“Go to hell?” Fei Youliang was puzzled. He just simply asked his future wife’s name, why did these three words come out?

There is no connection between the two. I just followed the rules of the game of the Pen Fairy and did not violate any taboos. It is impossible for me to make the Pen Fairy angry.

He pondered for a moment and had the answer in his mind - this must have been planned in advance by the owner of the haunted house, and these three words would appear no matter what question was asked.

Fei Youliang felt that he had seen through all the thoughts of the haunted house owner, and the thought that it was nothing special gradually arose in his mind.

"The way these three words appear is very clever. I haven't figured out the reason yet, but the owner of the haunted house is too deliberate to intensify the fear and ignores the rationality." He analyzed it very well: "If it were other tourists, they would probably interrupt the pen fairy game or violate the pen fairy's taboos in a panic. At this time, the appearance of these three words on the paper would cater to their psychological hints, thinking that the pen fairy really appeared, and thus feel scared. But unfortunately, he met us today, and there was nothing wrong with all the steps, but the answer on his paper had nothing to do with my question. It can be seen that the pen fairy is just a scary gimmick."

After talking for a long time, Fei Youliang found that Zhu Jianing did not respond, as if he was the only one in the room.

"Xiao Zhu? Why are your hands so cold?" He looked up and saw Zhu Jianing staring blankly behind him with his mouth wide open and his facial features distorted.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhu Jianing's expression was a little scary at this moment. He seemed not to have heard Fei Youliang's words. His whole body was shaking, just like the scarred ballpoint pen in his hand, shaking more and more violently.

Fei Youliang had a bad feeling in his heart. He also noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the girls' dormitory. There was an indescribable sense of oppression compared to before. And the source of this sense of oppression seemed to be right behind him.

He wanted to turn around, but he felt as if something was pressing down on his back, and every muscle in his body became stiff.

What's going on? How does this work?

Questions flashed through his mind one after another, and the feeling of wanting to see but not being able to see made him crazy.

"What did Xiao Zhu see? What's behind me?!"

A chilly feeling spread throughout his body, as if his body had been thrown into an ice cave. Fei Youliang shuddered, and patches of bluish-purple marks appeared on the surface of his skin, as if several invisible hands had grabbed him.

He felt as if the thing behind him was trying to squeeze into his body. What was worse was that a chill was slowly pressing down on his shoulders, getting heavier and heavier!

At this time, Zhu Jianing, who was sitting opposite him, finally reached his limit and shouted with all his strength, "There's someone behind you!"

"The back?"

Having someone behind you and having someone behind you are two different concepts. One is lying on your back, and the other is standing behind you.

Fei Youliang was still thinking and analyzing instinctively when Zhu Jianing in front of him jumped up, shook off his hand, and ran out the door!

Zhu Jianing walked decisively and directly without hesitation.

Fei Youliang, who was abandoned by his teammates, was still sitting on the ground in a daze. The pen wrapped in transparent tape in his hand seemed to have grown on his hand and could not be shaken off.

His arms were stiff, he didn't move at all, but the pen tip started writing on the white paper by itself.

"Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!"

One hideous red word after another appeared on the white paper. Zhu Jianing had already left, and only Fei Youliang was holding the pen. He knew very well that his hand had not moved from beginning to end. These words were written by other things present.

Even at this time, Fei Youliang still had a glimmer of hope. He liked to seek excitement because he never believed that there were dirty things in the world. He always claimed to be an absolutely rational person.

"What Xiao Zhu saw might be a 3D projection. The chairs were placed side by side, and the positions of the tourists playing the Ouija board game were fixed. As long as the equipment is installed at the corresponding angle, a similar effect can be created. The principle should be right, but why is my body shaking?" He admitted that he had underestimated this worn-out ballpoint pen and the haunted house. If he were given another chance to choose again, he would never be so rash to come in and visit.

The cold feeling on his back continued to spread. After writing frantically, the pen in Fei Youliang's hand finally couldn't bear the weight, and the tape broke and broke again.

The upper end of the pen fell off, and the word "death" had just been written on the paper.

“Is it over?” His arm slowly regained control, and Fei Youliang didn’t dare to breathe until then.

His muscles were still a little stiff, and he wanted to move his body, but he found that his shoulders were too heavy and he couldn't move at all!

He thought he had survived the Ouija game, but in fact, this terrifying experience had just begun.

“Why can’t I move?” Fei Youliang struggled to twist his neck and looked behind him.

He narrowed his eyes into slits and prepared himself mentally, but when he looked back, he found that there was nothing behind him.

"A false alarm? Why did Xiao Zhu react so exaggeratedly? What did he see?"

Fei Youliang's brain was working rapidly, and during this time his shoulders became even heavier, as if something was stepping on them.

"Shoulders? Stepping on them?"

An image flashed through his mind, and Fei Youliang seemed to have thought of something, and slowly raised his head.

His black hair was disheveled, his face was swollen from suffocation, and his eyes were bulging, revealing inexplicable anger.

Right on Fei Youliang's shoulder stood a hanged woman!

His mouth opened wide, but no sound came out. Every hair on his body stood up. His glasses hung crookedly on his face. Fei Youliang felt that at that moment, his heart had stopped beating.

"I……"

Before he could finish the rest of the words, his pupils began to dilate, his body tilted, and he fell down softly.

…

Chen Ge deliberately waited outside for a few minutes before entering the Muyang Middle School scene. He wanted to avoid the two visitors.

"I haven't heard any screams for a long time. These two guys are pretty powerful. I have to take them seriously." Wearing a human skin mask, Chen Ge entered the last classroom first and placed the box containing the twenty-four school badges on the podium. "The tables and chairs were knocked over. It seems that they entered here and encountered something."

Chen Ge had no idea what had happened to the two of them, as he had not yet fully understood the situation.

After putting the overturned tables and chairs back in place and stuffing the papers and textbooks on the floor back into the drawer, Chen Ge suddenly heard footsteps coming from the fork in the road ahead. Someone was running wildly in the corridor.

"Who could it be?" He walked out of the classroom slowly, wearing a blood-stained doctor's coat and a human skin mask made up of countless faces.