I am a premature child, born in a cemetery, born in a very gloomy place. I cannot see things for many years and regain my sight. Is it Sister Wang's kindness or another intention. The gloomy clubhouse, the guests covered with talismans, the posthumous photos of colleagues, and the warnings of Old Yangtou, what finally came to us was an existence more terrifying than the snake disaster.
Too much nonsense
I like it, but there are too many typos.