Do you believe in ghosts?

Lu Jinzhao was forced into an unspeakable and terrifying cycle by her roommate's last question before jumping off the building.

A blood-stained sheepskin, a black train ticket engraved with her name, and a living person who vanished into thin air—

Locker number 504 at Yuncheng Railway Station became her gateway to death.

When the eerie train stopped in front of Lu Jinzhao, she had only one choice.

"If you don't get on the bus, you're doomed."

The sheepskin she held in her hand served as a warning.

In order to survive, Lu Jinzhao boarded this train heading to hell, stepping onto the edge of life and death.

I am the driver of the last midnight bus on route 14. I have to go to Shan'ao Village every night at 12 o'clock. Eight veteran drivers had accidents with this bus, either died or became disabled and mentally ill. Now I am the ninth driver, and all the stories start from here.

Main characters: Su Ren, Bai Xian,

Paper-folding, the art of yin and yang, offers sacrifices to the departed, and invites the King of Hell. Cutting yellow paper and weaving bamboo strips, paper horses travel thousands of miles, and paper figures summon the spirits. With a single stroke, the King of Hell appears, his mighty power lurking in all directions, and all ghosts hide! Paper-folding has reached Chen Mo, the last generation of this tradition. He thought such an ancient and mysterious craft had long since lost its relevance in modern society, until he encountered... A century of reincarnation begins, and the executioner's knife, the shoemaker's needle, the coroner's eye—the four minor gates of the Yin—come together. These ancient and mysterious crafts haven't vanished, but are secretly passed down through untold means.

Lin Xiao's train crashes, derailing and transporting thousands of passengers to a dark and eerie world... Where will this eerie and mysterious ghost train take them? A sinister and terrifying monster, sensing humanity's presence, bared its drooling fangs in the darkness... Are you ready? The next person to die... could be you!

"Those who use forbidden curses to exorcise evil spirits are known as 'Curse Masters'."

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Cen Dongsheng has been reborn. His soul comes from eight years into the future—a time when ghosts run rampant, malevolent gods wreak havoc, and the so-called "Curse Masters" rule modern society. But in the present, the world is still on the eve of a great upheaval, with dark undercurrents surging beneath the surface.

However, he is a cautious and self-aware man, fully aware of his mediocre talents. Upon being reborn, the first thing he thinks of is finding a powerful backer—and he does it thoroughly and successfully.

Except for one problem.

His backers are all insane.

And they… start fighting among themselves.

"Stop fighting! If you want to fight, take it outside, okay? Don’t wreck the house!"

"Forget it… just come back. Destroying the house is better than destroying the world…"

The art of winning, feng shui, witchcraft... are not groundless!

Hundreds of strange techniques and folk taboos become reality in one day!

All things in the world are based on the Daozang!

Monsters and ghosts, use Nuo masks to invite gods!

The moment I put on the Nuo mask, I will no longer be a human being!

But God!

A humble scholar, with bones as thin as feathers, treads the foul wind; his blood, congealed into cinnabar, scorns the Daoist master.

Claws shatter cities and devour the sun and moon; a demonic heart refines the world and scorns the heavens.

The cauldron melts all laws to open a new realm; the sword shatters a thousand sects to reach the summit.

Do not concern yourself with the affairs of good and evil throughout the ages; only a single thought can govern the primordial chaos.

Horror + Comedy + Infinite Flow + Nonsense

I breathed a sigh of relief the day the world was engulfed in a terrifying live-streamed game from which there was no way to escape.

As a failed horror novelist, each of these instances comes from one of my unfinished works.

While the other players were being chased by the female ghost, I walked straight to the ancient well and recited the incantation I had written.

The female ghost in the mirror froze abruptly, her bloody tears instantly ceasing, and she asked me, trembling:

"Author, could you... please finish filling in the plot holes first?"

New York City interrogation room. In the dim light, the interrogator scoffed at the absurd transcript before him: "Huh? You say you've exorcised demons, captured witches, and saved the world?" "Yes," Locke Galahad replied calmly. "Is there a problem?" "Then how come I've never seen any of these monsters you're talking about, not even once in my life?" The interrogator's face betrayed a mocking expression. "Since you haven't seen them, why don't you say thank you?" The interrogator's smile faltered: "???" Current setting: Underworld. Future titles: Wrong Turn, Silent Hill, Scream, Dead Silence, Resident Evil, Otherworldly Realms, etc... PS: Minor Cthulhu and Warhammer universe settings.