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Chapter Thirteen: Terror in the Secret Chamber Old Master Shen, with Shen Tianci in tow, fled frantically to the deepest part of the mansion, the underground treasure vault. Forged from three-inch thick steel plates and inscribed with talismans to ward off evil, it was the Shen family's last refuge. The two hid in the pitch-black secret room, gasping for air. Shen Tianci trembled all over, his eyes filled with ultimate fear. "Father… are we doomed? A Mu isn't human, he's a ghost!" "Shut up!" Old Master Shen roared, though his legs were also trembling uncontrollably. "This secret room is indestructible, he can't get in! As soon as dawn breaks, I'll call the authorities and people from the orthodox Taoist temples. We'll definitely kill him!" However, just as he finished speaking, heavy footsteps echoed from outside the secret room. The footsteps stopped before the steel door, followed by a grating sound of metal tearing. On the three-inch thick steel door, five deep claw marks appeared as if from nowhere! Then, the entire steel door, as if made of paper, was ripped open by a pale hand, creating a huge hole…… To be continued in the next episode……

Chapter Twelve: Life and Death Battle The blind Taoist struggled to get up and took out a wooden box wrapped in black cloth from his robes. His face was deathly pale, a look of desperation flashing in his eyes: "You forced me into this! If I can't borrow a life, then we'll all die together!" The Taoist uncovered the black cloth, revealing a skull as black as ink inside the box. He dripped a large amount of his own blood onto the skull, chanting an evil incantation. Instantly, the air in the back mountains of Blackwater Town began to fluctuate violently. Countless wandering lonely souls, as if summoned, surged towards the Shen family mansion, covering the sky. The Shen mansion was immediately filled with a hundred ghosts walking at night, with chilling winds blowing. The vengeful spirits cried and roared, tightly surrounding A Mu in the center, attempting to tear his soul apart. Old Master Shen took the opportunity to support Shen Tianci and tried to escape through the back door. A Mu was entangled by countless ghosts, his skin and flesh torn by wounds, but he seemed to feel no pain. He roared up at the sky, and the malevolent energy and deathly aura within him completely merged, releasing an immensely powerful force that exploded from his center! The ghosts attacking him vanished into thin air in an instant. A Mu turned his head, staring intently at the Shen father and son who were trying to flee... To be continued in the next chapter...

Late at night, I was woken up by a rustling sound. The sound was coming from under the bed. Mustering my courage, I bent down to look and found a neatly folded bright red wedding dress under the bed that hadn't been there before. I remembered with terror what my grandmother had said before she passed: 'If you see a wedding dress in the middle of the night, it means the King of Hell is arranging a ghost marriage...' I clamped my hand over my mouth, barely managing not to scream. The wedding dress was dazzlingly red, embroidered with golden dragons and phoenixes, the stitches so fine they didn't seem human. Trembling, I reached out to touch it; the fabric was cool and smooth, feeling like living skin. 'Does it look good?' An aged voice came from behind me. I spun around sharply to see my grandmother, wearing that wedding dress, sitting on the edge of my bed, her embroidered shoes dangling mid-air, her toes not touching the ground. Her face was caked with thick white powder, her lips a dark red, and she grinned at me, 'Granddaughter, Grandma's here to find you a groom.' I wanted to run, but my body felt nailed to the bed. My grandmother's withered hand slowly rose, pointing under the bed—the wedding dress stood up on its own, empty, yet as if someone were wearing it. 'The groom has arrived,' my grandmother cackled. A sound like fingernails scraping wood came from under the bed, and a grayish-blue hand slowly emerged from the gaps in the wooden planks. If you don't mind, a small tip would be appreciated.

moved forward a few meters. As the fifth flare streaked across the night sky, the soldier, terrified, discovered that the scarecrow had reached the edge of the trench. It wasn't made of straw at all, but was a monster 'sewn' together like a jigsaw puzzle from the dismembered limbs and internal organs of countless fallen soldiers. Its face, pieced together from several human skins, bared a hungry smile at the soldier in the trench.

One late night during World War I, a weary squad of soldiers found themselves trapped in a muddy trench. The German artillery had ceased, and an eerie silence fell over the surroundings. The soldier on watch suddenly noticed that a crooked 'scarecrow' had appeared on the barbed wire in no man's land, though no one knew when it got there. Such a thing was impossible on a battlefield. Even more bizarre, each time a flare shot up, briefly illuminating the darkness, the scarecrow's position would shift forward by a few meters.

I witnessed a chilling scene through the security cameras. Precisely at 3 AM, two lab mice in separate cages suddenly stopped all movement. They stiffly turned, stared intently at each other through the glass, and then, with perfectly synchronized actions and identical frequency, began frantically banging their heads against the cage wires until their skulls shattered. It was then the researchers realized the machine wasn't replicating matter, but forcibly tearing a single soul in half.

Scientists developed a quantum pod capable of perfectly replicating any substance. To test its safety, an experimenter placed a small white mouse inside. The machine finished its operation, and both pod doors opened. On the left was the original mouse, and on the right was an identical replica. Both mice appeared perfectly normal, and the experiment was declared a great success. However, the security guard on duty at the lab that night witnessed a chilling scene through the surveillance cameras.

Don't turn on the lights tonight. Coming home late after working overtime, I found my wife standing motionless by the crib. "Did the baby finally fall asleep?" I asked softly. She slowly turned her head, her face deathly pale: "Shh... the crib... it's empty..." As I walked closer, dark red bloodstains were seeping from under the bedding. Just then, my wife's gentle humming came from the bedroom— I tiptoed and pushed the door open. The living room was dark, with only a shadow cast from the crib area. My wife stood stiffly by the crib railing, her back to me. "Did the baby finally fall asleep?" I lowered my voice, afraid of waking the baby. She slowly turned around, her face like a crumpled piece of white paper, her lips trembling: "Shh... come look..." I walked over and peered into the crib—the bedding was bunched up, and dark red liquid was seeping out, dripping onto the wooden floor. "Blood?" My scalp tingled. I reached out to lift the covers. "Don't move!" she screamed, grabbing my wrist tightly. "The bed is empty... we don't have a baby..." I froze. That's right, we'd been married for five years, and we never had a child. Then... who was humming in the bedroom just now? I turned my head and saw, through the crack of the bedroom door, a long-haired woman holding a swaddled infant, gently rocking it and humming an off-key lullaby. And my wife was standing beside me, ice-cold.

On a rainy night, I was driving my wife along a mountain road. She had just returned from the hospital, her face pale, clutching a cloth bundle tightly. "Is the baby asleep?" I asked. She didn't answer, just stared into the rearview mirror, her lips trembling slightly. Suddenly, a baby's cry came from the back seat. I slammed on the brakes and turned my head—the back seat was empty. "Did you hear that?" my voice trembled. My wife slowly opened the cloth bundle. Inside were stacks of joss paper. "Our baby... we lost her last month, don't you remember?" I froze. Yes, she was right. But in the rearview mirror, I clearly saw a little girl in a red dress sitting in the back seat, smiling at me. "Daddy," she said, "why didn't you come pick me up?" My wife's face contorted, and she screamed, "Don't look! It's here to take someone's place!" I floored the accelerator, and the car shot forward. The crying from the back seat grew louder and closer, finally reaching my ear— "Daddy, you're stepping on my foot." I looked down. On the accelerator, a pale, small foot was pressing down on my foot.

The first night I moved into this old house, I found a thin crack on my bedroom wall. Out of curiosity, I put my eye up to it. On the other side of the crack, a bloodshot eyeball was staring intently at me. I screamed and stumbled back, only to hear a hoarse voice from inside the wall: "Newcomer, don't be scared... I was just checking if you were asleep." "This wall is so thin, I can hear you even when you turn over." "By the way, was that woman in the red dress next to you last night your wife?" I felt a chill run down my spine – I had moved in alone. And now, the voice from inside the wall suddenly softened: "Don't make a sound... she seems to be crawling towards you."