Just Because I Robbed the Wrong Tomb, I Was Chased and Killed by a Fierce Ghost

[Micro thriller + suspense + supernatural + survival] After returning from the tomb robbery ten years ago, my father never came out of his room again. And the rice he eats must be sprinkled with incense ash. Every time I pass by, I can hear the creaking sound inside that house, like something is chewing the bones! Until my child was about to give birth, my wife suddenly told me. "Bulou, something happened! The baby in my belly seems to be chewing on my bones!"