The Taoist Boss Is Dominating The Horror World - Chapter 72

Su Yin casually pulled out a yellowed A4 paper from the desk and looked at the other two with her beautiful eyes.

 

“Do you know how to play?”

 

Han Qianmo shook his head; as an intellectual in the real world, he had never encountered such supernatural games.

 

Yang Le volunteered eagerly: “I know, it’s simple. We just need all three of us to hold the pen together, place the tip on the paper, and then recite the incantation to summon the Pen Spirit. If she hears us, the pen will start drawing circles on the paper uncontrollably.”

 

“Are you sure?”

 

Su Yin always felt that Yang Le was unreliable.

 

Yang Le patted his chest and assured, “Trust me, there will be no problem.”

 

Thus, the three of them each extended their right hands and grasped the pen…

 

In the pitch-black abandoned laboratory, only the light of a flashlight silently shone, and the surroundings fell into dead silence, enveloped by a strange atmosphere.

 

Yang Le shivered inexplicably and began to mutter the incantation to summon the Pen Spirit as his eyes fell on the pen tip on the white paper.

 

“Pen Spirit, Pen Spirit.”

 

“I am your dad, I am your mom.”

 

“Hear me and respond quickly.”

 

Su Yin: “…”

 

Han Qianmo: “…”

 

They should never have trusted this fool.

 

“Strange, why isn’t the pen moving? Could it be because I recited the wrong chant?”

 

He then changed the incantation.

 

“Spirit in the sky, spirit on the ground.”

 

“Pen Spirit, hear me and appear.”

 

Yang Le frowned. At this moment, he felt a sudden heaviness on his shoulder, as if something heavy was pressing on his neck, making it hard for him to breathe. His face also felt itchy, as if someone was brushing his cheeks with a feather.

 

It seemed… it had come!

 

No one saw a disheveled, red-clothed female ghost riding on Yang Le’s shoulders. Her long black hair cascaded down onto the top of Yang Le’s head. As the chilly wind blew, strands of her hair gently brushed across Yang Le’s cheeks. Her blood-red eyes peered through the gaps in her hair, fixating intently on the tip of the pen on the paper.

 

At that moment, the pens in the hands of the three people began to move uncontrollably, slightly shifting. Black ink left a mark on the yellowed paper, twisting into a strange ‘S’ shape, followed by the letter ‘B’.

 

“S… B? What does that mean?”

 

Yang Le’s frown deepened, not understanding what the ‘Pen Spirit’ was trying to convey.

 

Su Yin glanced at Yang Le and said softly, “She’s calling you an idiot.”

 

Yang Le: “…”

 

Then, the pen tip moved again, drawing a check mark (?) on the paper.

 

“Cough cough, since the Pen Spirit has arrived, let’s start preparing to ask her questions!”

 

Yang Le coughed twice to cover his embarrassment. His back was unconsciously hunched, and his hand gripping the pen shook slightly, betraying his nervousness.

 

He slowly asked, “Pen Spirit, are you Fan Hua?”

 

The pen tip moved, drawing another check mark (?).

 

Seeing that she really was the girl from the file, Yang Le’s eyes brightened as he continued, “Pen Spirit, are you single?”

 

On the pale yellow paper, another check mark (?) was outlined.

 

Su Yin thought Yang Le’s questions were nonsensical and was about to interrupt when Yang Le quickly asked the third question.

 

“Pen Spirit, what do you think of me? I don’t mind an unfinished love story between a human and a ghost. If you mind, I can become a ghost for you, so we can be together forever, never to be parted.”

 

“Snap—”

 

The steel pen barrel suddenly snapped in their hands, and at the same time, Yang Le’s shoulder relaxed.

 

“What happened? Why did the pen break? What a lousy brand, failing at a crucial moment,” Yang Le grumbled.

 

Han Qianmo pinched the bridge of his nose, unable to hold back anymore, “Just shut up!”

 

Didn’t you see you scared the Pen Spirit away!

 

“Why should I shut up? Pursuing my own happiness is nothing to be ashamed of.”

 

Yang Le purchased another stainless steel pen from the system store. This time, he held the pen alone on an A4 sheet of paper, muttering, “Pen Spirit, Pen Spirit, let’s continue…”

 

“Pen Spirit, Pen Spirit, come out, I have a love matter I want to discuss with you…”

 

“Pen Spirit, are you home…”

 

On the A4 paper, there was no longer any movement.

 

(???#)

 

In the teaching building.

 

Qing Li inspected the graffiti’s penmanship, which was quite neat and clearly from a different person than the one who wrote on the desk.

 

It seemed the graffiti was written by Fan Hua, while the words on the desk were carved by Gao Ming.

 

Both of them had chosen suicide under the influence of an evil ghost.

 

Suddenly, the red eyes in the graffiti blinked.

 

An ominous gaze fell upon Qing Li, and the eyes in the painting became more and more realistic. The whites of the eyes, filled with red blood vessels, seemed almost ready to bulge out. The black pupils shrank to the size of rice grains, and crimson blood flowed from them, rapidly staining the entire graffiti.

 

“Kill them…”

 

“Everyone must die…”

 

“Their existence is a torment…”

 

“We must free everyone together…”

 

“Reborn together…”

 

Countless noisy voices flooded into Qing Li’s ears, whispering like demons, constantly tempting.

 

“So noisy, buzzing like flies.”

 

Qing Li dug her ears, her eyes clear and bright.

 

Who gave this foolish ghost thing the confidence to think it could easily bewitch her?

 

Suddenly, she reached out her hand and plunged it into the bloody eye in the graffiti on the wall. Her arm was enveloped in the cold, sticky liquid. Qing Li groped around until she finally grasped something.

 

With a strong pull, she extracted a baby-sized mummy from the wall.

 

?What the heck is this??

 

?Is this the thing that persuaded Fan Hua and Gao Ming to commit suicide??

 

?Terrifying to think about, how could there be a baby’s corpse in the walls of a university classroom??

 

?This baby mummy looks like dried cured meat. With some green onions, ginger, garlic, and chili, I could eat ten of these.?

 

?Reporting the above for being a psycho wanting to eat kids.?

 

?The above is an idiot.?

 

?The above is an idiot.?

 

?……?

 

Qing Li examined the mummy in her hand. The tiny baby was curled up, its umbilical cord, not fully cut, had dried into a strip resembling spicy strips. Strange patterns were drawn with the blood of evil spirits on its small body, making Qing Li’s frown deepen…

 

The audience in the live broadcast asked:

 

?What did the little village girl find??

 

?Blind, she found something significant.?

 

?Yuanfang, what do you think??

 

?Reporting to my lord, there is only one truth to this matter.?

 

As the viewers in the live broadcast were guessing…

 

Qing Li, with a look of disgust, threw the baby mummy away.

 

“So dirty, the blood on it is filthy.”

 

Qing Li took out a wet wipe from her pocket and quickly cleaned her fingers.

 

Live broadcast room: ?……?

 

“Mom… Mommy…”

 

The dried corpse of the abandoned baby on the ground suddenly began to move. Its short and thin limbs sprawled on the ground, and its skin-and-bones head lifted. Those blood-colored eyes stared straight at Qing Li’s belly.

 

“Mommy…”

 

It slowly crawled towards Qing Li…

 

The sharp and piercing cries were ear-splitting and made one’s scalp tingle.

 

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Footnote:

Yuanfang: a reference to a popular catchphrase from the Chinese television show “Bao Qing Tian” (also known as “Justice Bao”), where the main character Bao Zheng often asks his assistant, Zhan Zhao (also known by his courtesy name Yuanfang), “Yuanfang, what do you think?” This phrase has become a meme in Chinese internet culture, often used humorously to ask someone for their opinion on a matter.