A woman in black wearing a black veil and a long black skirt walked slowly through the empty alley. The night wind lifted the black veil, revealing a ferocious Rakshasa-like face with blood and flesh flying around. She subconsciously reached out and grabbed the veil, and her lips, which were pulled up by the torn flesh, could not cover her blood-red gums.
She came to the ruins and stood in silence for a long time, as if mourning an old friend. There was smoke behind her, and strong light shone back at her, making her look even more eerie. A man in a plain robe stood not far from her and called her name: "Little girl, little girl."
The woman turned her face with difficulty, her face was so deformed that she could not blink. She looked at the man in plain clothes, her eyes rolled, but she could not shed a single tear. She opened her mouth and was about to speak.
At this time, a woman's voice came from another corner: "I'm here." As soon as the voice finished, a woman wearing a black dress and a black veil slowly walked in from a place where the light could not shine. The skirt reached to her ankles, and there seemed to be a string of footbells tied to her feet. As she moved, a string of tiny bells sounded, which was seductive and terrifying.