tried to comfort Yang Han. Yang Han's lips twitched. Although he knew it was just self-comfort, he still felt much better, and his tense nerves relaxed a little.

At noon, the white light shone through the window onto the dormitory floor, but it couldn't dispel the gloom that lingered in the dormitory.

At this moment, two people came to collect Wang Yang's belongings. Their faces were cold and their expressions were serious. They silently sorted through Wang Yang's belongings, and the cold atmosphere seemed to lower the temperature in the dormitory.

The three exchanged a glance, and each saw fear and unease in the other's eyes.

This dormitory, once filled with laughter and joy, has now become gloomy and terrifying because of Wang Yang's death. Every corner seems to hide unknown fears, and the walls seem to exude the aura of death.

"Let's switch dorms. This dorm is too scary to sleep in."

Fang Hang suggested in a low voice, and the other two nodded quickly.