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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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My House of Horrors

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The live example of Wang Hailong's group lent credibility to Chen Ge's words.

"This is the first time I've heard of a Haunted House being delineated into levels, but the boss' explanation is indeed professional."

"I know it is for our own good, but I still wish to try the scariest scenario."

The visitors talked among themselves before accepting the new rules. Chen Ge sighed in relief and led Wang Hailong's group to the spot where the medical students had once fainted. "How are you feeling? Shall we call the doctor?"

"Thanks, but we're feeling much better." The one who spoke was Wang Hailong. His lips were purple, and his face was white. His eyes were unfocused, and they were covered with a film of mist.

"At least you're conscious enough to speak, so you're indeed alright." Chen Ge squatted down beside Wang Hailong. "Actually, you're lucky. The last person who tried this scenario is still in the hospital."

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