A strange smell drifted out from the cramped female dormitory. In places where the flashlight could not reach, the bedsheet fluttered like something was crawling out from it.
The rain pattered on the window. It was raining outside the dormitory, but it was eerily quiet inside the room.
His arm hovered above the white paper. Chen Ge gripped the pen and tried his best to relax.
After chanting the spell to summon the Pen Spirit, there was an obvious surge of energy on the back of his hand. It felt like another hand was holding it, and he could feel the coldness coming from the other person's fingertips.
"Pen Spirit, Pen Spirit, you are my previous life, and I am your current life. If you want to come, then draw a circle on the paper."
Chen Ge chanted the spell again, and the chill on the back of his hand intensified. However, to his confusion, the pen in his palm stood upright on the paper. It did not draw a circle or do anything else.
"The Pen Spirit is unwilling to come?"
The atmosphere in the room became even more oppressive, and the chill on the back of his hand had already spread to his arm.
"It feels like there are more people in this room." He focused, and his pupils slowly narrowed in the darkness. Perhaps it was the effect of Yin Yang Vision, but he could see three faint shadows standing in three different directions. Each of them had reached out their hands to grab the pen in Chen Ge's palm.
"Three?" His heart skipped a beat. Chen Ge blinked, and the scene that he saw earlier disappeared instantly.
Even if he could not see them, it did not mean that they had left. Chen Ge's palm felt like it had been plunged into icy water. He knew very well that there were at least three other hands that had grabbed the pen that stood in the middle.
"There are three 'people' responding at the same time. Could it be the effect of the title, Specter's Favored?" While Chen Ge was thinking, the pen on the paper moved without warning. It was very small, but he could feel it.
"Is it starting now?"
The flashlight beside him seemed to dim. Under Chen Ge's gaze, the pen in his hand started to turn slowly.
The tip of the pen pressed against the white paper, and the ball at the top of the pen rubbed against the paper. Soon, a blood-red circle was drawn.
His hand did not move, but the pen drew something on the paper. Chen Ge stared at the picture on the paper and thought of the name of this side quest — The Pen Spirit That Cannot Be Sent Away.
There were three taboos in the Pen Spirit game. First, one could not ask about the cause of death. Second, one could not ask about the lifespan of the deceased. Third, one had to ask the deceased to leave. Breaking any of these rules would result in uncontrollable consequences.
The third rule was the most serious. Once the Pen Spirit was summoned, if it couldn't be asked to leave, it would stay by the player's side until it took over the player's body or killed the player.
"Let's hope there are no accidents," Chen Ge said in his heart as he looked at the white paper again.
A blood-red circle was drawn in the center of the white paper.
"Looks like it has heard my voice. It's time for me to ask questions."
Chen Ge was only there to complete the black phone's mission. He did not want to try anything strange. If he angered the black phone, he would be the one to suffer in the end.
"I've successfully summoned the Pen Spirit. This is a rare opportunity." After some thought, Chen Ge voiced the biggest question in his heart. "Pen Spirit, Pen Spirit, do you know where my parents have gone?"
When he was doing the Nightmare Mission, the Bathtub Game, the people that he wanted to see the most were his parents, but his wish did not come true. At least, this proved one thing — his parents were not dead; they were just missing.
Chen Ge really wanted to know the answer to this question, but to his surprise, when he asked the question, the pen in his palm started to shake, and thin cracks started to appear on the shaft.
This was different from what he had imagined. "Is my question that difficult?"
Two minutes later, Chen Ge felt like the room had brightened. The pen in his hand started to move again, and it drew another circle on the paper.
"What does that mean? Did I skip it? " Chen Ge looked at the two circles on the paper, and he had a general idea of what the Pen Spirit meant. It was awkward because it did not know the answer to this question.
"The Pen Spirit's reaction earlier was very strange. Looks like the disappearance of my parents is not that simple." Chen Ge was silent. Other than this question, he really could not think of anything else to ask. "Oh well, I'll just ask a random question. I should finish this side mission as soon as possible."
The chill on his arms had already spread to his shoulders. As the game continued, Chen Ge felt half of his body go numb, and he was losing control of it.
"Then, I'll change my question. Pen Spirit, Pen Spirit, can you tell me who my future wife is?"
The tip of the pen trembled, and the flashlight flickered like something had walked past. The atmosphere in the room became tense again.
The window creaked, and raindrops fell into the room. Lightning sliced through the night sky, and at one moment, four shadows appeared on the wall.
His palm gripped the air, and the pen in Chen Ge's hand started to move again.
Blood-red handwriting appeared on the paper. Stroke by stroke, the first character was soon written.
"Xu? Is it Xu Wan? " This time, Chen Ge was really curious. The pen in his hand did not stop. He continued the last stroke of the previous character and started to write the next character.
However, when he was halfway through, the ballpoint pen suddenly stopped moving again.
"What's going on?"
Chen Ge looked at everything passively. He did not use any force, but the pen in his palm started to shake violently, and more cracks appeared on it.
"Bang!"
Several different forces seemed to be fighting inside the eerie bedroom. The ballpoint pen could not withstand the pressure, and the top of the pen cracked.
One of the parties seemed to have chosen to compromise, and then Chen Ge saw a very shocking scene.
The pen in his hand crossed out the 'Xu' that he had written earlier, and then he wrote another name in the empty space next to it!
"Zhang … Ya?"
The blood red name was written neatly on the white paper. Chen Ge did not know what to say. "Pen Spirit, are you sure you wanted to write this in the first place?"
There was no reply, and the chill on Chen Ge's arm disappeared. "Pen Spirit, are you still there? Please circle if you can hear me. "
The chill disappeared completely, and the room returned to normal. It looked like the Pen Spirit had left without saying goodbye, but for the sake of safety, Chen Ge followed the rules of the game and chanted, "Pen Spirit, Pen Spirit, you are my previous life, and I am your current life. If you wish to leave, please go back."
The game ended, and Chen Ge stood up from the chair. Once he let go, the ballpoint pen in his palm broke into several pieces. It looked quite pitiful.
"The Pen Spirit game that I'm playing seems to be different from others."
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