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"Old Wang, are you unavailable?" Tan Wenjie's voice suddenly became a little heavy.

In the dream, Jiang Chen asked in confusion, "Who?"

The zombie king, Jiang Chen, may have forgotten his own surname.

After all, Jiang Chen had lived in the modern world for many years and could understand what Tan Wenjie meant.

"Dingdang and I are in a dangerous situation right now and can't help you, but I believe you can definitely overcome your fate with your own strength."

When Tan Wenjie opened his eyes, it was still dark outside.

He got up and went to the window, gazing at the still bustling city illuminated by neon lights.

Living in a high-rise building, the loud horns and engine roars create a lot of noise, which can cause nervous breakdowns.

"Do you need to tell me whether I can win or not?"

Tan Wenjie turned and walked out of the bedroom. He was a little hungry and decided to have a late-night snack.

……

That night, Tina, who had just finished get off work at the TV station, declined her colleagues' invitation to dinner. She had attended one before and didn't go home until dawn the next day.

One party after another, it seems like we'll never get tired.

Walking alone on the street made Tina feel a chill down her spine, but thankfully a taxi appeared, and she breathed a sigh of relief and quickly waved it down.

After the car stopped, she opened the door, got in, and gave her address in one smooth motion.

The driver was listening to the radio in the car; it seemed to be a paranormal program, which made Tina feel increasingly tired.

She spent the entire night working as a mood-maker on a horror-themed entertainment program, and her throat became hoarse from screaming.

After the car arrived, Tina paid and quickly went inside.

This is the public housing she rents. Its advantage is that it's cheap, since it was rented with the help of a friend she knows. Although most of the neighbors in the building are elderly, they certainly wouldn't rent her a haunted house.

She always believed that friends would always take special care of each other.

The corridor was pitch black.

"It's broken again?" Tina looked up, following her memory. That was where the light should have been, but now it was completely dark.

She could only move forward by the light of the moon.

However, just as she was walking forward, a woman with a deathly pale face raised her right hand and stood there, which startled her so much that she couldn't help but scream "Ah!"

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that it was actually a life-size cardboard cutout of a female celebrity, whom she had met during a previous TV show shoot.

The life-sized standee maintained its charming smile, but two dark holes had been poked into its eyes, making it appear even more eerie under the moonlight.

After muttering a couple of things to herself that she didn't even understand, Tina prepared to walk forward, only to see an old woman emerge from behind a life-sized cardboard cutout.

Her heart was pounding wildly.

Fortunately, the other person only seemed mentally unstable and did not engage in any harmful behavior.

Back in her room, she unlocked the door and, exhausted from the day, desperately needed to take off her high heels and take a shower.

When Tina took off her clothes and went into the bathroom to shower, she gently ran the soap over her body, her fingers swishing across her skin, when suddenly the soap fell to the floor with a "thud".

"No way?"

Tina saw nothing at her feet, so the soap must have fallen under the sink next to her.

She knelt down and bent over to grope around, but found nothing.

To reach deeper inside, you have to lie completely face down on the ground.

Just as Tina was about to lie down, the soap gently touched the back of her hand.

In an instant, the hairs on Tina's back stood on end, and her mind exploded. Her previous experience of encountering a ghost made her involuntarily conjure up an image in her mind of a ghostly hand hiding under a table, helping to hand out soap.

Should we look down and take a look?
Tina held her breath and finally climbed down.

Just as she lay down, a pair of eyes were waiting intently for Tina from below the platform. However, Tina closed her eyes tightly after lying down, and although she was face to face with the pair of eyes below the platform, she saw nothing.

"Huff!" Tina straightened up, panting heavily.

I don't know if it was caused by holding my breath for too long, or some other reason.

After a quick rinse, Tina returned to her bedroom.

Curled up in bed, Tina felt sleepy. In her hazy state, she heard people whispering. She couldn't make out what they were saying, but it sounded like they were on the phone.

"Are you ever going to stop? What time is it?" Tina rolled over impatiently, thinking to herself: School dorms are just so inconvenient.

Suddenly, she was wide awake.

After saying that sentence unconsciously, Tina suddenly realized that she did not live in the school dormitory and that she should be the only person in the house.

After holding her breath and listening intently for a while, she realized that she might have been dreaming or hallucinating. The room was very quiet and there was nothing there.

Tina soon fell asleep again.

The next day, Tina was feeling listless because she hadn't slept well and was disturbed by the whispers.

She didn't know what was going on. At first, she heard a girl talking, but then it became a man, and an old man, etc. The same thing was that they were always whispering and only whispering.

Fortunately, she didn't have much work to do today. However, seeing her colleagues chatting and laughing, Tina inexplicably thought of lethal injection, and then she broke out in a cold sweat.

Tina was in a daze until the end of the workday, which caused her to slow down the progress and she was severely scolded.

"Are you alright?" A male actor came over to ask Tina. Being beautiful brings its own privileges, and she never needs to compete for special selections. Conversely, those who are less attractive, even if they cheer every day, rarely gain any special privileges.

"I'm fine," Tina shook her head.

"You didn't run into something evil, did you?"

Tina knew very well that this was the other person's style; they would always point out anything unusual, otherwise they wouldn't be a regular on paranormal shows.

“I’m not entirely sure, but it definitely hasn’t been touched,” Tina quickly concluded.

Because she had actually seen evil spirits. Real evil spirits kill without blinking an eye, so how could they let her wander around like this and hesitate to make a move?

"If anything seems amiss, feel free to contact me by phone." After giving a few more instructions, the other person turned and left.

Tina got off work early today and went home in a good mood, until she saw the old lady fiddling with the cardboard cutouts again, which ruined her good mood for the whole day.

The other person didn't even glance at her, continuing to mutter to himself.

After returning to her rented apartment, Tina closed her eyes and held her breath.

"Okay, no sound."

But as she got up, the whispering voice appeared again.

Tina immediately took out her phone, but she wasn't going to call the actor from earlier that day; she was going to contact the real master in her eyes.

The call was answered quickly.

"Is this Mr. Tan?" Tina asked softly.

"This is Lingling Hall."

"I'm looking for Mr. Tan. There might be something dirty here."

Tina turned her head left and right, afraid that her words might anger the other person, but thankfully nothing happened.

"The address, I'll contact him right away and go there."

"Thank you!"

Even after hanging up the phone, Tina was still turning her head to look for something.

The result is naturally nothing.

"Maybe I'm overthinking it. It could be a problem with the fan or another household appliance that's making that noise." She was trying to find an explanation for herself.

Suddenly, a shrill scream came from outside. The voice sounded familiar, like the old lady who had been fiddling with the cardboard cutout.

"I'll go out and see what's going on," Tina said, as if to herself, or perhaps to explain what might be in the room.

Tina was very worried that if her departure angered the other party, there might be danger.

The noise outside the door grew louder and louder.

Tina didn't dare to open the door and go out on her own, so she planned to look through the peephole. However, just as she was about to put her head in, she was startled and immediately stopped.

During the recording of the show today, someone's eye was close to the cat's eye, but someone pierced the cat's eye with an awl, causing the performer to writhe on the ground in pain. Many people could relate to this.

So Tina took out her phone and pointed the camera at the peephole, intending to see clearly what was happening outside the door.

The scene captured on her phone outside was exactly as she had imagined: the frenzied old woman was waving her arms and legs wildly.

Going out at this time could easily result in being accidentally injured.

A gust of cold wind landed precisely on her wrist.

"Ouch!"

Tina immediately withdrew her hand; she had almost never felt such a cold wind.

The phone fell to the ground with a thud because she suddenly pulled her hand away.

As Tina bent down to pick up her phone, she accidentally glimpsed what was behind her through the gap between her legs.

One pair of feet after another.

Tina felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

It wasn't just my imagination; there really were many "people" living in this house.

We definitely can't stay in the house any longer.

She flung open the door, intending to run outside, but was met with the old woman's eerie smile.

Just then, a reassuring voice rang out: "Don't move!"

That familiar figure appeared before Tina once again.

He raised his index finger and flicked it lightly. The light of the blade surrounded him, and the eerie old woman fell to the ground. In an instant, everyone, including the former tenants in Tina's room, was emptied out.

"This is the script Yao Qiong wrote? It's not very good." He said with some regret.

Meanwhile, in another distant place, the Holy Mother of Yaochi had veins bulging on her forehead:

"Okay, you think it's boring? Here's a more interesting life for you!"

She wanted to add some spice to the other person's adventure.

Both hands are typing on the keyboard.

"The title should be changed to... 'The 21st Century Adventures of a Republican-Era Celestial Master (Extra Edition)'." (End of Chapter)