There is an ancestral saying in an old village in western Hunan: Don't go out when it's dark, and don't answer the door when you knock.
Until a group of "players" broke in, not only knocked on the door in the middle of the night, but also called NPC to my grandfather.
The ancestors behind the door woke up. They said: People with foreign surnames should follow the rules.
And I realized that the person who should have entered that door thirty years ago was me.
The pair of bloody shoes belonged to my father, my grandfather, and finally mine.
