"Welcome to the world of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, Mr. Song." A familiar voice came from behind.
Song Qingyuan turned around and saw the woman in white, Nie Xiaoqian, standing under the moonlight with a sad face.
"I... I'm really in the book?" Song Qingyuan's voice was hoarse.
Xiaoqian nodded: "The book demon uses the yellow talisman as a guide to pull you into this world. You must find a way to leave, otherwise..."
"What else?"
"Otherwise, you will become a dead soul in the next story." Xiaoqian said quietly, "And in the real world, you will never wake up."
Song Qingyuan looked at the ancient house, and the bloodshot eye in the crack of the door appeared again, staring at him. This time, he knew it wasn't a dream.
The door of the ancient house slowly opened, making a heart-wrenching creaking sound, as if inviting him to enter. Song Qingyuan took a deep breath and took the first step - his journey of ghost stories began.
