When I was sixteen years old, I was welcomed back to the Wang family mansion as the "son of the deceased hero".
Grandfather Wang Bingxiao touched my face with his withered hands: "Your eyes are most like An Hua."
But my father's memorial tablet in the mourning hall was freezing cold.
At night, my crazy cousin Wang Hongzhou suddenly grabbed my neck and said, "They eat people... You will be next!"
But Wang Hongzhe, who was addicted to opium, smiled at me: "Brother, welcome to hell."
Until I saw the opium field deed signed with my father's blood in my grandfather's secret room.
