"But the serial killings next door resulted in eight deaths..." Mingyue couldn't help blurting out.
The Fortune-teller didn't have time to ponder the death toll. She quickly asked, "Are we done?"
Chu Changge nodded.
"Alright, then we'll end it now," the Fortune-teller said, staring at the pen in her hand. "Please leave."
If it were a kind-hearted Spirit Pen, it should have left by then.
However, Gu Mian waited for a long time, but the nearby candle didn't re-ignite. Simultaneously, he felt the invisible hand holding his grow colder, as if he were clutching a block of ice, so cold his blood felt like it was about to freeze.
It didn't want to leave.
Beads of sweat appeared on the Fortune-teller's forehead. She repeated firmly, "Please leave."
The Spirit Pen still didn't react. At the same time, everyone felt the temperature in the room plummet, making them shiver involuntarily.
"What's happening!" Caoyuan's eyes widened as he stared at Gu Mian and Chu Changge.
