During the summer vacation of 1984, a theater troupe came to the village, and the troupe leader with pigtails jumped into a frying pan with gravel in his throat, making the whole village dumbfounded. He moved into my house, ate and drank freely for a week, and kidnapped my mother. Dad rushed back from the quarry, split open the ancestral urn and dug out the family heirloom. The sword is with the person, but the person is killed by the sword. He chased him out the door with a knife and never came back. I was only eight years old at that time, and I was the only one in the family.
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Essentially, it is a cultivation version of an older (more popular about 5/6 years ago, I think) supernatural ghost story.
Essentially, it is a cultivation version of an older (more popular about 5/6 years ago, I think) supernatural ghost story.