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TITLE: Running After Cursing Someone Was Such a Thrill
BODY: Before the person on the other end could react, Jiang Cheng hung up. Worried the ghost might come after him through the internet to get revenge, he simply blocked Huai Yi.
"Running after cursing someone was such a thrill." Jiang Cheng rubbed his chest. His heart was pounding.
Under Fatty's influence, Jiang Cheng's imagination had gotten much more vivid. He could already picture the ghost furiously sending him revenge messages, then flying into a rage when nothing but red exclamation marks appeared beside them.
"It won't hold a grudge against me, will it?" Jiang Cheng stood behind the door, figuring he was probably worrying too much. Ghosts weren't usually that petty.
But if he put himself in the ghost's shoes—if he were the one who'd been cursed—Jiang Cheng would definitely spend the whole night waiting for the guy in the hallway. If he caught the guy opening the door in a sleepy daze, he'd shove his phone right into his mouth.
Lying on the bed with the covers pulled up, Jiang Cheng had to admit he hadn't slept very well that night. He'd had several dreams in a row. In the first, the door opened and a ghost charged in, swinging its one-and-a-half-meter-long arm and slapping him across the mouth. The second was much like the first, except the ghost used an iron ruler half a centimeter thick.
Early the next morning, Jiang Cheng woke with a start. The first thing he did was feel his face. Only after confirming that his face and mouth were fine did he let out a long sigh of relief.
Then he opened his phone and calmly unblocked Huai Yi.
He looked up at the window. It