The space illuminated by burning candles is limited, and the restless night wind is always ready to extinguish the weak candlelight. Rats are everywhere, and books passed down for generations are spread out in disarray on the old wooden floor. Some books have become the cradle of moths.
In the dark corner, the skinny old man looked a little crazy. Thirteen years later, he finally proved that he was not a madman. He glanced at the magic circle behind him again, suppressed the excitement in his heart, found a worn quill pen, and wrote on the Ouija board:
Hello. Where do you come?
His heart was beating fast and the Ouija board was spelling out greetings to him.
H-E-L-L. (Hell)
Just for a moment, it was like falling into an ice cave. He stared at the place where the handwriting disappeared, but he still didn't wait for the "O" that answered the wrong question.
No one remembers when the crazy magician disappeared, and people are more inclined to gossip about trivial matters in life. According to the oldest man in the town, people in the town have died one after another since the magician disappeared. People thought it was evil spirits and didn't pay much attention, so they just hired a wizard. The wizard succeeded, but he never had the chance to tell what he saw - because he was scared to death.
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