My name is Lu Xiaofeng, a 21-year-old college student.
When the abandoned temple in a deserted village was chosen for the folklore collecting activity, the students were extremely excited.
I could only stare at the broken peach wood threshold of the temple door and the strangely arranged array of gravels on the ground that had long since failed, and felt a chill running down my back.
When the monitor walked over the gravel with a smile, I clearly saw a pair of blue-gray child's handprints suddenly appeared on his shoulders...
