The Smell of Death

"Red-leaf trees, cuckoos, the shirts are messy. Acacia flowers, life-threatening grass, we invite you again tomorrow..." The song is melancholy, resentful, and a bit ghostly. Leng Yao listened in silence, her hair standing on end and her body becoming cold and stiff. The singing outside floated around the carriage, and then stopped in front of the carriage door. Leng Yaoxi looked at the car door in horror. The strong aroma mixed with the smell of death faintly entered her nose through the door curtain. Let her know that the singing woman is still there. Then suddenly, a hand reached halfway in and held the door curtain. The slender hands were thickly coated with powder and looked frighteningly white. The back of the hand was covered with layers of wrinkles, and the long and curved nails were so black that they lacked any light of life. The hand grabbed the door curtain and pulled it sharply. The door curtain fell off. "Ah-ah-ah--!" Intention: