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A silver-white recording pen with old and mottled patterns appeared on Jiang Baimian's table in the afternoon.

She looked up and asked Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong, "Shall we listen now?"

Shang Jianyao—who had already stored the Six Senses Beads in his tactical backpack—thought for a few seconds and said, "Wait, let's close the door and turn off the lights first."

"Do you think this is a horror tale?" Jiang Baimian naturally wouldn't agree to such a lame request.

Long Yuehong nodded in agreement.

"It gives a sense of ritual," Shang Jianyao tried his best to explain.

"We're all in this together, so cut us some slack." Jiang Baimian patronized him as she switched the battery and pressed the recording pen's relevant button.