Spoiled by Eight Uncles

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…”

let out a startled “Huh” as she came across something unexpected in the middle of the night. She quickly swiped away, feeling a slight sense of unease. Late–night browsing often leads to stumbling upon various content, ranging

a series of videos titled “Do not watch

turned off her mobile phone, feeling a sense of unease creeping up within her. “Don’t watch it, -don’t watch

end of the bed, practicing good health” habits by keeping it away from her sleeping area to

drift off to sleep, a peculiar odor

and turned over, reaching out to adjust the air

degrees.

nestled back into her quilt, the chill in the air dispersing any lingering traces

the girl found solace in the coolness and gradually drifted off

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

sensation of coldness.

people to feel colder in the middle of the night when sleeping with the air conditioner on. The initial coolness that provided relief gradually gives way to a perceived drop in temperature as the

bed as the alarm clock blared. Rubbing

need more sleep. From now on, I should avoid using my

a good night’s sleep, she resolved

never kept her word.

teeth and wash her face, and then she smelled the stench again.

closet to change her clothes,

mouse smell be

scent, and her gaze landed on the bottom of the wardrobe.

wardrobe is of an antique design, and at its base is a built–in compartment

the floor.

the girl rented the house, the landlord mentioned the presence of miscellaneous items in the closet and advised her not to move them.

“There’s a dead mouse in there.”

and called

space for miscellaneous items was acceptable; she did not mind

dealing with dead

Landlord, when are you planning to come and check out the wardrobe?” the girl asked while changing her