Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

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…”

The girl 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 from tantalizing culinary delights to DIY tips and even horror short videos.

continued scrolling, she encountered a series of videos

of unease creeping up within her. “Don’t watch it, -don’t watch it. It’s scary,” she muttered to herself, trying to brush

the bed, practicing good health” habits by keeping it away

to drift off to sleep, a peculiar odor wafted through the air–an unmistakable scent of decaying mice, growing increasingly distinct and

hugged her blanker tightly and turned over, reaching out to adjust the

degrees.

the chill in the air dispersing any lingering traces of the

the girl found solace in the coolness and

but an unusual chill seemed to permeate the air. Despite

sensation of coldness.

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

bed as the alarm clock blared. Rubbing her eyes, she

need more sleep. From now on, I should avoid using my phone at night and make sure

of a good night’s sleep, she resolved to establish

never kept her

and wash her

change her clothes, the odor grew

where could this dead mouse smell be coming

diligently investigated the source of the scent, and her gaze landed

is of an antique design, and

the floor.

girl rented the house, the landlord mentioned the presence of miscellaneous items

girl smirked and muttered, “There’s

she grumbled and called

items was acceptable; she

dealing with dead mice, they had to

and check out the wardrobe?” the girl asked while changing