Chapter 97: The Rampaging Pen Spirit

"This bedroom feels different from the rest," Zhu Jianing commented at the door. The man seemed like he was about to run at any moment. "It has that Escape the Room feel. The clues to the exit are probably hidden here as well, right?"

"No idea, this is the first time I've visited a Haunted House that gave its visitors such a great degree of freedom. The boss sure is confident that no accidents will happen to his customers." Fei Youliang walked to the chairs and picked up a random piece of white paper. On it, it was written "When will I die? How will I die? Who will be the next to die?"

"This looks like the Pen Spirit game, but…" Fei Youliang turned to look at the ballpoint pen on the chair. "Isn't this pen a bit too unconventional?"

"Does it contain some kind of hidden mechanism?" Zhu Jianing also walked over to hold the pen in his palm. He pressed on it for several times and almost broke the pen. "It seems like a normal pen to me."