I returned to my hometown for the funeral, only to find out that there were deadly taboos hidden in my hometown.
Don't open the door late at night, don't stay under the tree, and don't answer when your name is called.
The ghost of the old willow at the entrance of the village is still there, and the female ghost in red is asking for her life every night.
His father died mysteriously and tragically, villagers disappeared one after another, and the injustice ten years ago finally broke out tonight.
This is not a superstition, it is a curse.
In this deserted village, what is more terrifying than ghosts is the human heart.
