The night suddenly became quiet.
It seems to be foreshadowing something.
The woman in the cotton-padded jacket finally raised her head slowly and said grimly: "I... Am... Sanhuan... Ah..."
I saw the woman standing in front of me, like the Sadako in a horror movie, slowly pushing her hair away. I saw her pale and shriveled face, and her sunken eyes. Her eyes could no longer be seen clearly in the darkness, or she had no eyes in the first place!
Logically speaking, shouldn't San Huan be dead long ago? !
I suddenly thought of a very scary word: the soul returns.
On the Lantern Festival night, I met the dead... On my way home.
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