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 After Yang Xuming's roar fell, the whole world was quiet.
 The voice outside the door completely disappeared, as if the other party had completely left.
 After Yang Xuming stood behind the door and took a deep breath, he realized that his back was covered with cold sweat.
 He knew how dangerous he was just now.
 Even if he didn't know much about this kind of thing, but thinking about it, Yang Xuming knew that if he really opened the bedroom door, the consequences would be unimaginable.
 And the light that awakened him from his dream...
 Yang Xuming looked behind him.
 He found that the big red candle on the bedside table had been lit at some point.
 The dim candlelight seemed so weak in the dark and claustrophobic bedroom, it seemed that it would go out as soon as the wind blows.
 But it was this candlelight that saved his life just now.
 Yang Xuming walked over and took a close look at the burning candle.
 Nothing was found.
 This red candle is still exactly the same as before, no change.
 Only with the beating of the wick, only three-quarters of the candle body remained.
 A lot less.
 Although this candle can burn all day, it has been lit in the bathroom before. After Yang Xuming fell asleep, I don't know how long it burned.
 Although Yang Xuming felt that the red candle had only burned for a few seconds in his dream, the height of the candle's body was obviously shorter than when it was taken into the bedroom.
 Yang Xuming finally understood why "Living and Death" asked him to bring this red candle with him.
 But this red Xizhu was obviously just bought by him in a roadside store. It was absolutely ordinary. Why did he suddenly have such a magical ability?
 Is it related to asking ghosts?
 Yang Xuming thought of the whole body of the candle being eaten up after the questioning of the ghost, leaving only a little funeral candle with the lamp holder.
 And the red figure that appeared in the bedroom opposite Yang Xuming in the dream just now.
 Even if the other party had his back to Yang Xuming and was still wearing a big red wedding gown, Yang Xuming still recognized the woman's identity.
 That is undoubtedly his dead girlfriend.
 But why is the plum in that room?
 Before Yang Xuming and Li Zi fell in love, they were just shared roommates, and Li Zi lived in that room.
 But as the two fell in love, that room had little effect other than putting on cosmetics and hanging clothes.
 Is there any other hint that plum appears in that bedroom?
 Or does it simply mean that plums are now applying makeup in the next room?
 Thinking of this, Yang Xuming felt a little heavy.
 He couldn't tell whether he was afraid or missed plum at this moment.
 The relationship between the two for many years is not fake, but what happened in the past ten days has made Li Zi's face look so permeating in Yang Xuming's eyes.
 Now as long as Yang Xuming sees Li Zi's previous photos, he will think of the bloody, horrible face staring at him in his dreams.
 So that Yang Xuming did not dare to open the phone album for a long time.
 Because almost all of his mobile phone albums are pictures of plums.
 And the girlfriend he missed, the dead plum, is now probably putting on makeup in the next room?
 Yang Xuming's heart is full of bitter fear.
 He glanced at the closed bedroom door again, and did not act rashly.
 Not to mention that he can't provoke Li Zi now, even the voice that keeps calling him outside the door may not be provoke.
 Although there was no sound outside the door, the ghost knew whether the sound had left.
 If you open the bedroom door recklessly, you will really be dead.
 After taking a deep breath, Yang Xuming blew out the candle on the bedside table.
 Although in the dark and claustrophobic space, the light of this candle gave Yang Xuming a sense of security.
 But Yang Xuming, who realized the power of this candle, began to feel distressed.
 —If the candle burns out, wouldn’t he be dead in this situation next time?
 So if you can keep it from burning, don't let it burn.
 Yang Xuming didn't want to waste this precious red candle.
 He stood in the corner of the room, staring at the bedroom door, planning to survive the rest of the night on his own.
 But for the rest of the time, there was no sound outside the bedroom door.
 It seems that the thing outside the door has really gone.
 Yang Xuming checked the time, and it was almost six o'clock in the morning.
 Without opening the curtains, Yang Xuming knew it was about to dawn.
 As long as dawn, he should be safe for the time being.
 Yang Xuming thought this way, but did not dare to relax.
 It wasn't until the sky was completely bright and the dazzling sunlight had even illuminated the dark room through the curtains, and Yang Xuming slowly sat back on the bed.
 Then, fell asleep.
 With this sleep, he didn't know how long he slept.
 But this sleep is undoubtedly the most peaceful time he has slept in the past half a month.
 There are no nightmares, no ghosts, no fears, he knows nothing when he is asleep, and his entire brain is completely empty.
 It wasn't until two o'clock in the afternoon that Yang Xuming woke up in a daze.
 In his ear, a familiar cell phone ringed.
 "Let me grow up for three thousand years and wander in the world, even if I am Populus euphratica in Kashgar..."
 Yang Xuming got up from the bed in a daze and picked up the phone.
 The caller was a policeman he knew, named Wang Zhen.
 The police had dealt with Yang Xuming before because of Li Zi's death.
 But now I suddenly called...Is Li Zi's case progressing?
 With such confusion, Yang Xuming connected the cell phone, "Brother Wang? What can I do for you?"
 On the other side of the phone, Wang Zhen's voice came.
 "Student Yang, are you still in Liupanshui? We have a case here and need your assistance."
 Wang Zhen’s words made Yang Xuming a little strange, "What case?"
 "Let's talk about it later, are you at home? If you are at home, we will come over now."
 "Uh...Okay, I'll be at home, Brother Wang, come over."
 After both parties hung up the phone, Yang Xuming was a little strange.
 Judging from Wang Zhen's words, it should not be that Li Zi's case has made new progress.
 But Yang Xuming hasn't provoke anyone during this time, so what kind of cases can be related to him?
 Probably only when Wang Zhen and the others come over will I know...
 Thinking of this, Yang Xuming took out the "Record of Life and Death" which was hidden close to his body.
 He opened the palm-sized torn book, and found that the third page had become a blank, and all the densely packed texts had disappeared.
 Yang Xuming knew that now is the time to ask.
 He took a deep breath, took out the gel pen, and wrote on the third page-What was the situation with the ghost last night? Why didn't I ask any answers?
 After this line of text lasted for five seconds, it slowly disappeared.
 On the blank page, a reply to "The Record of Life and Death" emerged.
 [The disappearance of the death candle heralds the coming of death]
 [The lover who has not answered, the resentment is so strong that it cannot be resolved]
 [But she left the last gift for you, is it affectionate? Or is it fate? No one knows]
 [Marriage Red Candle: The last gift Li Gui left for her lover before her death. When the red candle burns, the light of the candle will bless her lover during her lifetime]
 [But the red candle burns is marriage, and it ignites love. The moment the candle body burns out, the marriage is burned out, it is also the death period of the lover]
 [This is the last gift she left for you, and her last love in the world]
 [As long as the red candle does not go out, you will not die]
 This is the reply of "The Record of Life and Death".
 Although there are a lot of dense piles on the top, a small row of blank space is left for Yang Xuming below.
 Obviously, this is left to Yang Xuming to ask questions.
 Yang Xuming read it twice carefully, and then wrote in the blank place—I will not die if the red candle is not extinguished? Then what was the thing that slapped the window outside the window and called me outside the door last night? Did you tell me to play mahjong?
 After Yang Xuming finished writing, five seconds later, all the words on the pages of the book disappeared.
 Then new text emerged.
 [Before the red candle burns out, the ghost will not hurt the lover. But the ghosts who were enlisted by her are unchecked]
 [They linger by your side, slapping your doors and windows after night falls, thirsting for your blood]
 [They die because of hatred, live because of ghosts, they are enslaved forever, and they can’t live beyond them forever]
 [They are the purest evil, the poorest worm, and the most vicious thing at the same time]
 [You have to be careful of them, without the protection of the red candle, you have no life in front of them]
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 Yang Xuming has a gentle and lovely girlfriend.
 He has lived happily and happily all the time.
 Until one day, his girlfriend died.
 Later, he discovered that being single is actually pretty good…
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 After traveling for three years, Lin Yu was drawn into a horror game unexpectedly.
 However, he discovered one thing.
 The dungeon boss feared by countless players turned out to be the little loli who called her big brother next door.
 then.
 In the horror hospital, the director of the hospital turned out to be the uncle downstairs who made him and his granddaughter fall in love.
 In the bloody slaughterhouse, the existence known as the bloody butcher turned out to be the uncle upstairs who wanted him to be his brother-in-law.
 In Changteng Ghost School, the woman who frightens countless students is actually the long-legged sister Yu who invites her to her house for dinner whenever she has nothing to do.
 …
 Traveling through three years, you told me that this place is actually a horror game world?
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 There once existed an honorable founder of this panguan school of cultivation. His reputation was illustrious, but nowadays nobody dared to mention him. Even if they did, all they said was, “He met a miserable end.” 
 Only Wen Shi still abided by the rules. Every day, he would pay respects to the founder’s ferocious, colorful portrait, but because of that he ended up summoning a sickly tenant. 
 The tenant stood in front of the portrait and asked, “Who drew this?” 
 Wen Shi: “Me.” 
 Don’t ask. If you do, you’ll just end up feeling touched.
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 Have you heard? There’s a certain kind of person in this world, who, even without any substantial contact, and with just a flash of thought, can discern a lot. 
 Their eyes have the ability to penetrate through to the past, to clarify the present and to break the veil of the future. They can see what you see through your eyes, smell what you smell through your nose, taste what you taste through your tongue, and can even perceive what you think through your heart. 
 This kind of a person is called—a psychic. 
 A story about the awakening of a ‘guabi’, who is merely plodding through life, from his deep slumber. (*guabi, a slang term, meaning ‘dead idiot’ = people who are penniless and jobless)
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 The world is full of mysteries. Strange, seemingly unexplainable events occur more often than we may realize. A young boy may catch an illness no doctor can explain. An office may catch fire for no apparent reason. And perhaps, someone may die a sudden and unexpected death – their bodies blighted beyond recognition.
 Some might believe that these events are merely freak accidents.
 However, Ye Shaoyang knows otherwise.
 The youngest inner disciple ever in the prestigious Daoist Maoshan Sect. Talented, handsome, and a hillbilly from the mountains who still uses a brick phone in the modern age.
 Follow the tale of our quirky, snippy, but honorable hero, after he finally descends the mountains after fifteen years of being out of touch with normal society. Read on as he combats horrifying apparitions, charms ladies, and finds himself in all sorts of trouble along the way!
 A story that delves into Daoism, Chinese sorcery, and the supernatural from Asian mythology.
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 A mysterious natural phenomenon caused the Earth to be plunged into darkness. The world turned into an endless bloody chaos and mankind is on the brink of extinction…
 Chu Yun Sheng, an ordinary white-collar worker, discovered his family heirloom book shining a bizarre light by accident. Out of curiosity, he tried to study the heirloom book.
 After a long research, he still only understood a few symbols written in the ancient book. However, he was shocked when he figured out what messages the ancient book tried to tell him: the sun will disappear, and humanity is doomed…
 He tried to spread the message, but no one believed him; his family and friends even tried to take him to see the psychiatrist. Eventually, he gave up telling anyone, but prepared for the apocalypse in secret.
 Until one day– the sun really disappeared…
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 Transmigrated-into-another-world-three-good-citizen Gu Xizhou, in order to survive, became a demonic cultivator. No matter how bad or evil, he adapted.
 But then…but then he transmigrated back.
 The returned Gu Xizhou was very angry. The student that offered his body in order to resurrect him had used a formation that was purposed for summoning evil spirits. He, Gu Xizhou, prior to transmigration was a law-abiding citizen that upheld core socialist values, a three good citizen representative. So how come after transmigrating and coming back, he had become a heinous malicious spirit?!
 In each and every one of the spirit worlds, the ghosts and spirits originally lived a Heaven is first and I am second kind of happy lifestyle, that is until in the unlimited spirit mission worlds, inexplicably and out of nowhere came a demonic cultivator.
 The ghost and spirits: QAQ
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 "Doctor, it seems that the game I made has become a reality." 
 "Isn't this great? Nowadays, people are under so much work pressure, but you can get rid of it, play in the world, and live the life of your dreams." 
 "But I am a ghost story game designer. I have conceived 126 murder cases and created dozens of murderers with different personalities. In order to find materials, I have also watched 95 thriller movies, four There are more than one hundred horror comics and more than two thousand urban ghost stories collected. Now, they all seem to have become true!" 
 "Then...do you think I look familiar?"
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 Traveling through the wizarding world, it took Wang Ya a hundred years to become an official wizard! 
 He was dissecting the first-level transcendent creature Earth Cave Dragon in the laboratory, and was suddenly pulled into a space called Thriller Game by an inexplicable force. 
 “People from all over the world are randomly selected to experience a terrifying and terrifying world!” 
 Wang Ya looked strange: “I have traveled from this world to the wizarding world, how can I still find me” 
 In the first world, facing the three-meter monster spliced ​​by various human limbs, one by one players fled in despair, and Wang Ya raised a smile on his mouth. 
 “It seems very interesting, this game, this little cutie just happens to be a specimen in my laboratory.” 
 Player a: “Why can he face the monster without changing his face!” 
 Player b: “He is the real monster, he actually dissected the monster!” 
 Player c: “What kind of abnormality, the monster limbs are stitched on the human body!” 
 Wang Ya: “Do you want to become stronger? Mechanical transformation, body stitching, soul embedding, all three ways are okay.. As long as 998…no discount!.”
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 Wen Jianyan was a fraudster that was best at deceiving people. 
 One day, he was suddenly forced to become a novice anchor in the Nightmare live broadcast room. 
 Wen Jianyan: “…..” 
 A newcomer became the most-watched anchor because he was too good at deceiving people. 
 He lied to his teammates to deceive the audience and NPCs. He could deceive people as well as ghosts. 
 Sooner or later this guy will overturn! 
 There were more and more spectators who were gloating with schadenfreude, looking forward for that day. 
 But…why was the mission in this live room getting more and more strange? 
 【Senior achor’s side quest: Kiss the evil spirit for 30 seconds】 
 【Reward: Unknown】 
 【Top anchor’s main quest: Undress the evil god for three minutes】 
 【Reward: Unknown】 
 Audience: Oh, the streamer has mastered a new wealth code? Hurry up, there’s something our paying viewers can’t watch! 
 The top boss approached step by step, whispering temptations: 
 “How is it? Selling CP? We can make the fake thing real.” 
 Wen Jianyan: “…..” 
 I’m sorry, I’m very principled, thank you for not deceiving yourself. 
 — Don’t come here!
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 The shock! An honest office worker was reborn into the body of a swindler, to think he actually became a man who does this sort of thing…
 The feng shui community had always declared Lin Zhushui to be omniscient, but it seems that his only miscalculation was his destined marriage to Zhou Jiayu.
 Zhou Jiayu always had a mild nature, his skin was thin and tender, and his bones, brittle and soft. He never expected that what he feared the most after his rebirth wasn’t actually provoking someone’s displeasure.
 Zhou Jiayu: Before I was reborn, I had always believed I’d be a devoted socialist successor, but then I became a charlatan and even encountered a big-shot fortune-teller,
 Lin Zhushui: Are you happy being with me?
 Zhou Jiayu: I’m happy! So happy I could die! But, Boss, if you could just stop thinking about meals with me as a menu item every single day, I’d be even happier.
 Lin Zhushui: Not possible.
 Zhou Jiayu: …
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 “I suddenly discovered that this world is dangerous today.” Bai Zhi typed a line on the computer with a serious look.
 “When I went out today, I found some poor guy got bitten by someone on the side of the road. After the few brave guys rushed out to bring the criminal to justice, the person who was bitten also stood up staggeringly, but was immediately beaten to the ground by a sharp-eyed fellow. Then they called the police. Having experienced many modern movies, I already knew what happened. The zombie was taken out before the virus could spread.”
 “Last time it was about the alien invasion being dealt with by a few guys, but this time it was a zombie outbreak?”
 There was a helpless response from the chat box.
 “So how was that dangerous?”
 “There are several girls who are chasing me wanting to split me up! It’s Shuraba, don’t you think it’s dangerous!?”
 “???”
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