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Chapter 324 Lend Me Seven Years

The girl looked at the time.

Oh my goodness, it’s already 3?

She regretted her actions and realized she was supposed to go to bed.

Just as she thought about it, she saw another video of a man holding a chicken and hitting a bowl.

“I wasn’t supposed to laugh at night. But I laughed so hard when I read the comments,”

The girl laughed so hard and replied to the comment, This is so me,”

She thought as she replied to the comment.

I should sleep after one more video…

However, her thumb seemed to have a mind of its own and swiped for more videos.

The next video related to her more as the lyrics of the audio sounded like what she was going through.

“Sleeping at midnight, waking at six, I’ll end up in the ICU! Sleeping at one, waking at six, the Ruler of Hell calls me healthy! Sleeping at two, and waking at six, the urn is a cuboid! Sleeping at three, waking at six, tombstones will accompany me!”

“Sleeping at four, waking at six, I’m hanging on the wall Sleeping at five, waking at six, you and I are on a trip to heaven!”

“Stay up late crazy today, and enjoy the world of bliss tomorrow! Stay up, stay up, stay up late…”

The girl commented, “It’s half past three. Can I still be cured?”

The girl found herself caught in a cycle where the more she desired to sleep early, the later she stayed up?

She could not help but wonder why this was happening She continued to laugh from time to time as she was scrolling through her phone in a blanket.

Unbeknownst to her, a female ghost stood behind her, wearing a wicked grin and muttering, “You and I are on a journey to heaven…”

The female ghost, no longer content with merely standing by the bed, silently climbed onto the bed and positioned herself behind the girl.

Mimicking the girl’s posture, she curled up and pretended to hold a phone with her spectral hands.

As the girl laughed, the ghost laughed along, gradually drawing closer and closer.

Only then did she hear the girl hear the ghost whispering in her car, “My beloved sister…”

The girl tightly squeezed her eyelids shut, yet she couldn’t bring herself to put down her phone. She was caught in a state of drowsiness, unsure if she was fully awake or half asleep. A chilling sensation enveloped her, inexplicable in its origin.

Amidst the ambiance, a noise resonated in her ears, accompanied by a voice whispering into her car. The voice was audible, yet the words were incomprehensibile to her. It was as if a person was learning to speak

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the first time, struggling to form coherent sounds. Initially, they

“Sis… I… Seven…”

girl was suddenly frightened, and she found that

the phone continued playing, and the girl could even hear the accompanying sound 7 and music. However, she found herself unable to

as if someone was trying to communicate with her. Fear gripped her, leaving her with no choice but to pretend to sleep, hoping that

refusing to cease its incessant

words clearly, what she said was-

seven years… Lend me seven years… Lend me

desperate and frenzied, sending shivers down the girl’s

the slightest movement. Though she wished to close her eyes and escape the haunting presence, she found herself unable to do so. Her gaze remained fixated on the phone, which continued replaying the same short video, trapping her in a loop of unsettling visuals.

Help…

presence, intensifying her distress. She could not

echoed through the door of her room,

urgency.

the hurried footsteps of a child. The girl’s heart raced,

voice beside her ear disappeared,

trembled, and she

did not dare to

A delicate voice sounded, “It’s

a small hand extended before her,

the girl could not contain herself and let out a scream. She leaped off the bed and landed with a thud in the corner, pulling the quilt

with fear,

from her possession and firmly affixed it to her

one

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and she gazed at Lilly

minute… wasn’t this little girl the one I accidentally bumped into carlier this morning?

you?” The girl tightly clutched the blanket, her voice

to worry, young lady

herself with the bedside table. She cast a quick glance around

out of the

only herself, Lilly,

suspicion, the man leaned outside the door,

did you…” The girl’s voice trembled with shock and fear, her knuckles turning white as she

“Daddy and

room,”

girl was silent.

Really?

Did she yell?

of it. The only memory she retained was the unsettling sensation of someone lurking behind her, rendering

and retrieving something from