On the autumn night of 1996, a girl from Songjiagou fled in panic to avoid selling herself.
Since that night, she has contracted a strange disease: every Mid-Autumn Festival, herpes appears all over her body as promised; when the moon sets, it quietly fades away, making her muscles and bones increasingly translucent, like frost.
One autumn night twenty years later, she, who had become an entrepreneur, mysteriously disappeared at the scene of a vendetta. There was only a pool of her blood on the ground, and a strange, cold, frost-like glow in the air that had not yet dissipated...
The dark bloodline quietly awakens here;
The lost truth is spreading its branches again in the corners where the moonlight cannot shine.
…
Mo Tianci had been calm for two minutes before he started to move rustlingly again.
She unscrewed the mineral water bottle and took a sip. The water was provided by the tea stall, in plastic bottles, with a faint earthy smell.
After a while, she remembered something, turned around and asked: "Hey, senior brother, didn't you say you recognized someone through the 'door' here? Why did we all come in? Is it possible that we are all the chosen ones?"
"Oh,"
Mo Tianqi focused on driving with a calm expression, "When your fist is hard enough, you can deny people."
There was sudden silence in the car.
…
Mo Tianci knelt beside him, holding disinfectant and gauze in his hands. She acted more seriously than usual, dipped a cotton swab in disinfectant, and gently wiped it around the wound.
Every time he rubbed it, Mo Tianqi's muscles would bounce slightly, but there was no expression on his face, not even a frown.
"Senior brother, just say nothing if it hurts."
After disinfecting, Mo Tianci took out a small porcelain bottle, used a cotton swab to draw out some light pink solid ointment, and applied it to the wound.
The moment the ointment comes into contact with the skin, it makes a slight "hissing" sound and a faint smoke rises.
"It doesn't hurt."
The green smoke blurred Mo Tianqi's eyes. He simply closed his eyes and his voice was as calm as ever.
Only this time, it was his turn that the veins on his forehead began to bounce slightly.
…
Su Yanshen raised his hand.
The movement is very slow, like a rusty machine. The pale fingers spread out and made a "grasping" gesture towards Song Rong. The fingertips trembled slightly.
His lips moved.
Opening and closing, very slowly and laboriously, as if saying a very important word. Song Rong couldn't hear the sound and could only see the mouth shape.
Save me?
Or... Leave quickly?
Song Rong moved closer, trying to see clearly what he was talking about. The water suddenly became extremely viscous, trapping her in place. She struggled but couldn't move.
Su Yanshen's face was getting closer and closer, the empty eyes were getting bigger and bigger, and there were more and more blood and tears in the eyes, almost drowning the entire sight——
Concept: Realistic suspense about female growth