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Appalling serial incidents, unexplainable time of crime; desperate reasoning handbook, is the serial killer a human being or... Every minute, every second is an invitation from the God of Death to you. A new interpretation of the Blizzard Villa mode, a sure-shot that is destined to happen in desire. Several people who seemed completely unrelated were actually closely connected to an incident many years ago. Curse and murder appear at the same time. Who is ready to make a move in the corner of this quaint and quiet manor? Is it greed or hatred, a trick or an evil spirit? The island shrouded in mist, the past covered in dust, how will the demon who has released the seal seek revenge? From the first word you read this book, you have been plunged into a huge conspiracy...

After the Golden Circle Island incident, Xiao Nan returned to the city where he lived with a tired body, and at the same time received an unexpected gift in his life. At this time, a death-like serial killer suddenly appeared in the city where he lived, and invited him to participate in a game only for the brave. Xiao Nan was forced to join the race against death for the love of his heart. People kept dying unexpectedly, and Wei Yuchen was also involved in the deaths that seemed to be deliberately arranged. When Xiao Nan was tired of dealing with the serial killer "Ten Halls of Hell", he discovered that all of this had an inexplicable relationship with Gu Mingsheng, who died on Jinhuan Island. Is it Gu Mingsheng's arrangement, or has fate reached the crossroads of life and death? It's life, it's death. No matter what you choose, you can't escape it.

I saw that the snow-white skin of the baby that my wife had just given birth to suddenly peeled off in layers, and it also exuded bursts of rancid odor. The servants immediately panicked and fled from the delivery room, ignoring that Boss Shen was beside them. The lights of Chuezi Shen's mansion were brightly lit. Boss Shen was walking anxiously by the entrance hall on the first floor. Listening to the screams of his wife in the bedroom on the second floor, thin beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead. Wen Po had been up there for three hours, but the long-lost baby cry didn't seem to come. "Get some hot water quickly!" "Don't mess around! The master is still waiting down there.

At midnight, there was no one on the quiet street. Taking advantage of the winter rain, a person walked slowly on the road. He was dragging a huge suitcase without an umbrella. A few hours later, he appeared in a dimly lit room, carrying out his latest "work". A stream of bright red color flowed into the container. He took a deep breath, seeming to be extremely enjoying it, squinting his eyes, playing with the scalpel and intravenous drip in his hand. Suddenly, his phone rang strangely, and he picked up the phone: "One has been completed, and the rest will be delivered to me by you." He put the lifeless body into the suitcase and hurried out the door. This time, his movements were much faster, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Monsters and ghosts actually exist. They exist within us, and sometimes, victory belongs to them. --Tennessee Williams "Help me!" A weak voice pierced Xiao Chusheng's eardrum, like a sharp sword striking through the air, instantly piercing his defenses. On the computer monitor was a post titled "Last Words." In the short ten hours since it was posted, the number of views had risen to more than 200,000. Xiao Chusheng felt his heart beat faster and broke into a cold sweat. The black fonts were like coagulated blood, which was particularly dazzling - and the blood was dull black. "... The game has begun. You have 24 hours to enjoy this pleasant process. The winner will receive praise, and the loser will rot forever..." There is a short sentence in the attachment of the post.