The leader ordered me to go to remote mountainous areas to photograph the daily life of long-lived elderly people.
I embark on the journey with the guide recommended by my friends.
On the first day, we encountered a misty forest, full of dangers, but we were lucky enough to get out of it, but I was still frightened.
However, the following days became even more bizarre.
In the quiet night, the old people in the village whispered, mentioning the unspeakable secrets in the mountains.
Under my lens, behind the smiles of the old people there is a deep fear of something.
Late one night, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the dim light flickering in the forest, accompanied by low humming, which seemed human but not human, and sent chills down my spine.
The guide's expression became more and more strange, and he hesitated to speak to me.
I gradually felt that this trip was no small matter, and that the mystery of longevity might be closely related to the terrifying power lurking in the mountains.
Every step forward feels like stepping into an unknown abyss of terror. The truth and danger follow each other like a shadow...
Ps: Lightning protection: short story, very short, cannot withstand scrutiny, the heroine's behavior is not pleasing to the eye, written for fun, practice plot, various hooks
The sketches and writing styles are as modern as possible, but there is no guarantee that they will be good.
Intention: I'm sorry
