In the Palm of His Hand

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Ming Ran gained a golden finger: whenever she woke up, she would find herself possessing some inanimate object. She thought it was no big deal, but when she met He Zhihuai, she realized the problem was actually quite serious.

He Zhihuai gazed thoughtfully at the cup in his hand.

Ming Ran was right there in his palm.

The whole cup was about to explode

He kissed me! (Not really.)

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Playing the Villain in a Horror Game: Tap the author page in the app or WAP version to see it.

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Blurb: Sheng Xieyang accidentally picked up a phone. After that, any place she entered had a chance of turning into a horror game.

Charcoal-Grill-Level Raver: "This guy's birth chart is weak. He's perfect for possession."

The Prettiest Woman in Ten Villages: "Heh heh, I can eat a living person again tonight."

I Have No Head, But I Know I'm a Good Girl: "I can finally find a head to attach! I'm so happy!"

The occult master Sheng Xieyang just smiled. "No problem. One comes, I tear one apart. Two come, I tear both apart. This is a great way to help the underworld's reincarnation rate."

All the ghosts and monsters: "???" Did you get the villain's script? Don't come near us!

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Blurb: When Lin Yanzhu received a fan challenge, he was polishing a porcelain heirloom passed down by his elders.

The comments flooded with requests to see the family treasure on livestream. He smiled and turned the camera. "This is a blue-and-white Eight Treasures vase. There's a crack on the bottom..."

The vase suddenly tilted three inches toward the camera. The comments abruptly filled with "Look at the mouth of the vase!" In the close-up, five gray-blue fingers were slowly reaching out from inside.

The livestream was quickly taken down, but search interest still exploded.

While Lin Yanzhu was baffled, he received a private message from Xie Qingluan: "Mr. Lin, what you were polishing wasn't an antique."

Before the young man in a Taoist robe knocked on his door, Lin Yanzhu swore that he was still a well-adjusted socialist successor.

That was until he watched the security footage and saw the Eight Treasures vase wandering down the hallway at midnight, its rim stained with blood.

But that was only the beginning. One strange event followed another.

In the museum promotional vlog he filmed, the figures in the ladies' painting moved a little closer to the edge every night.

At the village of sculptors he visited, an unfinished clay sculpture suddenly grew a beauty mark identical to Lin Yanzhu's.

Even his family seemed a little strange...

Lin Yanzhu stood before a roaring statue of the Thousand-Armed Guanyin, half dead with fright. "Daoist Xie, you always say to believe in science. Then can you explain why all thirty-seven Buddha statues are looking at me?!"

Xie Qingluan remained unruffled. "Science is... the latest iteration of AI face-swapping technology. Look how realistic the effects are."

Lin Yanzhu touched a fragment of the Guanyin statue that had flown toward him and thought in despair: Could it be that what he should have polished that day wasn't the antique vase, but his crumbling worldview and dusty soul?!

Other works on my author page:

A sweet little story about feng shui and the occult, Modern Feng Shui Master:

A completed sweet fantasy romance, In the Palm of His Hand:

A completed salted-egg story, The Three Realms' Curio Trading Company:

An early horror salted-egg story, I Have a Special Talent for Seeing Ghosts:

Theme: Folk customs and traditions, prosperity through hard work