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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 'surprises' Chen Ge gave the viewers were indeed too huge and too much. He looked at the popularity ranking. Qin Guang was number 1. When he started the livestream, he was at 96, and now he was 19.

This popularity ranking sat in the middle of the app's front page, so those who managed to squeeze into the top twenty were big hosts with more than 400,000 followers and fans. The rocket-esque rise in fame attracted the attention of many viewers. They were confused. How could a newbie with fewer than 50,000 followers enter the arena meant for the most popular hosts?

To be honest, Chen Ge had no answer. He was merely playing the role of an 'innocent victim'. He did not violate the law; it was all in self defense.

"Looks like my viewers are clever people. Under the corruption of money, a host like myself who pays such close attention to authentic content is a rare species."

Xu Tong