Spoiled by Eight Uncles

Chapter 320

Chapter 320 Don’t Use Your Phone at Night

Grace could not spare a moment to take a second look, as the elderly woman vanished in an instant, and she was swiftly pushed back onto the bed.

Quinnie scolded her angrily, “Gracie, don’t you care about your life? Who allowed you to get out of bed? Seems like you haven’t bled enough!”

Grace pursed her lips, choosing to remain silent

Late at night, in a rented room in a particular neighborhood, a young girl sat on the bed, swiping through her mobile phone when she suddenly sensed something peculiar.

Switching on the light, she rose from the bed and cautiously moved around the house, sniffing the air as she walked.

“Strange, where did the smell of dead mice come from…” she muttered to herself.

She swept the broom under the bed, only finding a few stray hairpins and coins that had rolled underneath.

There’s nothing here!” she concluded with a frown, shaking her head.

Then she sniffed the air once more, the odor had mysteriously vanished.

“It’s really strange,” the girl muttered to herself. “I’ll have to ask the landlord to come and take a look. another day.”

With that thought, she switched off the light and settled back onto the bed, engrossed in her phone.

Now and then, she burst into laughter, the glow from the phone’s screen casting an eerie light on her face.

Unbeknownst to her, a girl stood silently behind her, her head lowered and her hair covering her face. She gazed intently at the screen of the phone, mirroring the girl’s actions and occasionally flashing a grin of her own. Yet, the girl remained completely oblivious to the presence behind her.

“Recently, there have been reports at Olivine Temple saying that dolls made by Spring Friends were made of ashes…”

in the middle of the night. She quickly swiped away, feeling a slight

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unease creeping up within her. “Don’t watch it, -don’t watch it. It’s scary,” she muttered to herself,

habits by keeping

odor wafted through the air–an unmistakable scent of decaying mice, growing increasingly distinct and

over, reaching out to adjust the air conditioner to a cool 18

degrees.

into her quilt, the chill in the air dispersing any

solace in the coolness and gradually drifted off

chill seemed to permeate the air. Despite the comforting hum of the air conditioner, she couldn’t shake off the growing

sensation of coldness.

conditioner on. The initial coolness that provided relief

blared. Rubbing her eyes, she could not help but complain

I have to go to work? I need more sleep. From now on, I should avoid using my phone at night and make sure to go to bed before ten o’clock!”

of a good night’s sleep, she resolved to

kept

her teeth and wash her face, and then she smelled the

her clothes, the odor grew more

this dead mouse smell

scent, and her gaze landed on the

an antique design, and at its base

the floor.

house, the landlord mentioned the presence of miscellaneous items in

and muttered, “There’s a

grumbled and called

extra storage space for miscellaneous items was acceptable; she did

dealing with dead mice,

come and check out the wardrobe?” the girl

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