Beautiful Pictures of Ancient Houses

It's misty rain and hazy mist in the south of the Yangtze River. In the deep alley of the ancient house, the beauty is singing softly. In a dilapidated ancient house in the south of the Yangtze River, a horrifying and terrifying story spreads. It's not a legend, it's a true story. Because, I saw... When I was six years old, I hid in the cabinet that exuded a disgusting musty smell. Through the small gap, I saw a faceless woman. She was wearing a red skirt, dyed red nails, and bare feet. She pinched the second wife's neck tightly with her pale hands... I was so scared that I huddled in the cabinet, biting my own hand, not daring to make a sound. She left, but her feet were hanging only half an inch above the ground... She seemed to have seen me... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.