Shh...
Don't speak. Be careful not to let him see you.
You know Shen Chen is dead, right? From head to toe,
he was hacked...
one blow...
A total of twenty-four times. He was unrecognizable.
It was in that house. Don't let the 'thing' in there see you.
*
Sometimes Shen Ya couldn't help wondering who was really to blame for things reaching this point.
Was it the late Su Fang, or was it them, unable to let go of their obsessions? Or that hateful instigator?
Maybe none of them. Perhaps they had simply fallen into the prison they built for themselves and spent their whole lives trapped inside.
If only none of it had happened twelve years ago. Maybe so many people wouldn't have died in the end. But the world has no ifs.
La la la, I've started a new story! I'm planning to write a short story with a touch of mystery and maybe a little horror to build the atmosphere. Little angels, prepare yourselves! Of course, it all depends on my writing, so please look forward to it~
Ahhhh, tomorrow night is the Ghost Festival. I watched this in the middle of the night and scared myself (?_?). Why did I write such a cruel story back then? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left half of it, and it hasn't been optimized into chapters. Why do I still have to remember the subsequent development (?? Benefit?). I am the only one who knows, no one can understand my scared mood (?_?). Hold yourself tight