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'‽"

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A Certain Death!

Translator: Lonelytree Redakteur: Millman97

Chen Ge stood up after finishing the cigarettes. Does anyone even listen to cassette tapes these day? Where am I going to find a player?

After much difficulty, Chen Ge finally had reached a stable relationship with Zhang Ya, but now he had another one to deal with. Chen Ge really did not expect that he would one day be troubled by being too popular.

The Haunted House is big enough for the brother inside the tape as long as he doesn't create trouble. Chen Ge noticed a detail provided by the black phone. The chance of drawing the crying tape was three percent while the chance of drawing the cursed love letter had been 0.3 percent. According to that probability, the specter inside the tape should not be more powerful than Zhang Ya. His strength was probably between a normal Baleful Specter and a Red Specter.

Weaker is not so bad—easier for me to come to a negotiation with him.

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