After scanning the surroundings to ensure no one was watching, I slipped into Wang Yuansheng’s house. Truth be told, I’d never done anything like this before. But it's really exciting, my nerves are taut as a bowstring, especially after my last nerve-wracking venture into Uncle Yao’s place.
Wang Yuansheng’s house was a two-story structure, with the bedrooms upstairs. I started in the main room downstairs, creeping cautiously through the dim space. In this room nothing stood out—only the glow of incense and candles, which kept burning for the seven days following his death, as custom demanded.
His portrait sat on the altar, staring down with lifeless eyes.
Look at his photo，I unconsciously thought of the memory of the old woman summoning his spirit—his ghastly, twisted visage—flashed t
