From time to time, a few insect sounds could be heard in the night sky. I don't know if it was an illusion or something, but now as I looked at the large cemetery in front of me, I felt extremely uncomfortable all over my body—it felt eerie, almost suffocating.
In the end, I mustered up the courage to walk into the ancestral graveyard of Wangjia Village. I really wanted to know who the person was behind those mysterious text messages.
Entering this ancestral tomb, I dare not speak loudly. My original plan was to stand still and wait to see if the person who sent me the messages would show themselves. But after less than a minute of standing there, I felt an increasing sense of a strange feeling in the air.
So I decided to start walking around, wandering between the mounds of graves. As
