A Collection of Thriller Folk Horror Stories

Some places in this world hold secrets older than death. In the ancient tombs on the border of Yunnan, there is a rule colder than the tombstone: say your name, and you will die. Deep in the tunnel of Longji Mountain, the stone walls are engraved with the names of the missing people, and the sound of percussion is coming from the inside of the mountain - the rhythm is completely synchronized with the boring machine in your hand, only half a beat slower. Deep inside the wall of a dilapidated tube building in Shanghai, vague human silhouettes are imitating every movement of a living person, and at the end of the darkness, a door that has been sealed for many years is slowly being pushed open. These taboos are connected to each other, like roots dormant underground, spreading quietly in unknown corners. An antique dealer bought a copper box with blood and was dragged into a curse that lasted for three hundred years. The engineer cut through a stone wall, and the teammates behind him began to disappear one by one. The old contractor peeled off a layer of wall and found that some spaces should not be opened at all. And the above is just the beginning. More stories are taking shape in the darkness. More names are being remembered. More doors are knocking. This collection will never be finished. It will only continue to grow after the last page.