the cold wind blows through the forest, making countless dry branches in the forest beat the air, making the sound of wheezing. It's like the grieving cry of the ghost in hell, making people creepy.

Liang Fei's heart pounded involuntarily every time the flames were burning and the stacked wood crackled.

what happened decades ago, and now it's said again in the mouth of a stranger, how can Liang Fei not be frightened. At the moment, Liang Fei's mind is constantly recalling all kinds of things in that year, a inexplicable fear arises from it.

Liang Fei, who was half kneeling and half crawling, raised himself up and sat up...