[Strange stories about rules + Chinese horror + suspense decryption + survival challenge + family secrets]
I inherited a century-old villa, and that night I bumped into a woman wearing a cheongsam.
She said she was my "family" and said there were 108 rules in the villa that I had to abide by.
"If you're smiling in the mirror at three in the morning, smash it immediately."
"Your shadow will occasionally stand up on its own, don't ask where it's going."
"On the fifteenth day of every month, remember to prepare four pairs of bowls and chopsticks for 'them'."
I thought I could get out alive if I just did this.
Until I opened the family photo album——
The ancestor who stands in the C position in every old photo looks exactly like me.
On the back of the photo, there was a line of small words written in blood:
"Welcome home, the 49th Lord of Qiyun."
