On my eighteenth birthday, my grandfather gave me an ancestral bone knife.
The handle of the knife is engraved with a strange Nuo noodle, which is said to ward off evil and protect the body.
But the moment I held the knife, I felt a sharp pain like a brand in my palm, and cold whispers rang in my ears.
That night, I dreamed that I was standing in the center of the bone altar, wearing a blood-red sacrificial dress.
Grandpa sighed and whispered outside the door: "The sword recognizes its owner, and the fate of the Chen family... Cannot be avoided after all."
Later I learned that this knife was the key to the murderous tomb.
And I am the last drop of blood on the altar.
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The pictures are strong and the writing is smooth, but when I read the book, I felt a little cold... When listening to a book, you need to wear extra clothes [laughs] The scene description is delicate and easy to feel immersed in
The writing is very good, especially the description of the scenery, which matches the atmosphere and creates a dark and heavy scene [Like][Like][Like]