The night is like ink, splashing on the winding mountain road. The old bus crawled slowly like a carrion, and the moonlight streamed on the rusty body, but it could not illuminate the empty driver's seat - the steering wheel was being controlled by invisible hands, carrying the car full of "sacrifice" toward the abyss. Passengers huddled in their seats with empty eyes - their fate had long been entangled with invisible threads and they could not break free.
The bus stopped at the mountain col. The treacherous house is like a dormant giant beast, squatting there in darkness, and the surrounding trees rustle in the night wind, like countless ghosts whispering in the ears. When he opened the door, the strong smell of blood choked his eyes. The bloody door in the depths is the most horrifying. The dark red color is like a frozen wail. Every once in a while, an invisible gravitational force will stretch out, dragging people into the purgatory in the distorted time and space.
Ren Qianqian clenched her fists and dug her fingernails into her palms - she had deciphered evil prophecies in the secret room filled with blood, and had her ankles scratched by cold fingers sticking out of the wall in the corridor. She climbed back on the line of life and death every time, relying on a will stronger than steel. When she finally gained a foothold in the pile of corpses, she discovered that this treacherous house was not a cursed prison at all - it was more like a sieve, sifting out humanity and hiding the truth.
As the night deepened, a fire suddenly lit up deep in the house. The crackling of firewood in the brazier made the shadows on the wall shake into human shapes. "Friend, come and warm yourself by the fire," a hoarse voice floated from the darkness, "I'll tell you the story behind the Blood Gate..." Ren Qianqian looked at the dancing flames and clenched the dagger hidden in her sleeve - she knew that the real answer was locked at the end of this layer of fog.
