My name is Lu Xiaofeng, and I'm a 21-year-old university student.
When our class chose a deserted village and an abandoned temple for a field trip, everyone was thrilled.
I was the only one staring at the broken peachwood threshold of the temple and the strangely arranged, long-defunct stone formation on the ground, a chill running down my back.
When the class monitor laughingly stepped over those stones, I clearly saw a pair of small, bluish-gray handprints suddenly appear on his shoulder...
