A Chinese Ghost Story Game Novels & Stories

While most people were busy freaking out, two stepped forward—chill and confident. They said they were mages. Seasoned pro in the game. They gave us the rundown: We were stuck in a horror game. Everyone here? Already dead IRL. The castle had thirty floors. Each floor had its own monster—or monsters. The higher you climbed, the scarier they got. Clear all thirty floors, hit the legendary 9,999 points, and you get a second shot at life. Bonus? A cash prize so massive, you'd never have to work again.

"This place isn't like the living world. Skincare and makeup products are scarce, and only the rich can afford them. "In our horror game, the cosmetics are provided by the studio, but because our instance performs so poorly, our budget is tiny. That's why our makeup never looks good and fails to draw in viewers." I caught a word in her explanation. "Viewers?" She gave a small clap. "Exactly. The live comments in horror games aren't from humans—they come from ghosts watching the stream. It's the same as how you humans watch reality shows." I raised a brow. "So there are a lot of ghosts tuning in?"

In the moonlight, a woman in a white lace dress was kneeling on the stone steps of the chapel, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders trembling. She had no feet. Below her dress, there was only a swirling black mist. "I see her." Lorenzo let out a low whistle. "Two years ago, Marco put her in the ground right there. Her ashes are buried under the rose bushes behind the chapel." I didn't stop, walking straight toward the chapel. Giovanni froze behind me but didn't dare to call out. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the female ghost's head snapped up. She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits.

The ghost looked at me with pleading eyes. "Those are talismans of Gong tau," Miyako whispered; Chinese black magic. "Those are finger bones," the friendless one added. Smashing them seemed like the sane thing to do. Pamela wouldn't have liked that excuse. I held up each trinket before the ghost. The first one - nothing. The second one - pleading. The third one - nothing. I had to be sure. I smashed the second one. The ghost's shape rippled then began to fade.

Cimarron urged, unwilling to play along with Ghost Fox. "Let's make this interesting, shall we?" Ghost Fox proposed, waiting for Cimarron to take the bait. "Be specific. How would you like it done?" Cimarron pressed on, preferring clarity when dealing with the deceitful Ghost Fox. Ghost Fox explained what he had in mind. "We will play three games to decide the victor. The first game would involve five representatives from each team in combat, the second a ring match with the last person standing winning, and the third a mixed match with ten participants from each team.

CRACKKKKK Slowly, the door became real and the large door appeared to open slowly. From the open door, five black fingers appeared to be trying to open the door. A smile appeared on the ghost general's face, now his goal would soon be achieved. When the door opened, he could ask for anything he wanted. "Is it true that we have to die like this?" Qin Yang thought, trembling as he stared at the door in the sky. He did not expect that the real enemy of their world was not demons, but people who were heroes and highly respected by their ancestors.

Manuel Carries Evelyn in a bridal style and takes her into the house and Evelyn puts her hands around his neck and both began to kiss while Manuel climbs the stairs carrying her. The living room very big and beautiful and there is another sitting room while there is also a very big equipped kitchen and there is also a playroom where table tennis , snooker and other games can be played and a guest room while the second floor has the children room and the study while the upper room is just the master bedroom with everything luxury.

" At the moment when the crowd's expressions were all different, and their gazes were all filled with astonishment, a figure suddenly appeared. It was a middle-aged ghost in a dark green robe. His hair was green, and he looked cold and murderous. He was like a sheathed sharp sword and a hibernating wild beast, and his momentum was so oppressive that people couldn't look straight at him. As soon as he appeared, even the air seemed to freeze, and a gust of terrifying might naturally emanated from his body. This ghost was one of the Ten Ghost Kings, the lord of Qing Ming City, Qing Ming.

If they were unlucky enough to call the devil, they must immediately perform a ritual to stop the game. The planchette moved according to everyone's suspense. When it came to the word 'ghost', everyone breathed a sigh of relief. However, the action did not end there. The planchette couldn’t stay still for a few seconds. It moved quickly around the board and then glided over the number '8' and the word 'demon'. People wanted to pull their hands away from the planchette, but there was a strong pull pulling them back. When everyone was shocked and didn't know what to do, the planchette stopped right between the words 'ghost' and 'demon'. The air stagnates. No one dared to do or ask anything mor