Sophora Lantern Night Talk

The night was as thick as ink, and there were no stars or moon. The skin of the old locust tree is cracked and its branches are as shadowy as bones. There is only one light in each room, half dim and half bright. Strange things in the world, horror stories in the world, peel off the skin of the day here, revealing the dark shadow—— Really? Fantasy? And leave it for future generations to grind their teeth. Dear readers, please hold your voice and hold your breath while the story begins...