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…”

quickly swiped away, feeling a slight sense of unease. Late–night browsing often leads to stumbling upon various content, ranging from tantalizing culinary delights to

she continued scrolling, she encountered a series of videos

feeling a sense of unease creeping up within her. “Don’t watch it, -don’t watch it. It’s scary,” she muttered to herself, trying to brush off the unsettling thoughts. She

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

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

out to adjust the air conditioner to a cool 18

degrees.

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

found solace in the coolness and gradually drifted off

in the quilt, but an unusual chill seemed to

sensation of coldness.

initial coolness that provided relief gradually gives way to a perceived drop in temperature as the body adjusts and becomes more sensitive to the cooler

Rubbing

now on, I should avoid using my

she resolved to establish healthy sleep habits and prioritize

kept

teeth and wash her face, and then

she opened the closet to change her

dead mouse smell

of the scent, and her

of an antique design, and at its

the floor.

mentioned the presence of miscellaneous items in

muttered, “There’s a dead mouse in there.”

and called

miscellaneous items was acceptable; she

when it came to dealing with dead mice, they had to be removed!

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