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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 woman's head was caved inward, her body was mangled, and her face was misshapen; one could barely make out the shape of a human. Even for Chen Ge, who had grown up with the props inside a Haunted House, he found this hard to stomach.

Isn't this a bit too much?

The woman had suffered a horrible death, and Chen Ge resisted the urge to escape, standing where he was.

"Help me, I'm right here…" The woman waved her hand even though she was standing before Chen Ge. It was as if she was afraid that he could not see her.

The face neared, and Chen Ge's hair stood on end. He immediately answered, "You've been telling me you're here. Is it because, when you called for help before, those who passed by ignored you?"

When he said that, the woman slowed down, and her mangled lips pressed together. When Chen Ge saw the opportunity, he adopted the same tone that he used to converse with Xu Yin and Zhang Ya. "Don't worry, I'm not like those people."

I'm a Saint!