Everyone knew that a stalemate would eventually bring change.
But no one had expected that change to come so quickly. In just over ten seconds, the chill covering the backs of their hands had actually turned into a small hand visible to the naked eye.
It was slender and pale, yet had a certain sturdy texture.
It looked like it belonged to a teenager.
The moment the hand appeared, it gently gripped the fountain pen, becoming the fourth hand in the Ouija game.
"Ouija, Ouija, am I dead?"
A hollow voice rang out.
This time, the questioner was no longer the three living people. It had been replaced by the Vicious Ghost hiding in the classroom.
The instant the question appeared.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly grew oppressively heavy. Enormous pressure made everyone's chests feel stifled, as if they had entered a high-pressure chamber and could barely breathe.
The chill transmitted from the contact between the backs of their hands and the Ghost Hand slowly spread up their arms.
For every inch it advanced, another inch of their bodies lost sensation, as if they had been injected with anesthetic and could no longer feel that part existed.
"Damn it!"
"If this keeps spreading, we're finished before long."
Jiang Yi was both shocked and furious.
He quickly realized something was wrong, but he didn't dare let go of the fountain pen. He could only raise his head and look at the two companions opposite him.
But.
The next second, horror appeared on his face.
He discovered that a faint shadow had appeared behind both Xu Ping and Old Yang. Each shadow had extended an arm, but there was nothing below its wrist.
"Does this hand belong to them?"
Opposite him.
Old Yang had noticed the figures long ago, so although