On a rainy night, I received a takeout order from a gloomy old house. The note read: "Send it to the ancestral hall in the backyard, don't knock on the door, just put it on the altar table." When I arrived, the whole street was deserted, except for the blood moon hanging above my head, and my phone suddenly vibrated - "You are already late, we have been waiting for you for a long time." I turned around suddenly and saw dense white lanterns floating silently behind me. A familiar face emerged from the darkness: "Xiao Su, do you remember the way home?"
