Qian Yuying, who had just graduated, was eager to find a good job and was deceived into a horrible and strange experience in a Binhai ghost building. The ghost tower stands tall in the center of the 2-meter-high wall.
The spacious courtyard was paved with blue bricks, and the gaps were covered with knee-deep grass. The empty courtyard was filled with faint moonlight.
There are two ancient locust trees beside the wall, tall and lush, upright and majestic. The breeze blows, and the bitter smell of cypress leaves fills the space, making people feel like they are in a temple filled with incense.
The chain of the iron fence gate was rusty, and it looked like no one had entered or left here for a long time.
She walked along the wall to the back door. The lights were on in the yard. Qian Yuying lay in the crack of the small red iron door and looked in.
The yard is spacious, clean and quiet.
There was a dim lamp on the lintel of the building, and he blinked his eyes drowsily, as if he was half asleep. There is a small concierge on the right. In front of the house is a tall and sturdy plane tree, which looks like a big umbrella covering half of the yard. A heavy sycamore fruit falls from the tree. It falls to the ground, bounces twice and rolls to the steps of the concierge.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
