In many places, there is a saying that "getting bird droppings on your body brings bad luck." Fatso mentioned it casually, and we didn't pay much attention to it. Even Huang Kun himself didn't take it seriously. We thought it was just a joke, something to laugh about and forget.

In the evening, after self-study, we returned to the dormitory. Some were taking showers, while others were preparing instant noodles.

Suddenly, we heard Huang Kun scream, as if he had been electrocuted, and he fell off the bed in a panic.

We looked at Huang Kun in confusion, not understanding what was happening.

Sitting on the floor, Huang Kun's face turned pale, trembling as he pointed at his bed, "Shoes... the shoes..."

Fatso slurped his noodles and asked Huang Kun, "What shoes?"

"The embroidered shoes... the ones that caused Zhou Xiaolong's death... they're in my bed..." Huang Kun almost squeezed those words out of his throat.

As soon as Huang Kun said this, the noisy dormitory instantly fell silent.

Everyone stared at Huang Kun, their faces growing increasingly grim.

Zhou Wei said with a stiff voice, "You... you're not joking, are you?"

Huang Kun was on the verge of tears, swearing that he was not joking. The pair of embroidered shoes was now in his bedding.

Those embroidered shoes must be cursed. They were in Zhou Xiaolong's bedding before he died, and now they appeared in Huang Kun's bedding. Could it be that Huang Kun...

We had already forgotten about the Ouija board, thinking that it was all in the past and the Ouija board wouldn't bother us again. However, these ghostly appearing embroidered shoes pushed us back into the depths of the nightmare.

It turned out that the Ouija board never left from beginning to end, and the game was not over. This time, the victim was likely Huang Kun.

Fatso glanced at me. I was the bravest, so I climbed onto Huang Kun's bed and was shocked to see a pair of embroidered shoes neatly placed under the blanket.

The soles of the embroidered shoes were bright red, vibrant and eye-catching.

The shoe uppers were embroidered with mandarin ducks and other patterns. Overall, the workmanship was exquisite, and they emitted a faint fragrance.

As I held the embroidered shoes, I felt a chilling coldness from them.

When everyone saw the embroidered shoes in my hands, their faces turned green, becoming ashen, as if doomsday had arrived.

Huang Kun was already sobbing, "Wuwuwu, the embroidered shoes appeared on my bed. It means the Ouija board is coming for me. I'm still young, I don't want to die, I don't want to end up like Zhou Xiaolong, I'm just a **!"

Huang Kun's cries made the atmosphere in the dormitory extremely heavy.

In extreme fear, Huang Kun suddenly turned angry towards Fatso, "It's all your fault, damn fatso! You cursed me in the morning, saying that getting bird droppings on your body brings bad luck, and it came true because of your jinxing. Let me tell you, even if I become a ghost, I won't let you off!"

Fatso didn't back down from the confrontation, "You bastard, I kindly reminded you, and you blame me? Won't let me off even if you become a ghost? Fine, if you dare, come find me. Every time I see you, I'll hit you!"

The two of them argued fiercely, and suddenly, the dormitory lights went out, plunging the room into chaotic darkness.

The dormitory was dark, and after the darkness descended, it became quiet. The air was heavy, causing a sense of panic.

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Fatso asked me what to do. I pondered and said, "To completely resolve this, we can only find the Ouija board!"

Fatso asked, "Do you have a way to find the Ouija board?"

I jumped down from Huang Kun's bed and said one word, "Yes!"

Fatso exclaimed, "What's the plan?"

In the darkness, I glanced at everyone's faces and said, "The only way is to continue the game!"

"Continue the game? What game?" Chen Feiyu stuck his head out, surprised.

With a serious expression, I said, "Of course, the Ouija board game!"

"No, I'm not playing, **, I'm not playing!" Zhang Meng was the first to scream, burying his head under the covers, only his buttocks sticking out, looking like an ostrich.

Fatso looked at me, worried, and asked, "Cheng Ge, will this work?"

At that moment, Zhou Wei got up from his bed and said, "I support Yang Cheng's decision. Last time, it was because Zhou Xiaolong interrupted the game randomly that we incurred the Ouija board's revenge. But the game never really ended, so we must continue with it, even if it means facing our fears until the game truly ends. Maybe then we can bid farewell to the Ouija board!"

I nodded. Zhou Wei's words were exactly what I had in mind.

Zhou Wei took out two candles from the cupboard and lit them in the dormitory. The candlelight flickered, casting a mysterious aura over the room.

Huang Kun took paper and a pen and said, "Let's play, let's continue playing. If we don't, I'll die!"

The five of us formed a circle, but we noticed that Zhang Meng was curled up in his bed and hadn't come out.

Zhou Wei asked Zhang Meng to come over, but Zhang Meng tightly hugged his pillow. "I'm not playing. People will die. I don't want to die. I won't play. Don't force me!"

Fatso became anxious, "You damn coward, why are you hesitating? Hurry up and come over. The game must continue; otherwise, people will die!"

Zhang Meng's head shook like a tambourine, "No! I'm not playing! Besides, the Ouija board hasn't come for me. Why should I continue playing with you guys?"

Zhang Meng's words infuriated Huang Kun.

Huang Kun turned around and pulled out a folding fruit knife used for peeling fruits from the cupboard, rushing towards Zhang Meng.

Zhang Meng screamed, "Don't come near me! What are you doing? Hey, what are you doing?"

Huang Kun's face filled with killing intent, and fearing that he would cause harm, we quickly stopped him, urging him to put down the knife and talk things out.

Huang Kun's eyes turned red, "Talk my ass! If he doesn't participate in the game, I'm done for tonight. Since I'm going to die anyway, I'll drag him down with me! Zhang Meng, you won't save me, right? Then let's die together!"

Huang Kun howled, desperately trying to pounce on Zhang Meng.

Zhang Meng was frightened by Huang Kun's manic appearance and quickly said, "Let's play! I'll play with you, alright?"

Even though Zhang Meng had countless reasons not to, he looked at the gleaming knife and felt a twinge of fear. He obediently climbed down from the bed and joined us, forming a circle.

On the floor, there was a piece of white paper with a 2B pencil placed on it. On both sides, white candles burned.

We exchanged glances, nodded at each other, and then said in unison, "Ouija board, Ouija board, I am your past life, you are my present life. If you wish to continue our connection, draw a circle on the paper!"