My Identities Were All Exposed After I Was Pampered by Everyone at My Grandfather's House! - Chapter 290 - Bullying

Yu Xiao, who is almost hopeless in the terminal stage, has already become a Buddha, waiting to die in the Buddha system every day.
One day, an APP was automatically downloaded on her mobile phone——the patient communication forum of the Fourth Hospital.
Fourth hospital? Isn’t the local fourth hospital a psychiatric hospital?
Click in and see the first post:
【Morgue Raiders Guide】
Yu Xiao: ???
The second post: [Inventory of the ghosts I have encountered over the years]
Yu Xiao: It really deserves to be a mental illness exchange forum.
【Teach you step by step to become a talisman master! 】
This seems to be quite interesting!
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Terror fell that night, and the hospital was shrouded in blood. An indescribable monster wandered around pushing the cart outside the ward, “Let me see who is being misbehaved again?”
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That night the house-watching ghost lifted Yu Xiao’s quilt, and the house-watching ghost touched the talisman beside Yu Xiao’s pillow, and the house-watching ghost was bombarded by five thunders.
The house-watching ghost is crying, why do high-level talismans appear in the novice dungeon?!

Read the guide:
1. If there is no accident, it will be updated at 20:00 every day.
2. Strong women, the heroine is not very serious and talks a lot.
3. There is a male protagonist, but it will not appear at the beginning.

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Chi Yiyin is regarded as a top horror novelist, and everyone who has read his books said it was like being followed by fear itself.
What they didn’t know was that it was Chi Yiyin’s personal experience.

While exploring a haunted house at night to find inspiration, Chi Yiyin was dragged into another world.
It’s a crazy and dangerous world, full of ghosts and fallen god. Even if human beings awakened their blood, they could still only survive in insignificant ways, and if they made one wrong step, they will usher in tragic death.

However, when the other players were scared to death and could barely survive, Chi Yiyin took out his small notebook: “This is truly terrifying, it can be used as inspiration.”

The ghost froze: ? Please respect me, thank you.

The next moment, the ghost was sealed into Chi Yiyin’s notebook and became his tool ghost. The ghost was dumbfounded.

All ghosts that were successfully written into words by Chi Yiyin will be sealed in his book for his use.

In the game world, rumor about a human began to circulate——
Chi Yiyin is here! Scared me to death, run!

The fallen god sits on top of the game world, full of loathing.

However, He saw the dazzling starlight, traversing the world against all odds, and came to Him.

He loves me.
The fallen god thought to himself.

Then this world that should have been destroyed has meaning to continue existing – for him, the sun rises.

“Don’t write about those crooks, I can be your strength. Fill your book with my name, and you will become a new god, and I, your most faithful believer.”

The fallen god kissed deeply: “I will give you a god, full of devotion and belief.”

People who were eagerly waiting for Chi Yiyin’s new book discovered, the top horror novelist actually wrote a love story??

Chi Yiyin announced with a smile: “Yes, I’m in love.”

“With a god.”

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I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.

At the moment when he was about to be buried alive by the villagers, he blew himself up… no, he saved himself successfully.

He just wants to live and die in this era, but… that woman is too crazy.

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