"It's from the East China Sea,"

"It will entangle itself in people's bodies, entangled in people's dark psychology, fragile psychology, and then possess success."

"Those who are possessed by it will no longer be human,"

"When a man dies, it is happy, and it will deceive and mock humanity ......"

On the shore of the East China Sea, a small fishing village is holding the most solemn ceremony of worshipping the sea during the New Year.

The adults were busy, and the children, who had nothing to do, gathered together to tell ghost stories.

"It's all nonsense! My aunt said that nothing like this has ever happened! There was a little girl with a sharp voice, who seemed to be frightened by the story told by the little boy, and retorted loudly.

"If you don't believe me, do you dare to swim in the East China Sea later?"

Not to be outdone, the little boy shouted at the girl with a pair of beaded eyes.

"I, I'm not going! Mom said that you can't just go to the East China Sea to play...... "Speaking of swimming in the East China Sea, the girl suddenly lost her courage, she looked at the mocking eyes of the friends around her, and stomped her feet angrily.

"Hmph, I'm not playing with you anymore, I'm going home!" With that, she turned and ran away, and the rest of the children burst into laughter.

"What, what kind of ghost guest, I, I don't believe it, my aunt said, ghosts are all deceitful things, I can't count them......" The little girl muttered all the way, muttering all the way to the direction of home, and without paying attention, she came to the East China Sea.

It was getting late, and the originally clear waves had become a little inky by this time. Rolling up the waves and slapping on the shore, and then wrapping the sand back into the sea, coming and going, inexplicably giving birth to a sticky feeling.

The little girl's body trembled.

On the other side of the shore, the adults are preparing for the sea sacrifice ceremony; But this end, it was quiet as if it had been abandoned.

Faintly, the little girl wanted to hear someone call her name.

The voice was very soft and long, like the wind, the wind that blew from the East Sea,

Calling his own name.

"This is coming, this is coming......" The little girl's eyes were hollow, and she stepped on one foot on the edge of the cliff.

If anyone is there, they can see a small black shadow, falling from the edge of the cliff.

Fall into the sea and be swept away by the waves.

The East China Sea is still the same calm.