Horror

The God We Worshiped

Every night, Chen Youlan’s grandmother kowtows backward before a red-draped Buddha, cursing the family whose prosperity was bought with her blood.

When Grandma dies smiling and Youlan is chosen to inherit the ritual, the old house begins exposing every bargain, every stolen life, and the true firstborn hidden behind the family’s lies.

To survive until dawn, Youlan must decide whether the weeping statue is a god, a demon, or merely the patient judge of a debt generations in the making.

Selling Talismans in My Live Stream

I run a science-debunking channel.

I’m also a Taoist priest.

Every day, I livestream ways to expose feudal superstition for what it is.

One day, a young woman asked me to help sever a toxic romantic entanglement.

The next day, her boyfriend was dead.

The Mourning Hall Mystery

In our village, a child who dies before his parents cannot be given a funeral—unless he dies in an unclean place.

When my drowned best friend is laid in the mourning hall, a seven-day vigil turns my guilt into terror, and the truth behind the hauntings proves more horrifying than any ghost.

When the Weasel Spirit Asked

When my brother was found in the fields, nothing remained of him but a sheet of human skin.

Grandpa Eighteen, the village geomancer, said my brother had crossed a weasel spirit and paid with his life for giving the wrong answer.

That night, as I lit incense beside my brother’s coffin, I saw a weasel in a bright floral jacket leap onto the lid.

Its mouth stretched into a hideous grin, and a strange cry rasped from its throat: “Young master, do you think this Immortal looks human?”

After I Died, They All Went Crazy

I transmigrated into a tragedy novel.

I became the true daughter of the Jiang family—abandoned by my parents, unloved, and kidnapped as a child.

No matter what I said, nobody believed me. Instead, they were convinced I was malicious and scheming, trying to frame the fake daughter.

It wasn’t until I got cancer and took my own life that they finally woke up and saw the truth.

They cried. They regretted. They mourned me.

The System said excitedly, “After you die, they can never have you again.”

“From now on, their whole lives will be filled with nothing but pain and regret.”

“You’ve used your life to take revenge on them! You’ve made them lose what they love most!”

I frowned. Cancer? A tragedy novel?

Then I turned around and slit my own throat.

I became a vengeful ghost.

Notes of Rural Mysteries

In remote mountain villages, strange things happen and stranger tales are told.

Corpse retrieval, spirit possession, talisman water, the paper-effigy craft, the Temple of the Five Immortals, rice divination and crossing into the underworld, the flood dragon’s run from Yin Mountain…

I walk beyond the crowds and the mundane world, living through one hidden, uncanny event after another–things ordinary people could never glimpse.

Now, I will tell them to you.

Have You Successfully Checked In to the Survival Inn Today?

[Infinite Stream + Thriller Suspense Puzzle-Solving + Strong Female Lead + Teamwork + Plot]

[Ding~ Welcome, Player, to the Survival Inn. Please strive to clear Instances and earn your Room Fee~ We offer various room types such as Dormitory, Guesthouse, and Hotel, and there’s a Supreme Luxury VIP Club waiting for you to unlock~]

A sinister, bloody Courtyard
A campus shrouded in death
A murderous painting that brings disaster with a single glance
A village teeming with eerie mysteries…

An Aloof Capricorn leads the team, a Yandere Princess holds the stage, an Adorkable Scholar solves the puzzles, and a Uniformed Uncle helps you clear Instances with brute force!

[Warning: Romance develops later in the story. See details in the text]

Infinite Flow: It’s Normal to Fall in Love with Myself, Right?

[BL + Narcissus + Power Couple + Infinite Flow + Ensemble Cast + 1v1 + Live Stream]

Ning Shuo was pulled into a horror Murder Mystery Game System.

A Clown wearing a mask of garish greasepaint grinned. [Please choose a codename for yourself.]

Ning Shuo thought for a moment. “Ning Banxian.”

The audience wondered what kind of ridiculous name that was. Did he really think he could swindle those Ghosts and Monsters in a horror game?

That was until they saw Ning Shuo in the Live Stream Room, acting like a mystical charlatan as he told a Ghost, “Tonight at the Hour of the Rat – within half an hour at most – you will surely meet a bloody end.”

The audience waited to see him make a fool of himself. However, at the stroke of midnight, just as the second hand hit zero, a sword pierced the Ghost’s throat.

A man dressed in ancient robes, looking almost identical to Ning Shuo, pointed his sword at him. He raised an eyebrow and asked, “Are you a monster too?”

Ning Shuo smiled. “Perhaps I am another you.”

…

From the first moment he saw Ning Wang, Ning Shuo knew he shared the closest bond in the world with this man – so close that they had once shared the same name:

Xie Ning.

–Warnings–

1. The MC (shou) enjoys acting like a chuunibyou and has poor health. If you don’t like this, please skip.
2. There are no plots where someone’s life is taken just because the MC felt slightly wronged; everything serves the plot. If you don’t like this, please skip.
3. Dual male leads with side pairings. No “crybaby” types here, as the author prefers a power couple dynamic. If you don’t like this, please skip.
4. Includes live stream Danmu. The content of the Danmu does not represent the author’s views, nor do the characters’ thoughts. If you don’t like this, please skip.

Every Time I Die, I Get Stronger: The Anomalies Are Begging Me to Stop

“The Ghost King? I’d say we’re about evenly matched. I solo-kill it all the time, too.”

So said Qin Lan, fresh out of a max-star horror instance.

Anomalies have descended across the globe, and all of humanity is now at risk of being dragged at random into horror instances, where evil spirits hunt them down.

Qin Lan, however, has awakened a bugged Talent that lets him reload without limit and stack his attributes with every death.

My Entire Class Is Made Up of S-Class Anomalies, and You Call Them Disabled Students?

Li Que had transmigrated.

In this world, anomalies lurked everywhere, and ordinary people lived in constant fear.

Fortunately, he had awakened the [Good Teacher System]. As long as he properly taught the handful of troubled students in his class, he could become an anomaly wielder.

So he happily wrote lesson plans and taught his students.

Then, one day, everything changed.

A girl with autism burst into tears. Storm clouds blanketed the sky as anomaly domains spread unchecked!

The boy who loved sleeping through class opened his eyes. The entire world fell asleep as nightmares descended upon it!

The food-obsessed boy looked up at the stars, opened his mouth, and swallowed. Heaven and earth went dark!

At that moment, Li Que was utterly dumbfounded.

Li Que: “What the hell? Every student in my class is an S-class anomaly?!”