Chapters
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Li Yao watched herself and Liu Bingding lie down in the Coffin, letting out a sigh of relief. Although there were no clues, she instinctively felt that lying in the Coffin meant safety, a way to avoid Paper Effigies and other Ghosts. It was as if... this scene had repeated many times, and she was quite experienced with it. 'No, if I'm already in the Coffin, how can I see myself? How can I... see the Coffin lid close before my eyes?' Li…-
1.8 M • Ongoing
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It was exactly one o'clock in the afternoon. Qi Si stepped out of the residence with his phone in hand, and in a second, he was soaked through by the damp chill. Endless mist once again curled up from the shadows, gracefully and coyly shrouding the entire street, casting a white veil-like filter over the distant white walls and black tiles, as if in a dream. Qi Si lowered his head to adjust the size and orientation of the map on his phone with two fingers, mapped out a route, then put…
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1.8 M • Ongoing
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In the past spacetime of Shuangxi Town, Li Yao lay in the Coffin, listening to the human voices gradually fading away. The sound of the suona was mournful, the sharp and piercing melody gradually going out of tune, sounding exactly like Ghosts wailing and wolves howling. Li Yao felt her consciousness like a loose compass needle, swaying on the edge of clarity and blurriness. A mess of information washed over her memory; she couldn't extract her own existence from…
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1.8 M • Ongoing
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Unknown time, unknown location. Liu Bingding opened his eyes and found himself dressed in a bright red wedding robe, sitting in a closed side room. The side room was decorated like an ancient wedding chamber; a large "Double Happiness" character was pasted on the window, and red curtains fluttered down from the ceiling and bed frame like blood dripping into clear water. A line of white text refreshed on the system interface in the upper-left corner of his vision: 【side…
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1.8 M • Ongoing
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"Ring-a-ling-a-ling... Ring-a-ling... Ring..." The ringing bell swayed, getting closer and closer to the temple door. Soon, it was only separated by a thin door panel, as if it could break through at any moment. With the faint, ethereal sound, the thumping inside the Coffin grew weaker, as if appeased, gradually subsiding into a silent void. Qi Si stood up from the Coffin and looked towards the side chamber on the right. The maggots and rotten flesh that had been…
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1.8 M • Ongoing
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Inside the God of Joy Temple, the right side chamber had been sealed off by the rotting old man and a ground full of maggots. To the left were Coffins, and at the very back was the Idol; the players only had about twenty square meters of space to move in. Two statues, one male and one female, giggled "hee-hee," swaying their heads as they blocked both ends of the corridor, closing in on the players from two directions. Qi Si leaned against a Coffin as if he were…
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1.8 M • Ongoing
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Behind the gauze curtain crouched a hunchbacked old man, dressed entirely in black—black clothes, black cloth shoes, a black hat—his white hair the only splash of color. He paid the players no mind. With swollen fingers he lifted sheets of yellow paper and fed them into the brazier before him. Qi Si asked, “Old sir, who are you burning paper for?” Without turning, the old man rasped, “Sending word to the Joyous Goddess.” “Sending word?” “I burn scripture paper and…
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1.8 M • Ongoing
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The town's paths twisted and turned endlessly. Houses with white walls and black tiles, of varying heights, lined both sides in a seemingly endless procession. The monotonous architecture gave the illusion of walking in circles. Qi Si didn't have much to say to Shang Qingbei and Du Xiaoyu. Apart from some casual chatter at the start, the three of them fell into silence. While deliberately memorizing the route, Qi Si maintained a brisk pace. Milky white mist gradually…
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1.8 M • Ongoing
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Words can kill. The first person Qi Si killed with words was a girl named "Qi Xinyue," who was his cousin. Sixteen-year-old Qi Si curled up in a box in the attic, listening to the hysterical argument outside, piecing together the full picture of the event: the girl had been bullied, hoped her parents would stand up for her, but was scolded instead. So, when the girl burned him with a cigarette butt, he stared earnestly and intently at her arm and said, "You're hurt." Perhaps…
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1.8 M • Ongoing
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Qi Si watched as Shang Qingbei's expression stiffened for a moment. He curled his lips into a smile, neither confirming nor denying anything. He knew this kid definitely knew something, but he had no intention of exposing him. In fact, he was happy to let the latter play the role of a contrarian and throw out a few more snide remarks. It helped create the illusion of 'a hundred flowers blooming and a hundred schools of thought contending,' making it easier to shift blame later. Shang…
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1.8 M • Ongoing
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