It turns out I'm a second-generation demon.

Seeing the dark yellow ceiling and bright fluorescent lights, Li Xianyu deduced from the color of the walls and the sounds around him that this was the old girls' dormitory building, as not all student dormitories at the university were new buildings.

"Zhang Ying, it's such a pity, you almost married into a wealthy family," said the girl lying on the opposite bed with a face mask on.

"If you ask me, just fight her to the death. Anyway, you have a child, and having a child gives you leverage." Another voice came from under the bed.

Zhang Ying's voice rang in Li Xianyu's ears. She sighed, "Giving birth to the child is the only way to survive. Do you think I don't want to? But he won't agree to a divorce. His wife's family is also in business. It's a marriage of convenience. How could he possibly divorce for the sake of my unborn child? He says he'll give me child support, but he won't want the child. Threats are useless. But if I'm sensible, he's willing to pay a settlement."

My perspective is so strange, why am I on Zhang Ying's head?

After a moment of stunned silence, Li Xianyu immediately realized that he was seeing the world from the perspective of the ghost infant, but why was he seeing what happened last night?

What kind of operation is this?

A ghost baby brand broadcasting room?

Is it because its umbilical cord was inserted into my mouth?

"Hey, tell me, how much did he give you as a breakup fee?"

This question piqued the interest of the other two girls in the dorm, who then pressed for more details.

Zhang Ying said, "The breakup fee is 150,000 yuan, plus the nutritional expenses after the abortion, compensation for emotional distress, etc., totaling 200,000 yuan."

"Wow!"

Exclamations of surprise rippled through the room, with the girls exclaiming with envy, "You hit the jackpot! Next time you find a guy like this, count me in!"

So this is what girls talk about in private. Ha, women.

What idiot would give such a large breakup fee? No wonder the marriage market is getting worse and worse.

But thinking of his own kidneys, Li Xianyu was overcome with sorrow. What did it matter to him whether the price was inflated or not? Then he thought of the 200,000 yuan inheritance that his dead father had worked so hard to save... The contrast made him even sadder.

"It's not that easy to hook a rich guy. You have to be his slave in bed." Zhang Ying sighed in distress. "Besides, I'm pregnant, my health is deteriorating, and I'm out of shape. It will be even harder for me to marry a rich man in the future."

From the ghost baby's perspective, he could clearly see the view inside Zhang Ying's loose pajamas.

Zhang Ying rubbed her neck: "My cervical spine has been sore and painful lately, and I always feel like something is pressing on my neck."

At this moment, a girl suggested, "How about we play with the Ouija board? We can ask it how our future will be."

This suggestion was immediately rejected by another girl: "Are you kidding yourself? You dare to play with that?"

Zhang Ying laughed at the girl in the opposite bunk, "What are you afraid of? Do you really believe in ghosts? Even if they do, that's fine. We can ask it about our future. As long as we follow the rules, the Ouija board spirit is nothing to worry about."

Li Xianyu realized she had gotten up—or rather, Zhang Ying had gotten up. She sat on the bed, her tone full of interest: "Okay, who among you knows the rules?"

After Zhang Ying got up, he took a clear look at the dormitory. The girls' bed sheets and blankets were either cartoonish or pink, and there was a faint scent of perfume in the air. But the things on the tables were messy and cluttered, with cosmetics, computers, textbooks... a complete mess that would make someone with OCD's scalp crawl. Underwear of various colors and styles hung on the balcony.

The kettle and chairs were placed haphazardly, and the overall feeling of the dormitory was that it wasn't dirty, but it was messy.

It turns out that there isn't much difference between girls' dormitories and boys' dormitories.

The girl who suggested playing with the Ouija board said, "I know how to do that, I'll teach you, but I suggest we sneak into the bathroom to play after midnight."

Zhang Ying said, "Why go to the toilet? Let's just play in the dorm."

"Do you guys remember the legend about our dorm building?" the girl said. "This is an old building. Back in 08, a girl committed suicide by cutting her wrists in the bathroom. If you're going to play Ouija board, that's a better place. Besides, the bathroom light broke last night."

The girls were a little scared but also a little excited, and finally agreed to play the game.

Humans are such complex creatures; the more afraid they are, the more they like to do it. They are both afraid and excited, and then they accidentally kill themselves.

Li Xianyu's heart stirred slightly. Could it be that the Ouija board game had driven the ghost baby into a frenzy, causing it to kill Zhang Ying?

They didn't know that there really were vengeful spirits in the world, and that they were sharing a room with them.

The girl who suggested playing the Ouija board was a paranormal enthusiast who loved these supernatural and ghostly things. She rummaged through her drawers and found a candle: "I've wanted to play this game for a long time, but I was afraid you guys wouldn't dare, so I never brought it up."

Other girls reacted dramatically by calling him a "pervert" and "sick."

After staying up until midnight, the four girls sneaked out of the dormitory and headed towards the public toilet at the end of the corridor.

"Let me repeat the rules I just told you," the paranormal enthusiast girl said, "Don't ask how the Ouija board died, don't try to befriend it, and don't ask it if it's hungry. These are taboos."

"What is the last taboo?" Zhang Ying asked.

"By asking that question, you're inviting it to eat," the girl said, deliberately lowering her voice. "It will then eat you, and your family."

At midnight, the girls' dormitory was quiet. The light from the streetlights shone through from outside, making the corridor appear even more shadowy and adding a touch of eeriness and gloom.

The four people entered the restroom, which was completely dark, even darker than the corridor. After their pupils adjusted to the darkness, they could vaguely see the outlines of the toilet stalls.

Some cubicle doors were closed, while others were half-open. These half-open doors were very eerie, especially under certain psychological suggestion, making people feel that there was something behind the half-open door, silently watching you in the dark.

Entering the enclosed and quiet restroom, the girls were noticeably more nervous than before.

"Click!"

The girl, who was into paranormal activity, lit a white candle with a lighter and chuckled, saying, "Lighting a candle when playing with a Ouija board makes it more effective. Red and white candles have different uses; the white candle is for guiding them. I've seen this on paranormal forums, but I don't know if it's true or not."

Li Xianyu thought carefully but couldn't remember needing white candles to play the Ouija board game.

Wow, that's impressive, bro. You even know how to innovate in ghost-summoning games. You've got some skills.

From the perspective of the ghost baby, Li Xianyu saw the girls crouching around the candle, their faces half hidden in darkness and half illuminated by the candlelight, making them appear particularly eerie.

A sheet of white paper is spread out on the ground, and four girls simultaneously hold pens, hovering above the paper.

The supernatural girl whispered, "Ouija board spirit, you are my past life, and I am your present life. If you wish to continue our bond, please draw a circle on the paper."

The girl's deliberately lowered voice echoed in the quiet restroom.

Li Xianyu couldn't understand the summoning incantation. Logically speaking, the Ouija board game was a kind of soul-summoning ritual, summoning unclean things in the vicinity, but the summoning incantation was about past lives, present lives, and continuing the predestined relationship.

Is this asking for trouble by letting a vengeful spirit continue its connection with you?

It's said that it's easy to summon a spirit through a pen but difficult to send it away, which is probably due to the incantation used for summoning it.

It should be changed to: Ouija board spirit, Ouija board spirit, you are my oppa, I am your naive sweetheart, if you want to meet me, please draw a circle on the paper.

In that case, if you happen to encounter a pen spirit who likes Korean dramas, you might be able to escape unscathed.

"You all recite it together; sincerity is key."

After half a day of no results, the paranormal girl became anxious.

God is only effective if you are sincere; you should worship Buddha.

Li Xianyu had a lot of complaints stuck in his throat and couldn't get them out.

After hearing this, several girls recited it along with them.

Five minutes later, the girls' arms began to tremble slightly, not because of the Ouija board, but because their muscles were sore from holding their arms up for too long.

The Ouija board didn't seem to have come, but for some reason, Li Xianyu felt the atmosphere in the restroom had become inexplicably heavy, as if something had come out.

In the still of midnight, in the pitch-black toilet, the girls' incantations to summon the Ouija board echoed repeatedly.

The candles burned quietly, their flames slender and flickering, distorting the girls' shadows.

They persisted for a few more minutes, the pen trembling violently, but they didn't draw any circles. The trembling was due to the girls' aching arms.

"What? I told you there's no Ouija board!" A girl was the first to let go, shaking her arm violently. "I can't take it anymore."

The others also stopped, leaving a patch of black dots on the white paper.

Zhang Ying frowned in disappointment: "Boring."

They blew out the candles, put away their paper and pens, and left the restroom together.

Li Xianyu was slightly disappointed. Was that all? The ghost baby did not suddenly attack and kill as he had expected. It lay quietly on Mama's neck, the umbilical cord connected to her spine.

An unexpected incident occurred as they approached the restroom.

Li Xianyu suddenly bristled, goosebumps rising all over his body like cold snakes slithering from his tailbone all the way to his head.

He directly shared the ghost baby's personal experience at the time. What made the ghost baby feel tingling on the scalp? Just as this question arose, the ghost baby lying on Zhang Ying's neck turned around and looked back. Through its perspective, Li Xianyu saw a woman with disheveled hair standing in the half-open cubicle.