My House of Horrors

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"

I Fix Air-Conditioner · Horror

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1215 Chs

How Many Spectres Does He Have?

Editor: Millman97

Half of Xiong Qing's body morphed into blood threads like a wing that was pulled out from his body. Resentment and vengeance filled his gaze. Whenever he saw Chen Ge, he would lose control, and the desire to tear this seemingly harmless man into pieces filled his mind. It was unimaginable that a living man would be a Specter's nightmare, but Chen Ge had somehow managed that. It was Chen Ge who had chased him around the hospital with the hammer that night. Running away like a rat, he had lost all of his pride.

His fury burning, the memory at Coffin Village also appeared in Xiong Qing's mind. He had been tricked again and again. Chen Ge, and Chen Ge alone, dominated his red eyes. There was only one thought in Xiong Qing's mind—Kill him! Kill him with the cruelest method possible!

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