Story One: “Fierce Ghost, Fierce Ghost, What Time Is It”

Because she was scammed out of money and burdened with a huge debt, with no way out, she accepted a food delivery order at an unfinished haunted building in the suburbs.

In the unfinished building lived a tall and thin ghostly figure. It was said that he was a very powerful fierce ghost. Countless Taoist priests and sorcerers could do nothing about him. With his power alone, he turned the suburbs completely desolate and made the area into a local legend.

At first, she thought he was going to take her life.

Later—

“Qingqing, I bought you a cake.”

“…Where did you get the money?”

“Ghost money.”

“…”

“Qingqing, I have money to help you pay off your debt now. Don’t die.”

“Thank you, but ghost money can’t repay debt.”

“I went to work at a haunted house at night. The salary is seventy yuan a month. I’ll give it all to you.”

“I can also split myself during the day to work part-time. This way, as long as I work for one hundred and twenty years, I can help you pay off your debt.”

“…”

“Were you tricked by your boss?”

“You big dummy, let’s go, let’s reap souls.”

Story Two: “Skull Fright Night”

Zhou Zhouzhou opened a guesthouse in a deserted little mountain valley. There were very few guests.

Every night, a gentleman carrying an umbrella came to stay.

The strange thing was, whether it was sunny or cloudy, the gentleman’s umbrella always had dripping water on it. He wore clothes from the last century, tidied himself meticulously, not only looked very handsome but also spoke eight languages and was very witty and humorous.

But—

“Miss, can you teach me how to use this terrifying little box that flashes with lightning?”

She looked down at her phone.

“Miss, this strange big box that holds people is very interesting, but a little scary. Can you turn it off?”

She looked up at the television.

“…”

She discovered the guest had no shadow.

She discovered the guest’s body temperature was minus eight degrees.

But to take advantage of the one thousand yuan room fee every day, she pretended nothing had happened.

—How should I say it, being poor is scarier than ghosts.

Until one night, lightning flashed and thunder roared. The wind blew and the rain poured.

She saw countless terrifying skeletons crawling out from the cemetery, surging in one direction.

The wind blew open the window. The front door slammed open.

The gentleman stood at the door and took out a rose.

Very politely, he asked,

“Dear Miss, may I ask you out on a date?”

Kind Reminder:

These are not scary supernatural romance stories. They are entirely sweet and fluffy. Even timid little angels can safely enjoy them (*￣︶￣）~