My House of Horrors

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'‽"

I Fix Air-Conditioner · Horror

Not enough ratings

1215 Chs

Wednesday

Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97

Then again, this is not bad. At least I don't need to explain myself anymore.

Dragging the unconscious Han Qiuming, Chen Ge exited the Haunted House and very naturally headed for the resting tent. "Where are the doctors? This brother here might need a little aid."

"Chen Ge!" Uncle Xu rushed over in a hurry. He was not surprised when he saw this. He had prepared plenty of emergency rescue kits in the tent outside of Chen Ge's Haunted House. "The stretcher is at the corner! Stop dragging him! Let him lie down naturally. Make some space, give him some air!"

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