"Baby, are you home? Mom is coming in."
Late at night, my roommate and I just heard urgent knocking on the door, and then I received a text message on my phone:
"Do not open the door, the person outside is not human!"
I am the duty student today, and my only task for today is: survive.
After the evening self-study, a classmate said the headmaster wanted to see me.
I was puzzled, and my body subconsciously walked out of the classroom.
Suddenly, a text message popped up on my phone: [Go back to the classroom! Do not trust any student or teacher who calls you!]
At the same time, I saw through the glass reflection that the classmate who called me had no face.
Waking up from a nap, humans were randomly selected to participate in a strange tale live broadcast.
The chosen individuals represented different regions to take part in the strange tale rule game, with the last survivor earning resource rewards for their region.
Those who lost would be wiped out along with all humans in the region.
Unfortunately, I was selected, the broadcast began, and the game was called "The Strange Tale House."
After school, you returned from school to your cozy home, staying indoors for a full seven days. If any abnormalities occurred at home during this time, you could find a place to hide, but you must never leave the house.
Additional rules: Rule 1 - When in the bedroom, you must not respond to anyone calling you.
Rule 2 - At midnight on odd-numbered dates, you must go and look out the living room window.
Rule 3 - If you hear a sound coming from under the bed, you must investigate.
Rule 4 - If there are strangers in the house, do not look into their eyes.
Rule 5 - The refrigerator door must not be opened.
Rule 6 - If stray animals appear in the house, you must feed them immediately.
Rule 7 - Do not converse with your brother, and do not trust your brother's words.
The shining Ling Mountain is right in front of us, and several senior brothers are excitedly urging us to go up the mountain.
But I smelled a stench of corpses, and through the morning mist, I saw that this Ling Mountain was like a giant mouth wide open.
The towering trees on both sides of the road turned into sharp fangs, with human skulls hanging on those fangs.
I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me because of the morning mist, so I shook my head hard.
Just then, I heard the master whispering:
"If I don't enter hell, who will?"
Hell? What hell? Could it be that what I see in front of me is not Ling Mountain but hell?
In the office, a colleague suddenly enveloped in black mist, a dark shadow rose behind her, staring at me menacingly.
"Finally, I found you."
I stood frozen in place, watching him approach me step by step.
Just as he was about to grab me, a middle-aged couple covered in blood appeared and pushed me back.
"They're here, run!"
The next moment, I woke up abruptly, sitting on the bed, gasping for breath.
In the fourteenth year of the Tianbao era in the Tang Dynasty, a Tang army scout was killed by rebel forces. The rebels cruelly removed his internal organs, filled his belly with stones, and sank him in the river.
However, the body floated on the river surface instead of sinking. The rebel leader was greatly shocked and ordered his men to shoot arrows at the body. In an instant, arrows rained down but none hit the target.
Suddenly, the body rose up, walked on water, and wherever it passed, frost formed, vegetation turned black instantly, and everything stood still and died.
Half a day later, another group of rebel forces who came to regroup were astonished to find that the vanguard troops had all died stiff in their camp.
These soldiers maintained their pre-death postures: some pulling bows, some holding guns, some sitting on the ground... Their common feature was bleeding from the seven orifices, stiff but not falling.
The rebels were greatly shocked and fled overnight, sparing the living beings in that area.
At that time, mysterious legends circulated in the streets of Chang'an. It was said that occasionally, when looking up at the sky at night, one could see a pair of eyes overlooking the earth, watching over the city of Chang'an.
People never noticed our presence, but we have always been there.
We are the mirror of the Tang Dynasty, reflecting Chang'an in the night of the prosperous Tang era, dispelling evil spirits.
"Please help me kill a man, and if he is already dead, help me exterminate his soul." The girl in front of me held a box of rare treasures and presented it to me.
"Who do you want me to kill?"
"Master Jiang Shang."
I suddenly opened my eyes wide.
When my sister was working part-time, she died at the birthday party of a rich girl in Shanghai.
When she was found, she was lying in the restroom of a KTV, disheveled and her whole body stiff and turning blue.
Five years later, at the engagement banquet, the rich girl realized she had gained a young and beautiful stepmother.
After my ex-husband died, it seems like I've gotten myself into trouble again. The homeowners' group bombarded me with messages in the middle of the night.
"Is the tenant upstairs going crazy? Can you please stop running and jumping in the middle of the night? If you keep causing trouble, I'll hang myself at your doorstep!"
The woman mentioned my apartment number at the end; this wasn't the first time I had been complained about.
I live alone, and the woman lives downstairs, but I wasn't home during the times she complained.
My anger flared up, and I coldly replied, "You must have bumped into a ghost."
But right after that, the woman jumped off the building.
Dating men is not a profession I chose.
Three years ago, my sister was doing this, and she was throat-slashed by someone on a rainy night.
It is still an unsolved case.
In order to find the real culprit, I decided to retrace my sister's bloody footsteps...
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