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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…-
7.0 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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7.0 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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7.0 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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7.0 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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7.0 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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7.0 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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7.0 M • Ongoing
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Sister Xu's words were heavy with urgency, laced with a palpable sense of malice. Qi Si seemed not to notice, lowering his eyelids. "Sister Xu, just go ahead and clear the dishes. Don't worry about me; a steamed bun is enough." "Food cannot be left in the room." Sister Xu said vaguely, carrying the bucket over to Qi Si. "Leftovers and such must be cleared away, or they'll attract rats." "I'll finish it." Qi Si's speech was slightly slurred because of the bun in his mouth,…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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The players gathered around Qi Si, their gaze fixated on the phone screen. It was their first time encountering a smartphone-like item in an instance. If they hadn't considered the potential danger, they would have already reached out to touch it. The phone had no lock screen password. Qi Si swiped his finger, and it opened. The apps inside were even cleaner than a factory reset, leaving only Phone, Messages, Browser, and Camera. Shang Qingbei, who was closest, saw Qi…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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“Oh my, are you distinguished guests from the county?” A shrill voice, echoing the narrator's call, rang out from a low house to the players' right. With a creak, the wooden door decorated with red paper-cuts was pushed open from the inside, revealing a pitch-black main room. A short old woman, about 1.5 meters tall, came out on tiptoe, pointing a finger up and down at Qi Si, who was in the lead. “You've come at just the right time. Xier is getting married, and the town is…
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7.0 M • Ongoing
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