A Red-Clad Female Ghost Comes Knocking, and I Can No Longer Hide My Evil God Identity

Twisted vines, shattered eyeballs, blasphemous shadows, rotting bodies...

A red-clad female ghost, brimming with resentment, crept into the room. When she saw the scene, she froze in place.

The most horrifying thing was...

Beside a young man leaning against the shadows stood one eerie, twisted figure after another.

A monster holding a broad blade, its entire body stitched together from human skin.

A deformed body, its head bowed as a terrifying evil ghost muttered to itself.

A cursed puppet sitting in a chair, its neck twisted a hundred and eighty degrees.

Red-Clad Female Ghost: Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?!

Chen Feng calmly watched the nearly broken evil spirit in red.

Then he glanced at the clock on the wall and muttered:

"Three in the morning?"

"You've got to be kidding me. The supernatural beings around here have no manners at all."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.