Chapter 92: The Spirit of the Plate 2

"All right, the story ends here. So, how is it? Isn't it quite terrifying?" Seow Qiang must have thought the story was terrifying, judging by the satisfied tone in his last sentence that I could detect.

"That's it? But how did Xiao Hua die? Why was she nailed under the bed board?" Qian Wang raised the same question I had. Every night, Xiao Ya was in the dormitory, so even if a ghost or something was responsible, there would have been some noise, unless they used a ghostly method to silence them.

"I heard this story from someone else. They said that before this, they played a game called 'ouija board'." Seow Qiang stopped to think before continuing, and by his tone, it seemed he hadn't heard of this 'ouija board' game before either.

Of course, I was hearing this term for the first time too. I knew about immortals and demons, but I'd never heard of this ouija board. Was it a spirit that possessed dishes?