The blood stains under the threshold of my old house spread every rainy night. In the early years, my family was a landowner family and left behind the old homestead property. I still live in the old house. One day while playing, I discovered that there were three staggered scratches hidden in the peeling red paint on the threshold. At midnight you can always hear the sound of nails scraping against the wood, winding along the threshold to the head of the bed. When she lifted up the faded quilt on the bed, she was shocked to see that the soles of her feet were covered with bruises, and their shape matched the scratches on the threshold. The villagers said that this threshold was a magic weapon used to suppress the evil ghosts back then. Now... That thing is about to come out.
The records of Qianzhou folk tales are all adapted from real stories, passed down orally from the older generation, with the author's personal experience and contributions from friends. The plot of the story is ups and downs and has a strong sense of substitution. I hope readers will give me your feedback.
Reader comments
I was a little frustrated in the early stages, but started to get a little interesting after about ten chapters.
I was a little frustrated in the early stages, but started to get a little interesting after about ten chapters.
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