Old Man Sun Tells an Urban Ghost Story

"This hotel room is pretty clean."

Jiang Qiao and Old Man Sun opened a room on the second floor under the server's guidance. The corridor wasn't lit, either; white lanterns were used instead, but they shone brightly.

After the door opened, a faint sandalwood fragrance wafted out, instantly lifting Old Man Sun's spirits.

The room's furnishings were simple.

There was a red-painted cabinet and bed, a calendar pinned to the wall with thumbtacks, an old-fashioned wall clock, a radio, and an incense burner trailing wisps of green smoke.

The bathroom was immediately to the right of the entrance. It was just as clean inside, without the slightest unpleasant odor.

"It's just this one room, and there's only one bed, though it's pretty big." Old Man Sun walked to the bed and plopped down, then shook his body as if testing whether it was sturdy.

Jiang Qiao did not tell him that beneath the wooden bed were two pitch-black coffins.

"Were these prepared for us?"

The coffins were empty, containing nothing at all.

"Since we're here, let's rest for a while." Jiang Qiao walked to the window and pulled open the curtains.

The view outside was quite broad from this spot.

He could clearly see the scattered white lights in the village, as well as the rock ceiling more than thirty meters overhead.

"Something crawled around up there."

The top of the cavern was covered in jagged, uneven rocks. Yet amid the crisscrossing grooves, Jiang Qiao clearly saw row after row of black footprints.

It seemed someone had once walked upside down across the ceiling.

"I can't sleep in a place like this." Old Man Sun shook his head.

What a joke.

This village was obviously a ghost village.

If he really slept here, whether he could wake up again would