The night before my grandfather was buried, someone in the coffin called Chen Yan's nickname.
The voice was exactly the same as when the old man was alive, even the gasping after coughing.
Relatives said that the old man was reluctant to leave and asked him to respond.
Chen Yan did not dare to respond.
Because my grandfather repeatedly told me during his lifetime: If someone calls you at night, don't look back and don't answer the call.
From that night on, Qingshi Town was not at peace.
There was the sound of water under the old bridge in the middle of the night following people home. The photo studio washed out shadows that shouldn't have appeared. In the wooden house that had been sealed for many years, it always seemed like someone was walking around with wet shoes.
The old people in the town say that evil things should not be ignored.
If you take care of it, you will have to return it one day in the future.
When others encounter evil, they either pray to God, burn paper, or change their lives.
Chen Yan was also afraid at first.
Until one time he realized that those things were clearly approaching, but suddenly they retreated on their own.
It's not as if he got into trouble.
It was like Xie recognized him first.
