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A mysterious handmade soap shop opened deep in a mountain village, In the darkness filled with dried flowers and glass bottles, Hidden unspeakable secrets. When a family of three tourists stumbled into this place by mistake, The smile in the female shopkeeper's eyes, the cold soap bars in the store, Beginning to silently erode the boundaries of reality - what is sold here may be far more than just soap. #Suspense thriller #ambience eerie #folklore ghost story #female protagonist #dark□□ #psychological thriller #family secret [Excerpt from the original text] After cleaning the shop, I took out a deck of tarot cards, spread a black velvet cloth on the tea table, shuffled the cards, cut them, and drew one. Although my mother dislikes tarot cards, a Western-style divination method, I like it very much. Turning over the cards, there is a death card. It's very unlucky, but for me, I like this card the most, and it's destined to be another happy day. Friendly mention The author of this article is trying to switch between multiple titles and write narratives from multiple angles. It may lead to a sense of jumping and fragmentation in reading, but this is intentional by the author. I'm very sorry if it brings you a bad reading experience. Just in case, you like it, then... Welcome to the author's strange world to read the story. Purpose: I am willing to be your prisoner with my soul.