In the dark Wutong Lane in the early morning, the sound of "ta, tap, tap" footsteps always follows behind you.
The originally rippling blue river quietly dried up, leaving a lonely riverbed.
Listen, that's a human sigh... Entangled at the bottom of the pitch-black bridge, with endless darkness underneath.
The famous designer Jiang Sheng was trapped in endless supernatural beings, and countless strange things happened.
Unknown people sneaked into the house, ancient bells appeared silently, eerie old houses, contact information disappeared mysteriously, the eyes of the ladies met each other in the picture, and the person who passed away in just three years after winning the imperial examination a hundred years ago...
"Wantang..."
A shallow voice came, mixed with bone-chilling coldness.
It was the murmur of the dead.
