The dormitory was unusually quiet, so quiet that we could only hear the thumping of our own heartbeats.

After a moment, there came a faint rustling sound from the paper, and the 2B pencil started moving on its own, slowly drawing a circle.

We glanced at each other, knowing that the "Ouija board" had been awakened by us.

I remember the first time we played the Ouija board game; everyone thought it was fascinating and eagerly asked questions to the Ouija board.

But now, after summoning the Ouija board, everyone remained silent, afraid of asking the wrong questions and inviting disastrous consequences.

The 2B pencil continued leisurely drawing circles on the paper, but no one asked any questions. The atmosphere was so heavy that it felt like water could drip out of it.

Zhou Wei anxiously said, "Come on, everyone, speak up! After summoning the Ouija board, we must ask questions. Otherwise, the Ouija board will think you're teasing it! Hurry up!"

Zhang Meng said, "Then you ask first!"

Zhou Wei gritted his teeth and casually asked, "Ouija board, will I become a wealthy person?"

The pencil paused for a moment and then drew a cross on the paper.

Obviously, the Ouija board's answer was: No!

But Zhou Wei didn't take the Ouija board's answer to heart. After all, at the moment, we were just trying to save our lives. Becoming wealthy or not was a matter for the future. Even if he couldn't become wealthy, at least being alive was fortunate.

Fatso asked again, "Ouija board, will I have children at what age?"

The pencil moved slowly on the paper, leaving behind the number 30.

Fatso showed a pleased expression, "That's good! That's good! A man reaches maturity at thirty, having children at that age means my life will be stable!"

Now it was Huang Kun's turn to ask. He was very nervous and asked with a tense face, "Ouija board, tonight... will I... die..."

Before Huang Kun could utter the word "die," I quickly covered his mouth, rebuking him sternly, "Don't ask such foolish questions!"

Zhou Xiaolong died last time because he asked about lifespan-related questions.

Huang Kun asking such a question now would undoubtedly be quite foolish.

Just then, a gust of cold wind blew in, extinguishing one of the candles.

The dormitory was already dimly lit, and now with one candle extinguished, it became even darker and gloomier.

I lifted my head unintentionally, and all the hair on my body stood on end because I noticed that at this very moment, there was a person standing outside our dormitory!

Each dormitory room door had a small glass window for the supervision of the dormitory teacher.

But the person standing outside the dormitory was clearly not a dormitory teacher.

It was a disheveled woman, her face not clearly visible, just standing at the doorway silently, unknown for how long she had been standing there.

I could feel that under her long hair, there were a pair of cold eyes, staring through the glass window, coldly watching the people inside the dormitory, her gaze filled with resentment.

Fatso, who had his back facing the dormitory door, saw my stunned expression and found it strange, asking me what I was looking at.

Before I could answer, the woman's singing voice came from the doorway, ethereal and mournful, "Falling flowers cover the moonlight, borrowing a cup of wine to accompany the phoenix on the stage. The emperor's daughter sheds tears as she offers incense, willing to die in return for her parents' kindness. Secretly watching, secretly longing, tears hidden in sorrow. I am half afraid, fearing the marriage of the nobleman and the phoenix. Unwilling to die with love, accompanying me to the end..."

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As soon as we heard this voice, everyone's scalp exploded.

Zhang Meng opened his mouth wide, as if unable to breathe properly, "Ou... Ouija... Ouija..."

I knew deep down that the woman from the nightmare had been summoned once again by us.

I had to find out what was going on and put an end to this game.

While everyone was still stunned, I suddenly let go of Huang Kun, stood up, and rushed towards the door.

Zhou Wei shouted from behind, "Yang Cheng, where are you going? The game isn't over yet!"

I was now solely focused on catching this woman and didn't think much about anything else, so I abruptly opened the dormitory door.

As I rushed out of the dormitory, I suddenly felt that something was not right.

The long corridor that should have been outside the dormitory was nowhere to be seen. Instead, I found myself in an unfamiliar environment I had never been to before.

When I turned back to look, the dormitory door had also disappeared.

Looking around, I realized I was standing on top of an ancient wooden structure building. The corners of the building were adorned with flying eaves, forming a square shape. Inside the square, every ten steps or so, there was a room with wooden lattice carvings on the doors and brass door handles, exuding an antique charm.

Inside this square-shaped building was a courtyard.

In the center of the courtyard stood a stage.

As a resounding gong sounded, a group of actors took the stage, singing and performing in a lively manner.

The actors wore long robes with flowing sleeves, and there were about a dozen men and women.

I didn't have much knowledge of opera, so I didn't know which play they were performing. All I saw was their vibrant costumes and heavy makeup, making them look like paper-mâché figures in a funeral supply store, very strange.

It was then that I realized the ancient building I was in used to be a theater.

In the past, people didn't have such diverse leisure activities, nor were there movie theaters, KTVs, or disco clubs. So their biggest pastime was watching plays.

A theater like this was undoubtedly one of the most luxurious and grand theaters of its time.

The first floor was where ordinary people sat, while the second floor consisted entirely of private rooms for the wealthy and influential. Drinking tea, eating pastries, smoking cigarettes, sitting in private rooms to watch a play—this was the ultimate enjoyment for the wealthy at the time.

I couldn't help but wonder, what was happening? How did I end up in a place like this? Could it be that I had traveled through time?

I walked slowly along the corridor, and perhaps it wasn't yet opening hours because, in this vast theater, besides the actors performing on stage, there was not a single audience member. The group of actors might be rehearsing.

They sang merrily, but suddenly, there was a loud bang, like the sound of someone doing a high kick, and it startled me. The actors on stage also stopped singing, their expressions filled with fear as they looked towards the main entrance.

Then, I heard the sound of chaotic footsteps, and dozens of fully armed soldiers rushed in from outside, surrounding the theater and aiming their guns at the actors on stage.

As I focused my gaze, I couldn't help but be astonished. These soldiers who had rushed in were actually Japanese soldiers, what we called "devils."

They wore helmets and stepped in big boots, holding Type 38 rifles. Each of them looked fierce, and the rising sun flag on their uniforms was particularly striking.

I stood dumbfounded on the building, unsure if all this was real or an illusion.

The things happening before my eyes felt like scenes from a movie, but at the same time, it seemed like they were happening right in front of me, for real.