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A driverless bus carrying a group of cursed people to a black house...... In the house, there was a door stained red with blood. The cursed, every once in a while, will be forcibly pulled into the terrible world behind the bloody door to complete the horror...... When Ning Qiushui experienced one terrifying story after another in the treacherous house, and finally survived nine deaths, he found that all this was very different from what he thought...... It turned out that it was not a curse, but a ...... - "Late at night, friends, come and sit in the house, there is a brazier here, and by the way, listen to me nag you about this."

Spooky dorms

Ning Qiushui was the first to charge upstairs, followed by Liu Chengfeng and the others. But as they reached the second floor, they froze.

The bloodstains from earlier had completely vanished. Not a speck remained—as if the morning's horror had been a collective hallucination.

"Look!" Yan Youping pointed tremblingly at the corridor's end. Fresh blood oozed from under the door, spreading across the floor. The stench of iron flooded their nostrils.

Liu Chengfeng cursed under his breath. The others recoiled. Only Ning Qiushui strode forward, eyes locked on the reopened louvered window he'd securely closed that morning.

"Are you insane?!" Bei Dao yelled as Ning Qiushui approached the bleeding room. Liu Chengfeng hurried after him, dragging the reluctant group along.

Ning Qiushui relocked the window before gripping the doorknob. Inside, Ya Mo's mutilated corpse hung suspended—gutted, spine exposed, neck twisted 90 degrees. Her rictus grin stared blankly at them. Yan Youping vomited.

"Same killer as Wang Yuning," Ning Qiushui noted coldly, studying the corpse.

Bei Dao suddenly shrieked: "Wang Yuning's body—it's gone!" The bed lay pristine, no trace of the earlier carnage.

"Downstairs. Now." Ning Qiushui herded the group away. "It will clean up."

"'It'? You mean the old woman?" Xue Guize pressed.

By evening, Liu Chengfeng broke the suffocating silence: "I'll cook." Ning Qiushui joined him in the kitchen, away from terrified ears.

"Tonight… we're going to the third floor?" Liu Chengfeng whispered.

Ning Qiushui smirked. "Not as dumb as you look."

"Why nighttime? It's obviously—"

"More dangerous during the day." Ning Qiushui rummaged the fridge. "The real monster lives upstairs. The old woman's just bait."

Liu Chengfeng's hands shook. "You think… it hunts at night?"

Ning Qiushui nodded grimly. "And I have a theory about what it really wants. We'll find out tonight."

Chapter 7: The Vanishing Corpse