My hometown is a small and mysterious village in a mountain valley. It is inaccessible and contains only a few dozen households. However, strange things happen one after another, especially under an ancient sacred tree in the village. Countless suspense, horror, and supernatural stories happened. It is scary to think about it now...
In terms of seniority, that ancient sacred tree can be regarded as my godmother, because when I was a child, my mother was born prematurely and was as big as a mouse. The fortune teller said that I could not survive, that I was short of wood in my life, and that I needed a supporter. Although grandpa and grandma favor sons over daughters, I am the first grandchild in the family after all. They are afraid that I will die midway and waste food, and they are also afraid that additional recognition of relatives will increase the burden of traveling around and buying gifts during the New Year. After thinking about it, they actually held me and kowtowed under the ancient sacred tree and accepted it as their godmother.
Who knew that my godmother really had a spirit...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
