The incense ashes, the bell alarms the dreamer
The requiem bell in front of the porch rang loudly at midnight, disturbing the tranquility of the small funeral home. "Is anyone here?" A girl who was soaked and trembling came in. "Someone~" A strange voice came slowly, and the girl looked around. The voice seemed to come from the dark coffin in front of the hall. She trembled with fright, and watched helplessly as a pair of defeated hands were on both sides of the coffin. A tired and tired face poked out from inside, "Miss, you are no longer a human being, and you are still so afraid of ghosts?" She turned over and jumped out of the coffin. The soaked girl was stunned for a few seconds, "Yes... I am dead, I, I am looking for... An Ling!"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
