In recent years, even though tourism has flourished in Guyue County, people still often leave to work elsewhere, and after a long time, they don't come back, leaving the houses visibly dilapidated.
At the end of a narrow path is a house with a tightly closed red door, a rusty iron lock hanging on it. Looking through the door crack, wild grass grows rampant, and a pitch-black coffin unexpectedly sits in the yard.
The green ghost shadow vanished upon arriving here.
By now, the sunset had completely slipped behind the mountains. The stone path leading to nearby houses was still illuminated, while the deepest part had been entirely swallowed by darkness, with an eerie silence all around.
Yun Qi stood on tiptoe, straining with a small hand to reach the large iron lock, grunting with effort. Finally, her fingertip nudged it, and the heavy lock fell from the latch.
