Chapter 89: Begging for Mercy Doesn't Require a Mouth

At that moment, Su Mian's brain was blank. She felt the ghost's other hand stroking her cheek, which had turned pale from tension.

This posture was too strange, causing Su Mian's focus to shift slightly.

Why was his hand warm? Could it be a hallucination before death?

Her chin was lifted, a forced and irresistible action, seemingly reminding her of her current situation. Su Mian snapped back to reality.

The restrictive action made her want to curl up in discomfort, but she couldn't move a single part of her body, and her eyes were forced to look at the empty door panel.

Being controlled made her whole body tense up, her breathing quickened, and fear transformed into another kind of embarrassment and helplessness.

"I don't think you realize your situation."

Su Mian opened her mouth, only to find she couldn't speak.

"Are you going to beg for mercy?"

The ghost kept talking. Su Mian let out a "mm," intending to tell the Pen Spirit she couldn't speak, but the ghost chuckled.

"I know."

"Begging for mercy doesn't require a mouth."

The voice was low and gentle, but very hoarse. It wasn't Su Mian's stereotype; it was exactly like the voices of ghosts in those ghost movies, whispering in her ear.

Su Mian shuddered all over, cold sweat sliding down her spine. She felt that force gripping her waist, moving her body to turn slowly.

She still couldn't see anything in the darkness, but he didn't make the next move.

What was he waiting for?

Su Mian raised her eyes, puzzled, but she couldn't do nothing.

She tentatively reached out and hugged the black shadow in front of her.

The ghost indeed hugged her back. At that moment, Su Mian's tense nerves finally relaxed.

"So cute... but please don't relax."

A light voice came from her ear, low and carrying inexplicable pleasure.

The ghost patted her back lightly, comforting the "surviving" girl, but the words he spoke made one's heart go cold.

"I'll give you three minutes."

……

"Run."

With a click, the door was opened.

Su Mian rushed out immediately. The sound of rain grew louder, and she ran wildly without a destination.

Not knowing where else she could hide, she suddenly found an open dorm door not far ahead.

Su Mian had no other choice. She gritted her teeth, rushed in, and hid in the wardrobe. The wardrobe wasn't big, but the girl's petite figure was just right to stuff inside.

Three minutes was fast, yet very long. She breathed in small gasps, adjusting her breathing.

She tried to pull her feet in a bit more, but the clothes hanging there were knocked down by her movement, all falling onto her head.

……

Unsurprisingly, she was found again.

That ghost even lazily commented, "Was that movement intentional? Or are you provoking me?"

Fuck.

Su Mian took the clothes off her head, climbed out of the wardrobe in frustration, and hugged the massive ghost out of habit, which earned her two light laughs from the ghost.

"I've already given you one chance."

Just as this ghost was considering whether to give Su Mian another chance, there was a commotion at the door. Two figures walked in sneakily. Su Mian immediately pulled the wardrobe door tight.

"Why is this dorm open?"

It was Shen Jiarui and Chang Anning. Shen Jiarui was holding her arm, her legs getting softer as she walked.

"Shen Jiarui, stop dragging me!"

The two didn't know what they had experienced. Chang Anning seemed to have lost all patience. The two supported each other and walked inside.

Shen Jiarui: "You say if we hide here, we won't be found, right?"

Chang Anning: "As long as you don't scream suddenly, you won't."

Shen Jiarui shut her mouth aggrievedly. She didn't know who had bumped into the corner of the table in the dark.

With a clatter, a wooden thing fell down, and the two froze completely.

A thunderbolt struck, and the dorm was deathly white. The silhouettes were instantly elongated. Chang Anning looked closely and saw a half-open wooden box lying on the ground.

Shen Jiarui: "Forget the box, Chang Anning, let's find a place to hide quickly."

Chang Anning: "How can that be? What if it's a clue?"

Shen Jiarui's teeth were chattering. She felt she was inexplicable. If the Pen Spirit found them, they would die; what time was there to care about clues?

But the moment Chang Anning picked up the wooden frame, the blood color on her face instantly faded. Her arm went soft, and the wooden box fell to the ground again, sounding exceptionally crisp in the silence.

Shen Jiarui was startled by the sudden sound.

"Scared, scared me! Don't make such a big noise."

She spoke in a breathy voice, but saw Chang Anning stiffen, her face deathly pale as she looked up.

"Bone... bone ash box."

In an instant, another thunderbolt struck. The two saw something and screamed in unison, their steps chaotic as they retreated, falling onto the bed.

"Ghost ghost ghost ghost ghost...!!!"

Su Mian in the wardrobe quietly lifted a gap to look out. Shen Jiarui and Chang Anning were curled up in a corner of the bed, crying uncontrollably.

And beside the fallen bone ash box, a doll lay quietly.

Su Mian was very familiar with that doll because she had stolen it the day before the crime. Inferior gold plastic curly hair, ugly plaid skirt in pink and green.

But now, the doll's face had disappeared, and it had turned into an extremely incongruous human face. This human face was Liang Chuchu.

Su Mian's breathing stalled. The Pen Spirit's hand started acting up again, seemingly curious about the shocking red marks on her legs, and grabbed her knee pit.

Then, with a "thump," Su Mian, like a frightened bird, shrank back violently, a short gasp escaping her lips, her head hitting the top of the wardrobe.

A tingling sensation like an electric shock spread from the point of skin that had been touched.

Those eyes, which were always calm, were now wide open, like a kitten whose scruff had been pinched.

No one knew her knee pit was very sensitive.

Su Mian herself had almost forgotten because no one had dared to grab her knee like that for a long time.

Fuck.

Bastard Pen Spirit.

Her body was so soft she couldn't support herself now, and she could only rely on her two hands to support herself.

And the two people on the other side who heard the movement covered their mouths in fear.

Shen Jiarui: "What... what sound?"

Chang Anning's face turned white. Her fingers trembled as she pointed at the wardrobe. The two pushed each other, letting the other go forward to check.

Su Mian thought to herself, "Not good." She felt much less fear of the Pen Spirit, and was even a bit annoyed by him.

The ghost was still twisting her hair, seemingly a bit apologetic, a bit aggrieved. She waved her hand and spoke with lip-reading.

Go, go, go.

She was very annoyed now.

Just as Chang Anning had gathered enough psychological preparation to decide to step forward, Su Mian suddenly thought of a trick. She immediately raised her hand and knocked hard on the wardrobe.

Accompanied by a commotion, it was as if some ghost was about to stick its head out of the cabinet door.

Chang Anning was so scared she almost knelt down, shouting while running out the door, not even caring about Shen Jiarui. Shen Jiarui was crying with snot and tears mixed together, crawling and rolling out of the dorm, the dorm door banging loudly.

After waiting for a few minutes, there was no sound in the corridor. Su Mian climbed out of the wardrobe and went to check the box and doll lying on the ground. ===== CHAPTER 90 =====