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

Putting Visitors First

Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97

"Sure." Han Qiuming patted the proprietor's hand, telling him not to worry.

"Follow me." Chen Ge did not give them the chance to reject. The proprietor stood where he was. "Qiuming, you've acted too rashly."

"We're all in the same business. You should be able to tell whether he was lying or not." Han Qiuming shrugged. "If you are that afraid, I'll walk at the front."

"You weren't there that day; you don't know about the situation." The proprietor felt a headache coming. "This Boss Chen is not a normal individual. He entered the Haunted House alone and managed to maintain his heartrate below 100."

"That's not all," Song An added. "That day, Zhenzhen's spirit seemed to appear again. All of us actors ran out of the Haunted House for our lives, but he remained inside the Haunted House alone."

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