When a house began longing for more people to move in, it would most likely become a haunted house for real.
Perhaps he had heard too many pleas and prayers, seen too much bloodshed and slaughter. All kinds of thoughts began surfacing uncontrollably in Gao Ming's mind, each tempting him to do things a house should never do, such as taking pleasure the way those murderers did, or spying on every living person who came near.
Gao Ming had endured so much suffering that these thoughts naturally failed to sway him. He simply let the house fall into disrepair.
The ground cracked, the roof collapsed, weeds sprouted in the corners, and cobwebs covered the rafters.
The years slipped by. For the first time, Gao Ming felt the existence of time with such clarity. Every minute and second seeped into the old residence, slowly corroding everything he was.
His thoughts slowed, and his consciousness began to blur. Gao Ming was like an old monk deep in meditation, transformed into a stone Buddha.
An unknown number of years passed before the old residence's battered door was pushed open again. A pale arm carried a red lantern inside.
Dust drifted through the air, and Gao Ming slowly opened his eyes.
The bright red lantern illuminated an old man's face. Gao Ming did not recognize him at all, yet the man seemed very familiar with this place.
Following the scene in his memories, he arranged offerings one by one on the offering table. Then he leaned against the wall covered in talismans and began telling his story.
His deeply wrinkled face gazed in Gao Ming's direction. As he listened, Gao Ming slowly remembered: this old man was the chubby boy from back then, the sole survivor of the Family Annihilation Case.
Even after devoting