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- 101 The Night Shift Passage: An Invitation from the Dead 夜班通道:亡者邀请函 “Every night at ten, I open the supermarket’s rolling shutter right on time, never knowing that another world lies hidden at the end of the aisles: a black-gang nightclub that was burned to the ground. For two years, I watched my coworkers ‘disappear’ one by one. Even their names seemed to be erased, until Wang Tao grabbed my arm in the emergency exit, and a girl crawling with maggots in the Golden Ballroom pressed close to my ear and said, ‘Welcome to Brother Feng’s club. All the guests here... 1Reads—Score—Shelves
- 102 My Dead Friend 死去的好友 “I inherited my childhood friend’s billion-dollar fortune, but then received a call from him in the middle of the night. Yang Zhiyi, the man I’d pushed off a cliff with my own hands, gripped my throat with dirt-covered hands and asked me, one word at a time, in the mirror: ‘Why are you scheming against even my ghost?’” A staged mountaineering accident, a ‘will’ pieced together from lines in short videos: I thought I’d gotten away with a perfect murder, until a pair of glasses mysteriously appear —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 103 A Midnight Invitation to the Yin-Yang Eyes 阴阳眼的午夜邀约 “I’ve seen with my own eyes a boy with yin-yang eyes, blessed by Guanyin, get torn at by a shadow in a cemetery. I’ve heard Teresa Teng’s songs drifting out of a bakery’s refrigerator. And in a restaurant attic, I once came across a bloodied face embedded in the floor. But the creepiest thing of all is the ‘little ghost’ in my son’s playroom, growing up on the ‘fragrance’ it smells.” Notes written during a late-night cemetery exploration, a wandering spirit in cloth shoes in the kitchen during a —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 104 The Strange Happenings on Little C’s Moments 小C的朋友圈诡事 “My social media feed hides the truth behind seven cases of the living encountering evil spirits: Reporter Xiao Chen’s right shoulder is covered in bruises marked with the bite prints of an infant spirit; a junior student is chased to her apartment by a split-headed zombie on Halloween; tenant Xiao Chang waves through the window to a boy with no eyes every night at ten... The creepiest thing is the severed-hand granny who suddenly reaches out in front of a meat grinder at the market at three in —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 105 The Watcher Beyond the Cat’s Eye 猫眼外的凝视者 “That night, at dawn, the ‘person’ outside my peephole stared into my eyes for a full three minutes, until I realized its pupils weren’t moving.” A late-night food delivery buzzer jolted me awake, but there was no one outside the door. It wasn’t until I crushed the eyeball stuck to the peephole that the news began reporting a series of dismemberment murders in this very building. Even more terrifying, when I approached the peephole with trembling hands to check, that bloodshot eye was still pres 1Reads—Score—Shelves
- 106 Nobody Working the Night Shift at This Company Is Human 公司里上夜班的都不是人 “You are absolutely not allowed to linger after work.” That was the rule my boss personally gave me on my first day. But when I returned to the office late at night to pick up the engagement ring, the elevator showed an overload despite being empty, the printer started spitting out a death certificate bearing my name, and on my social feed, my girlfriend was smiling sweetly as she posted an engagement photo with my boss. Even more terrifying, I kicked a corpse on the fourth-floor stairwell. That —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 107 The Woman You Must Never Cross 最不能得罪的女人 Seven years ago, a yellow weasel slipped into my bed in the middle of the night and said it could help me get revenge. I agreed three times. Two bachelors hanged themselves in the village, the tongues of the village shaman’s entire family of four were torn out, and the son of the village chief, whose whole family of eight had been wiped out, went mad. It wasn’t until I got on the bus bound for the county town that I realized none of the passengers had feet. They were all dead people who had “sho —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 108 Terror on a Snowy Night 雪夜惊魂 I’ll never forget that winter night when a blizzard trapped me on the top floor of the seventh floor. The keycard unlocked Room 744 with a beep, and the smell of mold mingled with the cold, stinging my nostrils. The 340,000 yuan in my backpack weighed heavily on my shoulders. I snapped the three deadbolts shut behind me, only to hear a soft click from the aluminum window frame. Have you ever seen a figure hanging upside down outside a seventh-floor window? Its entire face was pressed against the —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 109 No One Escapes 谁也逃不掉 “That haunted building took four of my friends twenty years ago. Now it’s finally come for me.” Trembling, I stood in the bedroom of Li Lisha’s home, watching Wang Yuanyuan smile at me from outside the window. But she had hanged herself twenty years ago... Even more terrifying, I suddenly realized something: back then, the five of us went to the Lotus Haunted House together, and I was the only one who made it out alive... Now a rotting hand is squeezing my neck from behind, and I hear the whispe —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 110 What Happens If You Smoke While Mining? 在下矿时候抽烟会发生什么 Have you ever seen three hundred corpses tumbling in boiling water? I have. On my first night down the mine, I ran into an old miner whose whole body was ice-cold. He shared a cigarette with me, until I felt the bones at his severed wrist. As I ran for my life, the entire tunnel suddenly filled with stones draped in red cloth. A dead person sat atop every stone, their faces peeling away, and they were all pointing me down the same path. At the end, a huge pit held a pool of boiling water, bubbli —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 111 Sacrifice at the Haunted School Festival 诡校祭品 Please follow these rules: 1. Whether it is day or night, do not make eye contact with any teacher you see. If you accidentally do, don't worry. The first time, the teacher will let it slide. 2. The dormitory lights go out at ten. Once they do, do not speak. Go to bed quietly, close the doors and windows, and draw the curtains. There will be nothing outside. If there is, ignore it. 3. Someone will inspect the dorms at night. If you encounter them, close your eyes and pretend to be asleep. You mi —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 112 The Blood-Red Bun Shop 血色包子铺 The buns I sell have already sent two customers to their deaths. And yet my shop is still packed with customers. Just as the police run out of leads in the case, there is a third person who dies after eating one of my buns... 7Reads—Score—Shelves
- 113 Peeping Is a Crime 偷窥有罪 On what seemed like a peaceful night, I, an ordinary shut-in, was unexpectedly swept into a vortex of terror unlike anything I had ever known. Every evening, through my telescope, I watched Li Weiwei, the yoga instructor who lived in the building opposite. It was a secret, thrilling pleasure. But then came that eerie night, and everything was turned upside down. Li Weiwei's graceful figure moved as usual among the pavilions in our residential compound, but the shadow of a woman in red had appear —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 114 Spirit Medium 跳大神 “I watched with my own eyes as an actor performing a spirit-summoning ritual fell to his death onstage. That night, the whole village blocked the guesthouse entrance, sickles in hand. The Qing dynasty ghost said, ‘The foreigners must die,’ but when Anton was unconscious with a high fever, the villagers knelt in the torrential rain and kowtowed to my leg bone.” The heavy rain washed open a mass grave beneath the wasteland, and skeletal hands clutching rusty rifles pierced the earth. The resentful 8Reads—Score—Shelves
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Map of the Ashen Calamity 烬劫图
**The seventeenth year of the Chongzhen reign. The land was shattered.** News that Beijing had fallen and the Chongzhen Emperor had hanged himself on Coal Hill reached Jiangnan. Even Suzhou, where fine rain fell in endless threads, was shrouded in the gloom of the end times. Chen Mo, the owner of a painting and calligraphy shop, appeared to be a gifted painter, gentle and refined as jade. In truth, he was the sole survivor of a bloody massacre that had wiped out his family three years earlier. H
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This Spirit Medium Is Pretty Powerful! 这个出马仙有点强!
A piece of red cloth, three feet and three inches long. The old hall's people, the old hall's immortals. One day, when they emerge from the depths of the mountains, their names will spread far and wide! I was born in a rural village in Northeast China in the 1980s. When I was seven, a spirit medium said I was fated to suffer three calamities and eight misfortunes, and would one day become a horse-riding shaman. I didn't believe it, but hardship kept finding me. To make a living, I worked as a wa
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The Ninth-Generation Coffin Warden 九代镇棺师
[Horror, supernatural, mystery, two female leads, no cultivation!] An ordinary funeral procession carrying a coffin, and inside it, a female corpse sealed shut and held down by talismans! Her mother, a female ghost, knelt and begged. At last, she won back the tiny life trapped inside the corpse’s womb. A corpse-born child enters the world, cursed from birth! After her adoptive father marries the female ghost, the story of the ninth-generation coffin guardian officially begins…
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- 118 Ghost Stories from the Coffin Shop 棺材铺灵异故事 By fate's design, I went from being a truck driver to a shop assistant at a coffin shop. Little did I know that this one decision would send me down a completely unconventional path, making me earn my living from what people call the business of the underworld! 7.6kReads7.8Score364Shelves
- 119 Buried Alive 生人葬 [Thriller, horror, plot-driven, one heroine!] I contracted a strange illness when I was three: once every three years, I die! Strangely enough, each time I come back to life. But the price of my resurrection is the loss of a blood relative! The villagers all call me a life-stealing ghost, but now that I've grown up, I can't shake the feeling that there's more to this than meets the eye! 1.3kReads—Score109Shelves
- 120 Sixth Master’s Paper Effigy Shop 六爷扎纸铺 My father secretly learned Maoshan arts, and paid the price with the Five Defects and Three Lacks! He had five children, and every one of them met an unnatural death! Only after he defied the will of Heaven and secretly opened the Book of Heaven, sealed away for many years, and successfully glimpsed the secrets of fate, was he able to save my life. And I... was the sixth child, the one who survived. Everyone calls me “Sixth Master”! 18.8kReads6.8Score757Shelves
- 121 Funeral Taboos 丧葬的禁忌 Is traditional funeral work really ordinary? My grandfather has worked in the funeral business for decades, and he’s always lecturing me. He says there are many taboos in this line of work, and the slightest mistake can bring disaster, or even cost you your life! I didn’t believe him at first. It wasn’t until the year I dropped out of school and apprenticed under him as a funeral officiant that I understood. It turned out none of it was just superstition... 2.6kReads6.6Score110Shelves
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I Became a Ghost's Lackey 我给猛鬼当狗腿
Lin You, a struggling comic artist who grew up in an orphanage, suddenly received a phone call about an inheritance. It turned out he had a wealthy father, making him a rich second-generation heir with money in the bank and a huge mansion. Lin You was moved to tears. At the mansion, he burned a pile of joss paper for the mother he had never met, only to summon a vicious ghost... The past and present lives of a mortal and a ghostly big shot, in a funny yet terrifying supernatural murder mystery.
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The Last Bus on Route 13 13路末班车
I'm the driver of the last bus on Route 13. Every night at eleven, I have to make a run to the suburbs. This book is addictive, so don't blame me if you can't put it down! In this novel, even the sharp-tongued readers who always guess the plot right will find themselves repeatedly proven wrong. You might find yourself asking, “What's going on? What's going on?” Don't doubt your sanity. Just keep reading. A story that keeps you on edge, here to save readers suffering from a reading drought!
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The March Murder Hunt 三月追凶
I’m working hard to create the most boring, lowest-rated, most lackluster mystery novel on the entire internet. Sometimes even the author can’t understand it, but apparently lots of people enjoy novels they can’t understand.
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My Lady Doesn't Believe in the Supernatural 我家夫人不信邪
I believe in metaphysics, but she doesn’t. We got married just to prove each other wrong. I wanted to hang a portrait of the Three Pure Ones, but she refused, so after a huge argument, I decided to write down all the true events that have happened over the years: my dad got into trouble after eating a snake, my grandma suddenly started eating pork knuckle and cursing, Gao Dabao lost a hand in an elevator accident, Feng Ershuang was grabbed by a ghost, and their cousin mysteriously went mad and d
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- 126 Among the Otherworldly 我在异人间 I am descended from the Sage Yangming. When I was born, countless bolts of heavenly thunder circled our old family home and crashed down. Could it be because the last dragon and phoenix in the world died right outside my house, and now they want me to pay with my life? 17Reads6.9Score—Shelves
- 127 Day 49: The Whole Internet Watches Me Tear Through the Horse-Shaman World 第49天,全网看我杀穿出马仙 [The first novel online to tackle the “spirit-medium” genre from an opposing perspective] Before my dad died, he left me a blood curse: “If you meet a god, beat it. If you see an immortal, kill it.” Now the whole village is made up of spirit mediums, and I'm the only ordinary person left. They livestream “catching an old immortal,” so I report them and get their accounts banned. They stage “the Tragic King being killed,” so I expose their tricks on the spot. Then I rescue a snow-white fox, and i 13Reads—Score—Shelves
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A Chronicle of Debut 出道纪事
[No formulaic tropes, no wish fulfillment, no web-novel conventions, traditional supernatural fiction, based on real events. Read with caution if any of this bothers you.] I graduated from high school in 2014 and became a disciple of my master, Li Jingshan. I spent three years studying the Dao and another three learning the arts. Then I spent five years practicing them in the world, occasionally gaining new insights. I enjoy reading novels, but lament that today's books are all baseless fabricat
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Master DS 大师DS
I, Li Hai, encountered supernatural events while at university. With the help of Shen Muzhi, whom many people call Master Shen, I managed to rid myself of those “filthy things.” Later, when my childhood friend was plagued by supernatural happenings, I took him to seek Master Shen’s help again. These two incidents filled me with curiosity about Master Shen and his work, and somehow I ended up becoming his assistant. From then on, I investigated all kinds of supernatural events alongside Master Sh
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The Sealed Coffin Opens, and I Stitch the Vengeful Dead Back to Life 绝户棺开,我缝万鬼来复仇
On my twentieth birthday, my fiancée Bai Chuchu smiled like a flower as she personally gouged out my innate spirit eyes, all to steal my fortune and help her family reach the pinnacle of power. She nailed me inside a coffin sealed to leave no descendants, then buried me alive in a cavern of ten thousand ghosts, where I suffered as they devoured me. She mocked my lowly yin fate, saying I was fit only to be a stepping stone on her path to immortality. But she didn't know that my bloodline is a for
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The Living Dead Bring Fortune 活尸送财
One a day. For the past three months, the overpowering stench of blood and rot in Qi Lao San's incense hall had never let up. The fouler the stench, the more people came. Zhao Er, who had lost his manhood, buried his father in the hills behind the village so he could enter the incense hall. It was all started by the village chief, who chopped his own daughter-in-law into pieces. Today, it was Li Si's turn. Qi Lao San pointed his pipe toward the incense hall. “Go on in.”
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- 132 The Lost Soul 失魂之人 After a car accident left Han Jin in a coma, he woke to find himself out of his body, wandering between the realms of yin and yang. His memories from before the accident had vanished, too! To return to his body, he went back to the accident scene, only to discover that someone had tried to murder him! His missing memories, the mystery of his disembodied soul, the secret of extending his life... Whose plot lies behind it all? 1Reads—Score—Shelves
- 133 Inferior Humanity 劣等人性 Liu Kai and several of his friends came down with a mysterious illness. Their skin rotted, but no camera could capture evidence of it, and hospital tests showed nothing wrong! Everything was deeply unsettling. By chance, he found a mysterious shop run by a shamanic practitioner and acquired a pig-headed, human-bodied figurine. His illness eased, but when his friends betrayed him, he suffered an even more terrible backlash! This disaster, which seemed like a strange illness, actually stemmed from 1Reads—Score—Shelves
- 134 My Girlfriend and Best Friend Are Plotting to Have Me Killed 女朋友和好兄弟密谋让我去死 “Do you believe a painting can kill someone?” I took a job worth three hundred thousand yuan: recreating Along the River During the Qingming Festival. At first, I thought it was just an ordinary copy, until the old man from the coffin shop in the painting knocked on my bed in the middle of the night, a woman in a white dress silently watched me from the entryway, and the “boat girls” that had appeared out of nowhere seeped into every stroke of paint like a curse. My buddy urged me on: “Fortune f 1Reads—Score—Shelves
- 135 My Team Leader Tried to Psych Me Out, So I Sent Him Back to the Village as a Sacrifice 组长想要PUA我,我把他送回村里当祭品 When I left the village, the High Priest hung a fish-shaped jade pendant around my neck. The High Priest said that if I wore it, I would never get lost. I’m descended from the guardians of the spring at the Loulan ruins. The Moon Spring is my beacon home. Why would I need a jade pendant? Back then, I didn’t understand, and the High Priest didn’t explain. Not until later, when I met him. 1Reads—Score—Shelves
- 136 Trading a Life for Wealth 借命换财 The money Grandma had secretly buried in the ground to treat her terminal illness was gone. I didn’t find out it had been stolen until our neighbor started livestreaming to show off his wealth. He’d also stolen the lucky doll I used to pray for Grandma’s recovery, and showed everyone how its wishes always came true. But the neighbor had no idea: he was trading luck for money. —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 137 A Shocking Murder Plot 惊天杀局 There’s a corner in the police station’s archives where files on unsolved and bizarre cases are kept. [The Headless Corpse Case] [The Water Ghost Murder Case] [The Grinning Case] None of the above happened to me. They’re my stories. 251Reads—Score—Shelves
- 138 The Killer Elevator 夺命电梯 10:30 p.m. A “friendly reminder” that popped up in the residents’ group chat jolted me wide awake. [Midnight Elevator Safety Notice...] Auntie Wang next door scoffed. “Quit with the spooky nonsense!” Then, late that night, she went out to take the trash, and a scream ripped through the silence... 29Reads—Score—Shelves
- 139 After Licking the Neighborhood, My Husband Turned into a Monster 丈夫舔过小区之后,变成了怪物 I posted a missing-husband notice at the entrance to the residential compound. “Missing husband: Zhang Jianguo, two meters tall, recently developed a taste for licking...” The post made everyone laugh. Who still turns a missing-person notice into a joke these days? But after surveillance footage surfaced of our neighbor in Unit 905 being disemboweled, they finally started to feel afraid. —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 140 Seven Hours of Terror in the Villa District 别墅区惊魂七小时 In the early hours of Qingming, a notice from the deceased property manager, Bohe, appeared in the residents’ group chat: “Pay your property fees in full by nine.” The residents sneered, until the doors and windows locked, the phones lost signal, and at exactly nine, everyone who’d skipped their payments jumped to their deaths. The bloody footage played on loop across every screen. I pulled out the payment records. My wife looked away. When I was tearing down an illegal structure, she’d secretly —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 141 My Mother-in-Law's Secret Baby-Making Soup 婆婆的秘密生子汤 Before the Qingming Festival, my mother-in-law went looking for a folk remedy. They said drinking it for a month would help me get pregnant. But during the days she forced me to drink it, there was always a woman standing not far away. As time went on and the day drew closer, a friend from work finally told me I was being haunted because I’d taken something that belonged to someone else. —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 142 The Hunted “Dead Man” 被追杀的 “已死之人” At 2:47 a.m., I was curled up in a forest in the middle of nowhere. My companions’ screams rang in my ears, and Lin Peng’s blood still clung to my palm. Just seven hours earlier, we’d been laughing and chatting as we drove along in a Corolla, until a face covered in blood flashed in front of the car. It was unmistakably Wang Xuechun, who had been sitting in the back seat. There were no bodies and no signal. Only four shadowy figures stood before the gravestones in the cemetery, staring straight —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 143 The 1001 Nights of Killing My Lover 杀死爱人的1001夜 In the middle of the night, someone knocked at the door. I opened it. A strange man stood outside. He asked me a question. “Darling, do you know what day it is today?” I froze in place. In an instant, a dagger plunged into my heart. “You really forgot. Damn you.” I was lying in bed when my eyes suddenly flew open. I touched my chest. It had only been a dream. Relieved, I scrolled on my phone for a while. When sleep finally came over me, I rolled over, ready to drift off again. That was when some 1Reads—Score—Shelves
- 144 Don't Live in a House Where Someone Has Died 不要住在死过人的房子里 The man on the phone said his girlfriend was dead, but the rental agent said he’d been executed by firing squad two years ago. The night I moved into the haunted house, the black landline rang right on schedule at midnight. Zhang Jian cried over the phone, saying he wanted to see Han Chunyan. Yet through the peephole, I clearly saw a long-haired woman in a denim jacket standing outside. Blood was still seeping from the knife wound on the back of her neck. The rental agent, Zhao Shuang, texted me 1Reads—Score—Shelves
- 145 Don't Build a Land Temple on a Whim 不要随便修建土地庙 I watched with my own eyes as Bian Guoshun smashed the Earth God statue with his head, while blood seeped in rivulets from its base. On the night the village built the temple in 1986, everyone heard knocking at their doors. Not with a hand, but with a head. Li Duyan said the temple had been built over a vein of evil energy, but no one believed him. Not until the Bai family’s boy started banging his forehead against the wall in the middle of the night, and Bian Guoshun was tied to a century-old w —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 146 A Deadly Sense of Ceremony 致命的仪式感 I’m the full-time housewife everyone envies. I never lift a finger around the house. I wake up to spend money and close my eyes to beauty treatments. And I have a handsome, wealthy husband who takes care of my every need. Even my best friend says I must have the luckiest ancestors in the world to be this fortunate. But the truth is, the person sharing my bed isn’t my husband at all. —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 147 The Skeleton in the Wall of Dorm Room 404 404女寝墙里的尸骨 In November 2025, human remains were discovered in a girls' dormitory at a high school. I sat in my swivel chair, with the DNA test report the lab had just sent over beside me. It read: DNA testing was conducted on hair follicles from clothing found with the remains inside the wall of Room 404, the girls' dormitory at Xingming Private High School. Preliminary findings suggest the victim died between six and ten years ago. Name: Chi Zhuo, male, 181 cm... I stared intently at the name, then took a —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 148 Possessed by a Starving Ghost on the Ghost Festival 七月半饿死鬼附身 When I was little, the village elders used to say that on the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, the gates of hell swung wide open and restless spirits roamed everywhere. It was the worst night of all to go out. But I refused to believe in that sort of thing. I opened a tea shop in a mahjong parlor, thinking I could make a little extra money. Instead, I came face to face with something I should never have seen. No one was in the private room, yet I heard it bustling with noise. A customer —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 149 Beauty Balm 美人膏 I'm a matchmaker who specializes in training men for rich women. Men talk about “self-respect,” but once they become kept men, they'll still do whatever it takes to cling to their rich benefactors. Lately, my husband has started paying more attention to his looks, but he doesn't know that he has very thick eyelids. Very thick. That's exactly what those rich women like to feast on. 39Reads—Score—Shelves
- 150 Who Killed Him? 是谁杀了他 At 8:30 on Saturday night, a woman arrived at her friend's home for dinner, as invited. The security door was ajar, and light from the hallway spilled through the gap, brightening the entryway. She could just make out the outline of a person lying flat in the bedroom opposite the door. As she turned on the lights, she caught sight of a woman lying facedown in the middle of the kitchen, vomit piled around her nose and mouth, half her face submerged in dirty water. Water from the sink dripped over —Reads—Score—Shelves
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