惊悚 Novels

Zhong Ming is transported into an infinite horror game. His setting is a haunted Western-style mansion, where his role shifts between butler, servant, and occasionally even a maid. As an NPC, his work is grueling: managing the household for the mansion’s trio of terrifying residents, guiding new players, and cleaning up the aftermath. A day in Zhong Ming’s life: - Mornings: Preparing breakfast for the young master, supervising the child’s meal, then tidying the nursery. - While changing the bedsheets, the mansion’s second-floor boss—the sixteen-legged Spider Noblewoman—charges downstairs, pointing at human remains stuck between her fangs: "Xiao Zhong, my fangs are clogged! Fix this!" Zhong Ming: *"...Yes, my lady."* After the Spider Noblewoman "resets" the previous batch of players, Zhong Ming prepares to welcome the next wave. Due to the mansion’s high difficulty (and low player survival rate), budget cuts force him to occasionally cross-dress as a maid. In a frilly maid dress, he bows at the entrance: *"Welcome to the Haunted Mansion."* Players often mistake him for a mindless NPC, whispering: *"Damn… this maid is hot."* *"White stockings? Perfection."* *"Even the NPCs here are top-tier."* *"Worth dying for."* Ignoring their remarks, Zhong Ming guides them inside, arranges lunch, assigns rooms, and sets up death triggers. By evening, exhausted, he carries a dinner tray to the mansion’s owner—the Duke. A college-aged player blocks his path: *"Hey, beautiful maid. Give me a clue, and I’ll free you from this loop."* Zhong Ming glances at the study door. A deep voice rumbles: *"Xiao Zhong, open the door."* Obediently, he pushes it open. Tentacles yank the player inside. Chewing sounds follow. Later, Zhong Ming places tea and biscuits on the blood-soaked desk. A tentacle lifts his chin as the Duke growls: "I told you not to let others touch you."

1.The first time Ling Jiangye met Xia Bai, all he saw was a dangerously pretty face and an alarming lack of survival instincts.He genuinely couldn’t understand how someone like this had managed to stay alive in a horror game.That was—until Ling Jiangye was gravely injured inside a dungeon, barely clinging to life.Xia Bai suddenly appeared out of nowhere, gazing at him with a pair of beautiful, sincere eyes.His small Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously.“Um… can I have your corpse?”Ling Jiangye: “?”Xia Bai tilted his head. Behind him, corpses emerged one by one, staring hungrily.He asked again, still very polite:“May I have your corpse?”Ling Jiangye fell silent.2.Xia Bai and his teammate were locked inside a morgue by other players.A cold wind swept through the room, lifting the white sheets covering the bodies.“My heart is pounding,” the teammate whispered.“Same,” Xia Bai replied.They exchanged a look of perfect understanding.“One, two, three—RUN!”“AAAAAH!”The teammate bolted for the door, eyes red with terror.“AAAAAH!”Xia Bai sprinted toward the corpses instead, face flushed with excitement.“…?”3.After being dragged into a deadly horror game, the system announced:[Scan complete. Player’s soul affinity detected: corpses.]Xia Bai, who had grown up digging up corpses and treating them like family, glanced away guiltily.[Player role assigned: Corpse Collector.][Skill: Living Dead.][Please strive to become a responsible master of corpses.]More and more corpses gathered behind him—most of them former players who had died in the game.They gave him their bodies, their abilities, their protection.They stayed with him, guarded him, and kept him company.Only then did Xia Bai truly understand the purpose his grandfather had taught him—the lifelong duty of a corpse handler.“No matter how far the journey,we send the dead home.”

Gu Qi inexplicably inherited a paper craft shop from a distant relative. On her very first night in the shop, she was transported to another world—one teeming with spirits. Barely surviving, she stumbled straight into the Ghost King’s manor. The manor was draped in crimson decorations. Before she could take two steps, an old maidservant seized her hand. “Young master, we’ve been waiting for you!” Dazed, Gu Qi completed the wedding ceremony with the Ghost King, faintly recalling that the Ghost King was a stunningly beautiful woman. --- The next morning, she woke up back in the shop, relieved it was all a dream—until she realized: *Holy hell, the Ghost King followed her back to reality!* The bewitching woman beside her, clad in red bridal robes, parted her lips softly. “Husband…” Bound by a marriage contract forged through deception a millennium ago, Jiang Suyan had waited far too long for her husband—and now that she had her, she refused to let go. Now saddled with an unwilling supernatural wife, Gu Qi made ghost-hunting her livelihood. By day, the paper craft shop served the living. By night? Well, naturally, it catered to the dead. --- A water ghost noticed its home waters had become polluted—littered with plastic bottles. Hearing of a shop that solved supernatural troubles, it paid a visit, only to be handed a paper iPhone 6 by the breathtakingly beautiful shopkeeper. “30% of your soul for one call to the mayor’s hotline. No credit.” Clutching the paper smartphone, the water ghost’s hands trembled: *A scam! This is a scam!* --- **CP:** A trashy human protag who clings to her wife’s coattails (useless except for her looks) top× A devastatingly powerful Ghost King bottom (beautiful *and* deadly). *The top is initially just an ordinary person facing ghosts and will appear weak in supernatural situations, though otherwise functional. Growth-oriented character. The Ghost King is a darker, possessive type.

At birth, Calvin had a pair of pure white wings on his back, identical to those of legendary angels. Modern medicine revealed that the wings were a rare deformity. Yet the world believed he was a divine miracle descended upon humanity... -------------------------------- In his delusions, He was the knight, guardian, fanatic, lover, and dog of the "angel." A condemned prisoner, escapee, devil, Judas. For his desperate and dark love, he would destroy everything...

Arc 1: Chapter of the TongueXie Xishu didn’t know when it started, but he could always feel a strong gaze from behind him.He couldn’t understand why Qi Wu kept staring at him like that. Even without turning around, he could feel that almost tangible gaze.Xie Xishu was the class’s famous bookworm, while Qi Wu was known as the school’s notorious troublemaker. There shouldn’t be any intersection between them.Yet, Qi Wu would always stare at him during class.Eventually, even after class and after school, Xie Xishu would find a tall, gloomy figure trailing behind him.When Xie Xishu finally broke down and grabbed Qi Wu in an alley, demanding an answer out of fear, he got a completely unexpected response.“You’re sweet. You keep giving off a very sweet scent.”Qi Wu replied in a strange tone.“I can barely hold back anymore. Everything else stinks so much it’s driving me mad. Only you smell sweet… Hey, don’t worry. I won’t eat you.”“I just want to lick you.”Perhaps Qi Wu himself didn’t realize that when he made that absurd request, he was already uncontrollably drooling foul saliva at Xie Xishu.At the same time, Xie Xishu clearly saw that inside Qi Wu’s lips, which stretched all the way to his ears, there were rows of densely packed, fishhook-like teeth… and a long, forked tongue.That tongue wavered in the air, twitching nimbly, and with thick saliva, it pressed against Xie Xishu’s neck.“Mmm… So sweet… $#@%! So sweet…”The unfamiliar monster let out a murky sigh.At the moment Xie Xishu screamed and fled, he didn’t know that in the not-so-distant future, he would encounter more twisted and frenzied monsters.And in that sudden apocalypse, the only one who could protect him was Qi Wu.The price Xie Xishu had to pay, of course, was to let Qi Wu’s tongue be satisfied.[Modern Apocalyptic Theme]Literally “tasty” uke X unhinged, half-mad mutant seme who just wants to lick him.

This is a series of not-too-scary suspense stories. The protagonist is an "ordinary" citizen who can see ghosts and his adopted son who specializes in making trouble...

The horror game host Xiao Tangqiu crossed into a horror game.He hadn’t yet cleared the instance when he met a man who was exactly like his childhood friend who had been dead for many years.Where did this cold and powerful mysterious man come from? Why did the brutal killing games happen so frequently? Why did his teammates go crazy in the middle of the night? Who was the ultimate mastermind behind all of this… Was it a distortion of human nature or moral decay?Please pay attention to the ‘Horror Game, Live Stream’ and follow the live stream of host Xiao Tanqiu’s horror games.

Thrill-seekers whisper chilling tales—of a countess preserving her youth with maidens' blood, of midnight gatherings in university dorms, of you… of me, of us all. In every horror story, there’s always a lucky "A" who escapes, just as there are doomed "B," "C," and "D" who perish. These stories spread from the lips of the fortunate "A," rippling through whispers, until they’re etched into the pages of the Book of Horrors. Chu Yangbing never expected to pull such a book from the library shelf—until he did, and became one of those letters. To stay "A" and avoid the fate of "B," "C," or "D," his life motto is simple: When in danger, flee—never fight. [Eccentric, mentally unhinged Top] × [Timid, careful, cowardly Bottom]

Jiang Yao has suffered from autism since childhood.Like a plant – quiet, well-behaved, showing no interest in anything, never expressing pain.His parents worried constantly, taking him everywhere seeking medical help, but saw little improvement.They raised him with such careful attention.One day when he was 20, he suddenly disappeared.Jiang Yao was missing for exactly one year. His family and police exhausted all resources but could never find his whereabouts.A year later, he appeared at their doorstep in tattered clothes.There was blood on him. But the DNA didn’t belong to him.After mysteriously disappearing and mysteriously reappearing, Jiang Yao had lost all memories of that year.But suddenly, he was willing to speak.He could cry, laugh, and express “I want.”Though still quiet, he now resembled a normal person.His parents wept with joy, asking how he became willing to communicate.Looking in the mirror, Jiang Yao said:“There’s a voice in my heart that constantly tells me the world is beautiful, urging me to live well.”That voice in his heart always accompanied and encouraged him.Even when he was caught up in strange incidents, it would gently tell him:“Close your eyes, let me handle this.”Jiang Yao trusted that voice unconditionally.So when foul-smelling, sticky fish-people grabbed his ankles to drag him into the deep sea, when pale, skeletal corpses cornered him at a cliff edge.He would obediently close his eyes.Count in his mind: one, two, three.Count to one hundred, open his eyes, and find nothing but scattered, broken corpses around him.While he himself stood before a thicket of thorns.Holding in his hand the most beautiful rose.Jiang Yao always thought he merely had a mental illness that created a second personality.Until one day, he passed by a high-end custom suit shop.He, who never wore suits, unconsciously caressed the smooth, soft premium fabric.In that instant, he recalled the sensation of sweat-dampened skin nestled in someone’s embrace.—So he had once had a lover.“I want to go back, back to the deepest, darkest abyss.”“To find you.”One-line summary: After being caught up in strange incidents, I discovered there’s someone in my heartTheme: Always maintain human moral boundaries no matter the circumstances

You will never know what those researchers did to you. And you wouldn’t want to know. Just what exactly is that creature... you incubated in your own body.

Jiang Jubai's childhood friend was beaten up by a person named Xu Luan, a rich second-generation heir. To seek justice for his friend, Jiang Jubai went to Xu Luan's house—only to discover that the other had already died before they arrived! In a panic, he fled but stumbled into an eerie mourning hall: an eternal lamp, blood-stained copper coins, and a blurry funeral portrait... After struggling to escape the hall and returning home, Jiang Jubai fell seriously ill. When he woke, a strikingly familiar, handsome boy sat by his bed. Confused, Jiang Jubai asked, "Who are you?" The boy smiled faintly. "Xu Luan." The young man suddenly remembered—the dead rich second-generation heir was named Xu Luan. — Once a model student, now a ghost, his thoughts aren't on reincarnation—but on how to lure Jiang Jubai into bed. "You're insane," Jiang Jubai said. "A little," Xu Luan admitted. Jiang Jubai killed him, fled his hometown in panic, and built a respectable career—only to encounter a being identical to him thousands of miles away. Pinning Jiang Jubai down, the entity peeled off its human skin, face unreadable. "Found you, sweetheart." Shou: Hard to escape, bad temper (though the narrator thinks he's a sweetheart) Gong: Relentless, truly deranged ghost

During an exorcism, Jiang Yao accidentally breaks the seal of a malevolent spirit. Dressed in a red bridal gown with a crimson veil, the spirit is slender, mute, and terrifyingly violent—nearly killing Jiang Yao on the spot. Luckily, he suppresses it with his heart’s blood in time. Intending to take the spirit back to his temple for his master to handle, his unreliable master pales at the sight and hides under the ancestral altar, trembling: "This spirit can't be killed. Whoever undid the seal must resolve it—you deal with it!" "H-How do I resolve it?" "Take it home and raise it!" —— After a few days of "raising" the spirit, Jiang Yao sits in his now-demolished home, soaked in blood, and calls his useless master: "I can't resolve this. Just kill me." Master: "Well… what if… it falls for you first? Then it might let you handle it." Jiang Yao falls silent, ponders, then reluctantly agrees. Yet, having been single his entire life, he reluctantly turns to the internet for advice: *How to pursue a girl and win her affection?* Kind netizens reply: Treat her to good food, watch movies, drink boba, get her nails done—do everything that makes her happy, then confess your feelings. Jiang Yao understands. … **Fellow Taoist:** "Lately, some colleague keeps snatching all the spirits in town! I finally got a job, set up my formation, and he just stuffs the spirit in a box and leaves! What a monster!" **Jiang Yao:** *Seize them all, feed the wife, yum.* **Celebrity:** "I spent a fortune raising a guǐ child to become the industry's top star, but someone kidnapped it while I was eating! My dreams are shattered!" **Jiang Yao:** *Hunt wild snacks, feed the wife, yum.* **Cinema Owner:** "A rich kid keeps booking my theater late at night, bringing a veiled bride to watch horror movies! I’m making money but *are they even human?!*" **Jiang Yao:** *Movie dates with wife, yum.* —— On the day the bridal spirit finally allows its veil to be lifted— **Jiang Yao (in wedding robes):** *Lift wife’s veil, yum.* The veil falls. Tears flood his face—*F*ck! Nobody told me the beautiful bridal ghost had a *dick*?! Whatever! Even if wife’s packing, still smells great! (*Young Taoist (top) x Terrifying Bridal Spirit (bottom) – A Domestication Guide*)

In Qingping City, there stands a notorious haunted house. Legend has it that anyone who enters will not survive the next day. Rumors of supernatural disturbances abound, and despite repeated government seals, reckless thrill-seeking streamers still venture inside, only to be found dead outside the house the following day. Their photo galleries always contain a chilling image of a red-clad vengeful ghost. Shen Qingwei is invited, along with a group of Feng Shui masters, to investigate the hauntings in Qingping City. They confirm the presence of a malevolent spirit, one that proves difficult to subdue. At night, Shen Qingwei insists on staying inside the haunted house, while the other masters watch in horror. On their way back, they lament that such a beautiful person is doomed to perish in that cursed place. The next morning, they rush to the haunted house, expecting to find Shen Qingwei dead at the doorstep. Instead, they see the stunning woman seated at the dining table, calling out impatiently, "Hurry up, are you done yet? Are you preparing a full imperial banquet for breakfast?" When they peer inside, they find the red-robed vengeful ghost cowering in the kitchen, head bowed, shoulders hunched, trembling as she cooks breakfast. The onlookers: "..." **Note:** 1. The CP is the shijie (senior sister), not sweet, non-HE. 2. The text was written by a cat. 3. Stay or leave as you wish, no need to notify.

Allan is an omega with congenital defective pheromone gland development. He was once a famous celebrity, but now he's long past his prime. Raymond has a notorious record of violently mistreating his former omega. Once a high-ranking military officer, he still is. Three years ago, Allan, who had remained single past the legally permitted age, was forcibly matched with Raymond. Mutual dislike was inevitable. Unhappiness was inevitable. Then, right after their honeymoon, Raymond was sent to the front lines. Later, Allan was told that Raymond had died. People called Raymond a hero of humanity because, in his dying moments, he took the Naga with him—most importantly, among them was their supreme commander, the "White Emperor." Allan dutifully mourned Raymond for three years, dreading the day when their marital ties would automatically dissolve, and he’d be thrown back into the matching system. Then, people told Allan that Raymond wasn’t dead—he had returned. Allan wiped his face and resignedly cared for his severely injured, disfigured, and disabled "hero" husband. Gradually, he began to sense something was… off. Why did the resurrected Raymond seem so… so… So much like a *monster*? ============================ “He” told the humans his name was Raymond. “He” claimed to have spent a stagnant hundred years in that temporal void... “He” was, of course, lying. “He” was not Raymond. And “He” had lingered in that void far longer than a hundred years... In truth, “He” had been trapped there for an almost eternal *tens of thousands of years*. Few sentient beings could endure such prolonged torment, even if “He” was the Naga’s White Emperor. Yet, in that endless darkness, “He” had ultimately found His soul and salvation. It was a fragment of data recordings—of Allan from long ago—brought there by humans. In the darkness, “He” gazed obsessively through the footage at that distant human. His beloved, His salvation, His fate. And now, “He” had finally come to his side. …… *"...Was I unkind to you before?"* *"Not really."* *"I’ll treat you well from now on."* *"Focus on healing your brain first... Hmm, what’s this scent on you?"* *"Scent?"* *"It’s... nice."* …… ============ Not sure why, but I suddenly wanted to write an ABO story. Never tried this genre before—a writing experiment + self-indulgence. Should be much lighter than *Different Species*. If I had to label the dynamics... Pale, fragile, neurotic, washed-up celebrity beauty (bottom) × Teary-eyed, pitiful in public, bloodthirsty and ruthless in private, scheming, tentacled non-human (top) (Thanks to readers for summarizing the ML's traits...)

Yama System 4.0 Official Release — 2015 EditionDownload the app now and receive exclusive monthly membership rewards!New Features Added:Nearby GhostsInvisible ModeMessage-in-a-GraveAvatars, usernames, personal bios, email accounts, Ghost Circle, Weibo integration, and group discussions are now available.Reincarnation, karmic cycles, private trading, item exchange, online matchmaking, and local meetups.— Yama System 4.0 (2015)Bringing ghosts closer together than ever before.

Recently, Mingci noticed a mole growing on his collarbone— Crimson, round, like a droplet of blood splashed on snow-white skin. At first, he paid it no mind, though he couldn’t help stealing glances at it in the mirror. But over time, the red mole grew larger, like a pool of blood trickling downward, spreading, nearly engulfing his entire chest. Mingci thought he ought to get it checked. The night before his hospital visit, as he passed the mirror, he instinctively looked— —The crimson stain was gone. Mingci stepped closer, inspecting his collarbone and chest: his skin was pale and clear. Relieved, he turned to leave, only to catch a faint figure in the mirror’s reflection. "Mingci…" It drew nearer, its soft limbs elongating like entwined red threads, coiling around his body. "Don’t… abandon me… We must… stay together… forever." A humid breath clung to his shivering skin as the murmurs enveloped him. The red mole on his collarbone had morphed into a grotesque crimson monster, haunting him day and night.

On Gu Qingniao’s twenty-sixth birthday, he received an invitation to the Gate of Otherworld. Written on it were his name and a location he had never heard of.He casually tossed it away. That night, one second he was still at home, and the next he had arrived in another world.The invitation appeared in his hand once again.…Yinwu Village, which lived by sacrificial folk customs; the sanctuary church cursed by the blood plague; the ancient merfolk tribe that had vanished for a thousand years; the bottom of the abyss where monsters ran rampant… Every world had its own bizarre and ever-changing rules.If you violated the rules and lost your life inside the Gate of Otherworld, you would also die in the real world.After going through life and death again and again, inside the Gate of Otherworld he casually saved a young man who was being sacrificed.From then on… he could never shake him off.

After Yu Yebo downloaded an app titled ‘Horror Tasks,’ he was coerced into accepting a variety of terrifying missions that were riddled with pitfalls at every turn. While others wailed like ghosts and howled like wolves, caught in a desperate struggle between life and death, Yu Yebo did not panic in the slightest.As a horror game uploader possessed of peerless beauty, a voice so sultry it could make one melt, and razor-sharp gameplay skills, he didn’t just remain calm—he even had the composure to deliver scathing critiques.A life-claiming female ghost? ‘Sister, are you a broken record?’A monster searching for teeth? ‘No, what you really need to find is a brain.’He might not have panicked, but he was frail and sickly. He couldn’t win a fight, and he certainly couldn’t outrun his pursuers. Fortunately, he managed to pull an all-purpose, humanoid “item” for a husband—a combination of a loyal companion and a spatial storage bag.Later, Yu Yebo clutched his aching waist. Hehe. ‘The mouth of an item card is as deceitful as a lying ghost.’A two-faced, manipulative “green tea” top x a sharp-tongued, tsundere, sickly bottom.Featuring a ghost encyclopedia collection and a cultivation system.

Chi Shu is a little-known actor who one day inexplicably gets dragged into an infinite game. Game: Rule number one, play the role on your identity card well—no OOC. Chi Shu: Sweet, right up my alley. Later— [You have obtained the role: A playboy entangled with three psychos.] [You have obtained the role: A willing bride sacrificed to a demon.] [You have obtained the role: A widow inheriting her late husband’s vast fortune.] Chi Shu: …Huh? Is this even a legit game? — In the infinite game, gathering the "gaze" of all deities and acquiring their [blessings] grants entry to the final stage. Only by clearing it can one be reborn. Players grind dungeons and collect achievements desperately for a chance at freedom, yet no one has ever met the quota—until a certain Chi arrives. Not only does he clear stages flawlessly and obtain divine [blessings], he also ends up luring away the god who oversees the dungeons. Other players: Damn it! The dungeons are gone thanks to you—what’s left for us to play? * In the trial stage, a pale-skinned youth kneels on a blood-red altar, his raised wrist bleeding as he murmurs prayers, like a lamb offering its neck for slaughter. Black mist roils around him, ghosts lurk, and a shapeless, colossal entity crawls on the ground, chanting in archaic tongues to summon a god. The deity of [Misfortune] descends leisurely, cloaked in false benevolence, casting a pitiful glance at the desperate youth. All falls silent. "You called for me, human. What will you offer?" — In a demon-cursed castle, Chi Shu obtains a special identity card: [The Sacrificial Bride]. Upon activation, the dungeon enters [Conquest Mode], and all players simultaneously receive a message— *Kill the bride, end the ceremony.* Chi Shu, forced to play the bride: … This game just loves targeting him to death, huh? Later, all players witness a raven-haired, fair-skinned youth standing aloft at the center of countless rising tentacles, his aura icy and oppressive, even the fiercest ghosts prostrating at his feet to welcome his descent. Players: …Is this guy the final boss or an NPC?! Chi Shu (smiling.jpg): All just acting. — In the alien containment facility, he plays the role of a refined yet ruthless researcher—cold-blooded, indifferent to life, yet stubbornly mad to the core—the one who personally creates the most terrifying monster. Until the containment chamber shatters. Amidst blaring alarms, massive, damp, slimy tentacles coil around Chi Shu’s body. The usually arrogant youth now has shattered glasses, blood staining his temple, and a faint blush spreading from his cold, aloof eyes. The colossal monster approaches its creator, its grotesque shell shedding to reveal a body of divine perfection. It bends down, pale fingers lifting Chi Shu’s chin. "You once said humans are visual creatures." "Am I qualified now?"