I remembered Yang Qianyun's name and her home address, deciding to visit her place tomorrow to gather more detailed information.

　　"Ouija Board?"

　　Since I had caught a nap in the elevator, I was now wide awake and full of energy. Although it was already dark outside, I didn't feel like sleeping.

　　I made myself a packet of instant noodles and sat down at the computer, munching on the noodles while I "Baidu-ed" (searched on Baidu) for "Ouija Board". To my surprise, the search yielded millions of results.

　　As I browsed through the web pages, I grew increasingly astonished. There were numerous real-life accounts attesting to the existence of the "Ouija Board", with a large number of middle and high school students being avid players.

　　I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes and pondering for a long while. Eventually, curiosity got the better of fear, and I decided to try playing the Ouija Board myself.

　　Based on the instructions I found on Baidu, I opted for the simplest method of playing the Ouija Board, which could be done alone with just a pencil and a piece of white paper. The pencil's tip had to be rounded for smooth sliding on the paper.

　　It was already nine o'clock at night. I drew the curtains, leaving only the faint glow from the computer screen illuminating the room.

　　I smoothed out the white paper on the table and, after committing the steps to memory, began playing the Ouija Board.

　　"The Ouija Board is, in essence, a tool for summoning spirits. To 'invite' is to summon ghosts. The spirits summoned are usually malevolent entities that lurk behind people, siphoning off their vital energy. When summoning ghosts, one must open up their body's 'channels' to allow the ghost to enter and control their hand to write. When summoned by professional Taoist priests, these are usually benevolent deities from the ancestral lineage. However, when summoned by ordinary people, they are often malevolent spirits and ghosts that roam the mortal realm. These malevolent entities usually only harm people occasionally, but once you establish a connection with them through this method, they will latch onto you and even bring their companions to drain your vital energy..."

　　This was the description of the Ouija Board I found on Baidu. To be honest, in the past, I would have dismissed it as nonsense and scoffed at it. But lately, I had encountered too many strange and bizarre occurrences, and I was desperate to verify whether ghosts truly existed in this world.

　　Before officially playing the Ouija Board, I brewed a cup of tea given to me by Ling's father. It helped clear my mind considerably. According to Baidu, the more focused and undistracted one is, the easier it is to summon the spirits of the Ouija Board.

　　Then, I sat at the table, firmly grasping the pencil with both palms, hovering it just above the white paper where the tip could touch. I closed my eyes, trying to relax my body and mind, and silently chanted, "Spirit of the pen, spirit of the pen, I am your present life, you are my past life. If you wish to renew our bond, please draw a circle on the paper..."

　　I repeated the chant to demonstrate my sincerity. And indeed, miraculously, I felt my hand move, completely subconsciously.

　　Although I had prepared myself mentally, I still broke out in a cold sweat. I didn't dare to slack off and quickly asked, "Spirit of the pen, are you truly my past life?"

　　My arm moved, and the pencil glided across the paper, but I didn't dare to open my eyes. Before finishing all the questions, I had to maintain a relaxed state of mind and not suddenly stop. Even after finishing the questions, I had to respectfully recite the incantation to bid the spirit farewell.

　　However, just then, the door suddenly swung open, and Ling's voice rang out, "Jay, you're home. Why didn't you turn on the lights?"

　　I looked over with some annoyance, only to see Ling flick on the light with a "click". She walked in, tossed her bag onto the sofa, and then went to the windowsill.

　　"Swish!"

　　Ling pulled back the curtains.

　　"Ah!" She suddenly recoiled in terror, taking a few steps backward.

　　"What's wrong?" Ling's reaction startled me as well.

　　I rushed to the window and looked outside. At that moment, on the opposite street, there was a person with only the upper half of their body, looking up towards me.

　　I took a deep breath and quickly "swished" the curtains back together. In such a dark night, I really didn't have the courage to investigate what this half-bodied person was.

　　Ling, however, sensed something amiss from my strange behavior. She looked into my eyes and said, "Jay, what was that outside the window? Are you scared too?"

　　"Nothing at all," I shrugged and said, "Dear, you just scared the hell out of me. How are you going to compensate me?"

　　"Whatever you want," Ling tilted her head up, her face beaming with an extremely charming smile.

　　I pounced on Ling on the bed. After all the strange things I had encountered these past few days, I was utterly exhausted both mentally and physically. For a normal man, finding a woman to relax with was the best way to relieve stress.

　　I smoothly entered Ling, and she let out a moan like one in a dream. Her moans made me even more ecstatic...