Corpse Whispers on the Pillow

Deserted villages, abandoned hospitals, dark corridors, girls' toilets, which one is your nightmare? Or the eyes behind you, the long tongue on the beam, the extra hands, and the voice on the pillow after closing your eyes... My name is Tang Yi, my grandfather is a corpse collector, my grandmother is a horse fairy, my father is a corpse bearer in a funeral parlor, and my mother is a fortune-telling goddess. In such a family combination, I am an ordinary timid and cowardly person. It wasn't until I experienced a narrow escape on my 23rd birthday that I discovered that there was another scene in the world. Please look at this world with awe, because there are many eyes silently watching you in places you can't see... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.