The Return of the God Level Assassin [BL] - Chapter 823: QUITE THE LIFE

【Once upon a time】
Ye Ying: “I am the brightest star in your night sky!”
Huang Xize: “…you violated my eyes.”
【Now】
Huang Xize: “Honey, I think…”
Ye Ying: “Big wolf, it’s time to drink the medicine.”
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Within a month, Ye Ying accomplished two major events in her life:
First, buy a house with full payment;
Second, being caught by the blind date for a flash marriage.

But what she never expected was that the house was a super haunted house where more than a dozen people died, and she was holding back her dog’s life every day.
The object is even more exaggerated, not even a human being at all!
Ye Ying: It’s outrageous.
She said that there are two conditions for finding a partner: a man and a live one.
But first of all, he has to be a person, right? !

Stingy Stingy City Beauty×Boundless Mana Wong Tai Sin

Content tags: Urban Love, A Match Made in Heaven, Sweet Articles, Urban Strange News
Search keywords: Protagonist: Ye Ying, Huang Xize ┃ Supporting role: All Minions ┃ Others: Sand Sculpture
One-sentence introduction: About the matter of wanting to marry someone, I married someone who is not a person
Conception: Everyone is responsible for caring for animals

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Gawain is dead and was transmigrated, but there was a slight problem during the process.
After floating for more than a hundred thousand years on a different continent, he felt that he might need a body to become a complete transmigrator, but he did not expect that…

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The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?