C123 The Grave

Outside, the house already seemed quite desolate, but stepping inside, a chill rushed up from the floor. Dry twigs covered the ground, and with each step Yan Xiuchuan took, there was a sharp crackling sound. The yard was eerily silent, devoid of any sign of life.

He approached the house and gently pushed the door. It creaked open, releasing a musty smell that caught him off guard