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.

she continued scrolling, she encountered a series of videos titled “Do

turned off her mobile phone, 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

of the bed, practicing good health” habits by keeping it away from her sleeping

the girl closed her eyes, ready to drift off to sleep, a peculiar odor wafted through the air–an unmistakable scent of decaying mice, growing

blanker tightly and turned over, reaching out to adjust the air conditioner to

degrees.

nestled back into her quilt, the chill in the air dispersing

the

in the quilt, but an unusual chill seemed

sensation of coldness.

conditioner on. The initial coolness that provided relief gradually gives way to a perceived drop in temperature as the body adjusts and

bed as the alarm clock blared. Rubbing her eyes, she could not help but complain about the early morning

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

sleep, she resolved to establish healthy sleep habits and prioritize her

kept her

brush her teeth and wash her face, and then she smelled

change her

this dead mouse smell be

investigated the source of the scent, and her

wardrobe is of an antique design, and at its base is a built–in

the floor.

landlord mentioned the presence of miscellaneous items in

“There’s a

she grumbled and

storage space for miscellaneous items was acceptable; she did not mind the surplus

with dead

when are you planning to come and check out the wardrobe?” the girl