17 complete stories · 143,476 words · about 12 hours of reading.
Guai-tan legends, village rites, and wuxia blades — suspense that truly grew from Chinese soil.
I woke up inside a horror game, delivered to White Crane Academy, sealed away behind mist and cloud. Every night brings a rule of death: look in a mirror and you die; open your eyes and you die. Corpse follows corpse, and everyone insists the killer is the nine-headed serpent demon. Only I know the truth: the poor slandered snake is curled up in my pocket, complaining that it is hungry. The live-chat viewers are frantic: Please, village girl — save the male lead!
ReadHe loved me in secret for four years and never once spoke his real name aloud. In the end, he traded his life so that I could live. A month after his funeral, a message arrives from his number, and a head in a plastic bag turns up at my door — he has come back for me, and he does not intend to leave.
ReadAfter my mother died, her grave was dug open and her corpse vanished without a trace. Half a year later, my father fished a red coffin out of the river. My mother lay inside. He refined her into a corpse gu, saying she would guard the house, gather wealth, and make the line flourish. Mother—however they treated you back then, I will pay them back in the same coin.
ReadMy sister Xiaoman and I are a pair of twin NPCs in Barren Mountain Village — a pinch of seasoning the boss lords use to spice up the horror. We have waited a whole lifetime to escape through that door. Then the Evil God sends me a private message: that girl is His online girlfriend, she wants proof of His devotion, and would I mind dying a few times for Him?
ReadSeven years into her marriage, heavy with child, she went to catch her husband cheating. She pushed the door open and found a floor of blood and two flayed human skins. One belonged to the other woman. The other belonged to her husband. Later she discovered that the whole world had been his betrothal gift to her.
ReadHer sister was dead. She drew her sword, descended the mountain, and killed the murderer with a single strike. Then she discovered that the people in the lowlands were far more terrifying than any demon. But she feared neither demons, nor ghosts, nor the laws of karma. She was only slightly afraid of spicy food.
ReadA late-night last bus announces its destination as "Heaven" — and the passenger who gets off is instantly decapitated. Five years ago, Bus Route 44 vanished without a trace along with nine passengers. Five years later, she steps onto the same ghost bus…
ReadSome rides, once boarded, you can never get off. Some taboos, once broken, stay with you for the rest of your life.
ReadThe ghost money of the Yin-Yang Post Office is not for the living to touch. I am a courier who delivers parcels between the worlds of the living and the dead. On the seventh night after her death, I knocked on a family's door to reclaim five notes of ghost money, thinking it was a routine retrieval. But the moment I stepped across that threshold, I walked into a trap from which there might be no escape.
ReadShe tasted love for the first time—and for the first time saw the true shape of hatred. I will walk through hell beside you, then go and see heaven in your place.
ReadA fierce dog that tore off a child's arm vanished overnight. And with it disappeared the woman whom half the neighborhood had wished dead. But strangely, no one heard the dog bark.
ReadI thought that with proof of her murder in my grasp, I could tame her into my cash cow — until the day she smiled and asked me: did that man really die?
ReadHoney glazed char siu, its sweet aroma wafting through the air. He thought he had caught the freshest prey, little knowing that in this hunt, who was the hunter and who was the hunted remained to be seen…
ReadWhen I woke, I had become a palace maid of ancient times—while my missing boyfriend was already another woman’s husband. The emperor here loathes time travelers; every three years comes a purge. I pretended to drown in imperial favor; he pretended to give me his true heart. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I discovered he had seen through everything long ago.
ReadShe was the disciple her master trusted the least. He stripped away her spiritual powers and cast her into the forbidden grounds—yet in that desperate place she met an imprisoned dragon. Seven days tangled together, and she never knew she had carried off a dragon's heart.
ReadNing Family Fortress burned to ash overnight, and the young Ning Wanjian knelt in the snow seeking only a sword that could avenge his family. Yet Bai Ying, hidden in the Northern Mountain, bore beneath her sword's renown another debt of blood.
ReadWhen the flying fish draws its blade, blood is sure to flow. Everyone says that "the Flying Fish of Yandang" is a single person—but few know that it is actually a pair of brothers who long ago retired from a life of crime.
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