Li Xingzhou always felt that the only difference between him and Wen Qingyu was a little time.
Waiting for the outpost to be over, waiting to return to the provincial capital, waiting for the ambiguities hidden in daily life to finally have a chance to be spoken out.
But they couldn't wait until that day.
A temporary mission to the countryside brought the medical team deep into the fog. The navigation stopped in place and the phone lost signal. When the fog dispersed a little, a village that was not on the map appeared in front of everyone.
The seven-day festival is held for those "hungry guests" in the mountains who never have enough to eat. When outsiders enter the village, they must abide by the village's rules. Return to the house before dark, and cannot visit the door at night. If you hear someone calling your name outside the door, you cannot answer.
The rules are vague, but people die clearly.
Li Xingzhou could only look for a way out while protecting those around him.
But he soon discovered that from the moment he stepped into this village, something had quietly slipped into the crowd.
Intent: A pseudo-infinite folk horror novel