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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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Many unsightly memories flashed through his mind. Fei Youliang rubbed his eyes before moving his head away. "That should be my imagination. My condition has worsened again. He wouldn't show up here."

"Before coming here, I had no idea that the haunted house has victimized so many people. I feel so sorry for all of us." Shang Guan Qing Hong then connected the dots. He knew that ghosts had appeared at his Haunted House, but he had no idea that it was related to Chen Ge. The confusion in his eyes disappeared. Shang Guan Qing Hong heard the resentment buried in Feng Youliang's words. When he suggested that they should gang up to ruin Chen Ge's Haunted House, he had seen lights shining in his fellow patients' eyes.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Shang Guan Qing Hong knew how to make use of resource to achieve his own goal.

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