The Master Doesn't Speak of the Strange, the Supernatural, or the Divine

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You open your eyes and find yourself standing before an abandoned ancient temple. The moonlight is deathly pale, revealing a mottled vermilion signboard: "Lanruo Temple."

A yellowed sheet of paper blows in on the night wind. Crookedly written on it are the words:

"A gentleman does not speak of strange happenings, or supernatural forces."

But here, the supernatural is the norm.

On the first night, you encounter a "painted-skin ghost."

A courtesan smiles sweetly at you, then turns and tears off her face, revealing bloody, rotting flesh. "Young master, am I beautiful?"

On the second night, you run into a "zombie wedding procession."

Paper money fills the sky, and the suona wails eerily. A pale blue hand reaches out from the bridal sedan. The bearers turn around, and every one of them is faceless.

On the third night, a "water ghost" drags you into the river.

An icy hand clutches your ankle. A corpse at the bottom of the river opens its eyes and murmurs, "A substitute... It's your turn."

You try to escape, but the world is full of strange horrors:

A talking weasel squats on a grave mound and grins. "Want to live? Give me your three souls in exchange."

A headless corpse makes its rounds at an inn. With every step, maggots crawl from its neck.

A beauty in an ancient mirror beckons you. The moment you touch the glass, her skin starts to peel away.

Worst of all, you gradually realize:

You're changing too.

Your nails turn black, your pupils turn green, and whispers are always murmuring in your ears...

"Welcome to Strange Tales."

Someone chuckles in the shadows.

"Here..."

"You, too, are one of the legends."

Please add my infinite-flow story, The Horror Amusement Park: I Tamed the Evil God Cthulhu, to your reading list.

I tamed an evil god, only to become His bride.

At first, He was just a little octopus in my fish tank. His tentacles were soft and damp, and his eyes were dewy, like a shy child.

When He turned into a toddler and tugged at my clothes with sticky tentacles,

I thought I'd adopted a son.

That is, until He transformed into a teenage boy. In the sunlight, His human skin was so beautiful it made my heart ache.

I told myself: I'll love and care for Him for the rest of my life.

I was wrong.

First instance: The Human-Skin Cocoon

In an abandoned hospital, the hanging "human specimens" suddenly begin to writhe.

As my teammates scream and run for their lives, the little octopus in my arms stretches out His tentacles.

Every cocoon turns toward us in unison, crying like a baby.

"They're greeting me," He says.

Third instance: The Mirror Ghost

Trapped in an infinite maze of mirrors, my teammates are swallowed one by one by their own reflections.

In His teenage form, He suddenly smashes every mirror. Blood gushes from the cracks.

The twisted mirror ghosts kneel in a row, offering Him my intact reflection.

He nuzzles my neck. "Only I get to see what you look like."

Seventeenth instance: The House of Flesh and Blood

When He tears away the red-clad ghost bride's veil and reveals a face identical to mine,

the entire instance begins to collapse.

A huge shadow looms over me.

Bone spurs pierce the church ceiling, and a tail hook gently winds around my spine.

It turns out I've been the one being raised all along.

A female insect's mating season lasts longer than I imagined.

The Cthulhu I raised with my own hands has become the final boss of every instance.

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