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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I've Never Believed in the Supernatural (2 in 1)

Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97

"Is ghost fetus another name for the School of the Afterlife?" Shang Quan Qing Hong quietly asked the teammate beside him.

The latter was equally confused. "Probably. A scenario the size of the School of the Afterlife takes more than a year to design and build. The fact that their haunted house has one of them is already quite impressive."

"You have a point there. It appears to be just a name change."

"How come I do not feel like that is the case? I feel like we've been tricked." Shang Guan Qing Hong had interacted with Chen Ge before, so he knew what kind of person Chen Ge was. With Chen Ge's personality, he would never cave under pressure and admit defeat so easily. When Chen Ge's tone changed earlier, Shang Guan Qing Hong had noticed a bad feeling rising in his heart.

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