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

As consciousness returned and the scene returned, Li Xianyu, feeling a chill run down his spine, suddenly jumped up from his seat. The noise of the chair scraping against the floor echoed in the quiet classroom, attracting the attention of the professor and students.

"Do you need something, student?" Professor Qin asked in a loud voice, frowning.

Li Xianyu ignored him, bracing his hands on the table, panting heavily. A chill ran down his back; he reached down and touched it, finding his back drenched in sweat. Looking around, the ghost infant had vanished.

"Professor, I'm not feeling well and I'd like to ask for leave." He grabbed his backpack from the back of his chair, his face pale, and walked out of the classroom amidst the various gazes of his classmates.

Behind me came Professor Qin's voice: "Continue the exam."

That's how university is. You can choose to study or not; don't expect professors to rush out of the classroom to persuade you to stay like high school teachers would.

Li Xianyu strode out of the classroom, intending to wash his face in the restroom. He stopped at the restroom door, recalling the female ghost in the shared video of the ghost baby, whose hair was disheveled and whose face was covered, standing silently in the darkness. He hesitated to step in.

He estimated that he would have a psychological aversion to public toilets for a long time.

He also has similar traumas, such as seeing inappropriate adult content online that reminds him of his great-grandmother, which then causes him to have back pain.

Our ancestors must have had this kind of shadow, which led them to become ascetic male gods, losing interest in women.

We have no interest in women; we're only with them to procreate...

From the ghost baby's perspective, one can clearly feel that the woman is staring at him, or rather, staring at Zhang Ying, while also staring at the ghost baby.

He had only shared the ghost baby's personal experience, yet he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and nearly suffered a heart attack.

Li Xianyu suddenly remembered the rules of the Ouija board game: when you feel an extra person in the room, it means the Ouija board has arrived.

Yes, drawing circles on paper with a pen is not the only proof that the spirit of the Ouija board has come to your side.

There are no rules that explicitly state that the spirit of the Ouija board will cooperate with you. You may think that the summoning of the spirit has failed, but you may not know that it may be watching you from the side, with a pale face under its disheveled hair and eyes with cataracts.

Li Xianyu was always a person who followed his heart. After hesitating slightly at the toilet door, he turned around and left.

It wasn't a ghost baby that killed people!

The killer was a spirit using a Ouija board.

Li Xianyu stopped again, took out his phone, opened the "Ancient Demon" app, and tried to retract the message he had just sent to the mission department...

Everything is too late.

He can remain calm and collected even when abusing children... well, not really. But if the other party is a deeply resentful ghost, he'll be in great danger.

Li Xianyu hurried downstairs, called his great-grandmother, and learned that the two were at the library. He immediately rushed over.

Pitfall No. 1 and Pitfall No. 2 sat in the most conspicuous seats at the entrance, each licking their ice cream. Sanwu was reading a book very seriously, while his great-grandmother had her phone on the book and was looking at it intently.

Hearing footsteps behind her, Grandma calmly turned a page, covered her phone, and said with a happy sigh, "After reading for a while, I feel like I've been elevated. My three greatest loves in life are reading, drinking, and poetry."

"Some things are better left unsaid; give men a break," Li Xianyu said. "Do you think you're Li Bai?"

Grandma immediately said, "Li Xianyu, why is my phone smaller than everyone else's?"

Li Xianyu: "You're short and sharp."

Great-grandmother: "You're lying."

Li Xianyu: "You have big breasts, so your phone is small. That's called the balance principle."

Just as Grandma was about to speak, Li Xianyu waved his hand and said, "I have something important to tell you. I know how Zhang Ying died."

"A vengeful spirit killed someone." Li Xianyu lowered his voice: "They played a Ouija board game in the dormitory last night, and I saw with my own eyes that after they left, a woman appeared in the bathroom..."

Then, he recounted in detail what had just happened.

The great-grandmother frowned for a long time, pinching her chin: "The spirits summoned by spirit writing usually linger nearby. The length of time a vengeful spirit exists is directly proportional to its resentment. Generally, the longer a vengeful spirit has existed, the greater its resentment. You should first find out its origin."

Li Xianyu asked blankly, "What is Fuji?"

Great-grandmother: "Ancient witchcraft, the Ouija board is a simplified version of it, it is a Taoist soul-summoning spell."

"Ding!"

Li Xianyu's phone beeped. He took it out and looked at it. The message was from the company's mission department: "A suspected murder case involving a vengeful spirit has occurred in Building 3 of the girls' dormitory at the University of Finance and Economics. Please investigate and resolve the matter within 24 hours and eliminate the vengeful spirit."

Points reward: 15 points.

An accompanying document explains the process.

Damn, the mission really came. Baoze Group's efficiency is freaking fast.

Li Xianyu felt a chill run down her spine. She opened the Word document and saw the statements of Zhang Ying's three roommates. Such a serious incident had occurred; they had already been taken to the police station for questioning.

The police found nothing amiss in the statement. The three roommates didn't know how Zhang Ying died; they only found her in the bathroom the next day, and she was already dead.

However, the record contained a detailed description of their Ouija board game the previous night. It was this record that was entered into the computer and captured by the Baoze Group's system, which classified it as a "suspected paranormal event." The task was then sent to Li Xianyu's phone for him to investigate.

Qin Ze felt like he had dug a hole and buried himself.

"Alright, great-grandmother, no job, no job, but I've got work to do." Li Xianyu sighed.

"If there's work to be done, then do it. Work hard and earn money, my dear grandson." Grandma licked her ice cream.

Li Xianyu glanced at her. Luckily, he had the Three No's; otherwise, if he had relied on this troublesome grandma, he would have been dead before he even had a chance to awaken.

As the saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle." On his great-grandmother's advice, Li Xianyu, with his good looks, flirted with a long-haired girl in the neighborhood and chatted with her about gossip.

"Hey, are you from dormitory building number three?" Li Xianyu said, "I heard Zhang Ying from the finance department died."

"I'm not from dormitory building number three, but Zhang Ying committed suicide by cutting her wrists." The girl closed her book and muttered softly, "She died in the toilet; that place has always been haunted."

Li Xianyu pressed further, "How so?"

Girl: "A senior from the class of 08 committed suicide by cutting her wrists in the toilet. I don't know why she did it, it happened many years ago. Anyway, ever since then, people have often heard crying coming from the toilet in the middle of the night, and some have even seen a woman with disheveled hair walking around in the corridor late at night. Zhang Ying also committed suicide by cutting her wrists in that toilet. Isn't that a coincidence?"

A woman with disheveled hair...

Li Xianyu asked, "Wearing a skirt?"

Girl: "I don't know if they wear skirts or not. Oh, by the way, I've heard something else. If you go to the bathroom after midnight, a hand will stick out from under the stall and ask you: 'Do you have toilet paper? Do you have toilet paper?'"

The girl confidently stated, "This explanation is more common than the previous two; apparently, many people have encountered it."

Li Xianyu pressed further, "Has anyone at our school encountered this?"

The girl shook her head: "No, I heard it from someone else, and then I saw this post on the campus forum."

Li Xianyu: "Thanks. Oh, by the way, what would happen if I didn't give her the tissue?"

The girl's face turned grim, and she grinned, "She'll eat people."

After saying that, seeing that she hadn't scared Li Xianyu, she giggled to herself.

As Li Xianyu got up to leave, the girl called out to him, "Excuse me, can I have your WeChat? Are you free tonight?"

See? See? I, the esteemed Prince of Finance, have always been popular with girls. My eight-pack abs and slender waist are the result of an amount of exercise comparable to the muscular arms of a typical otaku.

He glanced at the girl's delicate face, then sadly realized that his kidneys were completely unresponsive. Disheartened, he waved his hand and walked away.

I managed to find out a bit about the female ghost's background. If she was from the class of 08, it's been twelve years now.

My god, a twelve-year-old ghost.

Li Xianyu felt a little flustered.

The summoning of the spirit has brought forth a vengeful ghost. Zhang Ying is already dead. Following the rhythm of the Ouija board game, who will be the next to die?

Li Xianyu led his great-grandmother and Sanwu away from the library and found a quiet place to discuss countermeasures: "I feel that the other three female students who played the Ouija board game are in danger. They are likely to become the second or third victims. We must deal with this and not let it continue to do evil. I have an idea."

Great-grandmother: "What idea?"

Even those with nothing to their name, look over here.

Li Xianyu recounted the information he had just gathered, "Here's a question I have: if it's a 12-year-old ghost, why hasn't anyone died from it before?"

Grandma said, "Remember what I told you? Vengeful spirits are born from obsessions. Usually, they don't kill innocent people indiscriminately because their obsessions aren't about murder. Zhang Ying's death might be because the spirit medium summoned a vengeful spirit. It's easy to invite a spirit, but difficult to send it away. It could also be related to the vengeful spirit's obsessions. In any case, the three of them are in danger, and that toilet has become a place of trouble. If this isn't resolved, I'm afraid another death will occur."

Li Xianyu nodded: "My idea is this: we sneak into the girls' dormitory's public restroom, and at midnight, we pretend to be squatting on the toilet. If the rumor is true, it will appear and ask you for toilet paper. I think this method is great."

She paused, then said sincerely, "This is something I should be duty-bound to do. But, you know, I can't get into the girls' dormitory, so I'm really powerless to help. Grandma, who's going, you or Sanwu?"

He's such a weakling, he absolutely can't fight a vengeful spirit head-on. This matter should be left to Sanwu and his great-grandmother to handle.

An immortal battle spirit, a bloodline with explosive combat power—you go if there's danger, I'll earn the points.

Li Xianyu thought it was okay.

Sanwu shook his head: "My aura of killing intent is too strong; she wouldn't dare to show herself."

The great-grandmother gave her great-grandson a disdainful look: "I can go, but if I encounter danger, I'll definitely have to have my semen extracted. You have kidney deficiency now, and if you have it extracted again, you'll be even more kidney-deficient. It's your choice."

Li Xianyu: "........"

Kidneys or your life?

For men, this choice is more difficult than saving their wife and mother from drowning at the same time.

He felt like he had dug a hole and buried himself in it.

"So, you want me to be the bait?" he said, his face pale.

Sanwu: "I think it's okay."