Chapters
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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…-
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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Li Yao claimed to be a horror novelist, and her role in this instance was clear: to provide paranormal knowledge to the players. But what if she was lying? She naturally possessed an information advantage, which was unfair to the other players; that was why the mobile phone existed as another source of knowledge. But in that case, it made her existence seem redundant... Qi Si remained impassive: "By the way, Li Yao, when was your last instance? I've noticed many…
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1.8 M • Ongoing
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The players discussed what had happened, and by then, the sky was already bright. Cold daylight seeped into the room through the tattered windows, casting a large area of white light and shadow on the floor. Qi Si stood by the window, looking toward the West Wing. Red silk and paper cuttings were sparsely plastered across the entire wall, resembling the scabs that form on skin after a burn. Xier, dressed in a red wedding gown, crawled out of the doorway like a small beast, timidly peering…
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1.8 M • Ongoing
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In the nightmare, Shang Qingbei lost track of how many loops he had experienced. Every time he thought he was awake—whether he dashed out the door or huddled under the covers to feign sleep—the surrounding scene would always collapse after a while. He opened his eyes time and again, seeing the exact same ceiling and Xier's terrifying face on the adjacent bed every single time. He mechanically ran out the door over and over, repeating the process of encountering the ghost…
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1.8 M • Ongoing
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Outside the manor, pale moonlight spilled like white silk, and twisted shadows coiled across the ground. Shang Qingbei watched the corners of the young man's mouth stretch to his ears; the grotesque smile fixed on that face looked, to him, unmistakably mocking and derisive. Cornered by a ghost with nowhere to retreat, he sucked in a breath, raised the dictionary high, and smashed it at the youth's face. The heavy dictionary came down with full force, but met no resistance—only the sensation…
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1.8 M • Ongoing
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With a dull "thud," the black Coffin slammed onto the ground. The sudden impact scattered the clustered mist, and the stirred-up white sand and dust mixed with the white fog, inseparable. Before Shang Qingbei's eyes, a crowd churned. Men and women of all ages, dressed in black mourning clothes, stood in a hazy circle. Their phantasmal shadows vaguely made motions of wiping away tears, while wailing sounds like those of Ghosts rose in waves. "Wuwuwu... such an unfortunate…
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1.8 M • Ongoing
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Ghosts in the game cannot know about the existence of the Eerie Game; being able to state this phrase calmly was enough to serve as proof of identity. Shang Qingbei breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head to look at Xier, who was lying beside him. Earlier, to avoid the clearly more dangerous Qi Si, he had retreated back onto the bed. Now, he was only half a meter away from the ghost Xier had turned into. His nose could even faintly catch a damp, foul odor,…
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1.8 M • Ongoing
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