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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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The girl's face was even more ethereal, heightened by the red in her outfit. Her black hair fluttered in the wind. Zhang Ya stood before Chen Ge, with less than thirty centimeters between their faces. The chill seeped through his skin, and Chen Ge's lips turned purple from the cold.

The man who was not afraid of anything felt fear curl around his heart. Instinctually, he wanted to lean backwards, but he found himself unable to move. The crying candle seemed to have melted into a flowing icy river, freezing every blood vessel in his body.

There was a spirit crying for help surging through his body. The negative energy gathered around his heart like a pair of hands had clamped over it. The candy was hard to swallow, and Chen Ge felt like he was going to faint from a lack of air.

Zhang Ya moved toward him slowly, radiating icy presence. She finally stopped before Chen Ge. That face without temperature, its beauty was enough to stop the breath in Chen Ge's throat.

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