[Slightly Scary and Funny] Both the elderly and children love to watch it!
On the night of my grandfather's first seven days, there was a strong wind in the mourning hall of the old house, and the shadow I cast on the ground writhed and writhed uncontrollably, because a ghost appeared behind me. It was a mutilated figure, with its severed legs tightly held by dark red blood threads beside its body, following step by step.
After one night, shadows and ghosts coexisted with me.
Using the shadow as a contract, I was forced to embark on the dangerous path of controlling ghosts to survive.
