Me and My Baojiaxian

Grandma's old body was lying on the bed, her chest heaving violently, and she made a "snoring" sound, as if a huge fan was working hard. My mother and I grabbed her left and right hands, which were already a little cold, and kept calling her, but her cloudy eyes never opened again. I stood at the door at a loss, listening to their messy cries and looking at their busy figures. My hands gradually clenched in fear, because thick black smoke appeared around my grandma's body. In this morning room, my vision became so blurry, and those busy figures gradually disappeared in the thick smoke. I know that it is not ordinary smoke. No one except me can see it. They are still doing their actions as usual. I am the only one who stares at the smoke gradually spreading, and then condenses into a ferocious and terrifying...