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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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"Or we can sit down and talk. There is no conflict of interest between us. We are both victims of the ghost fetus." Shen Mengbing's voice was still so soft and melodious, but her tone had completely changed from before.

"How come that sounds so familiar?" Chen Ge thought about it and realized that he had said the very same thing quite often in the past. "Looks like you are not willing to come out without any persuasion. Guys, why don't you go and help him?"

The few Red Specters walked toward Shen Mengbing, and the pressure on her was unimaginable. Bead-like sweat slid down Shen Mengbing's beautiful face. There was a deep sense of helplessness in her eyes. This was person who had gained the favor of more than a handful of Red Specters but chose to use their power to open a haunted house—she simply could not wrap her head around Chen Ge's thinking.

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