This horror is very popular on the Internet.

After getting stuck in a bottleneck, I was going to stop writing. But looking at the many readers, the enthusiastic urging, I can't bear it again.

For me to write about the Internet, my friends around me are all cynical, no one cares whether I am tired or not, only cares, I write, how much money I can make.

If you can't make money, they will laugh at you even more unscrupulously. I was really annoyed by this at first.

But after a long time, I also wanted to open it, and there was no need to worry about them.

Every girl dreams of her own Prince Charming during adolescence, and I am no exception.

Since I was a child, I have a very good friend of the opposite sex, his name is Yang Chen, who is three years older than me.

Yang Chenchang is handsome and elegant, and his words and deeds also have a gentlemanly demeanor, and he has won the love of girls a long time ago.

At the age when I first fell in love, I naively thought that I would marry Yang Chen when I became an adult.

For a while, I always approached him, consciously or unconsciously, looking for common ground.

Yang Chen is a very thoughtful person, and his little tricks of mine were seen through by him at a glance.

But considering my feelings, Yang Chen didn't say anything. After a while, I gradually understood that in his heart, he always regarded me as a sister.

After understanding this, I left him very consciously. Because of this incident, Yang Chen also talked to me a few times.

Actually, not only me, but also some of the sisters around me, he treats them as sisters.

It can be said that those of us are the best memories of his childhood.

In the year I entered college, Yang Chen got married. To my surprise, he married a Vietnamese bride and settled there.

When I got married, I was invited to Vietnam with a few sisters to attend the wedding.

Unfortunately, I rejected it at the time. To be honest, I was a bit jealous at the time.

It was precisely because of that incident that the idea of writing came to my mind.

In fact, the first book I wrote, the male protagonist in it, is the incarnation of Yang Chen.

After marriage, although Yang Chen will return to China occasionally, the number of contacts with me is really much less.

He has a cousin named Yang Shuting, who coincidentally shares the same dormitory with me.

Helplessly, Yang Shuting looks cold to me on weekdays. And, against me at every turn.

It stands to reason that with the relationship between me and Yang Chen, the relationship between me and Yang Shuting should not be so stiff.

This is also the thing I don't understand the most, I and Yang Shuting didn't know each other at all before I went to college.

When I entered university, I greeted everyone with a smile, why did she dislike me so much?

Yang Chen's Vietnamese wife, named Nguyen Minh Xue, likes Chinese culture very much, and has studied Mandarin quite a lot, and now, she can barely speak Mandarin fluently. As for what I wrote, she had read it all.

It's just that Ruan Mingxue didn't know what happened to me and Yang Chen, so I didn't see that it was alluding to them.

I'm writing horror now, and she's watching it, and that's called a love affair.

Knowing that my writing was in a bottleneck, Ruan Mingxue called me for the first time.

After two years, I have long been no longer jealous, and I only have blessings in my heart for Yang Chen and Ruan Mingxue.

Moreover, I have always taken Ruan Mingxue as my sister.

On the other end of the microphone, Ruan Mingxue comforted me with concern, and asked me not to get tired and go out to exercise properly.

At that moment, my eyes really felt sour.

I told her that I really had no inspiration in my head, and maybe I wasn't fit to write horror from the beginning to the end.

Hearing my words, Ruan Mingxue fell silent. After a long time, he whispered, "If you want inspiration, maybe, I can help you......"

When I heard this, my eyes lit up. Ruan Mingxue's words, for me, are tantamount to sending charcoal in the snow. "Sister Shuxue, do you have the material to tell me?"

"I ......" Ruan Mingxue stopped talking, obviously hesitating.

"Sister Shuxue, if you have anything to say, just say it" I was a little puzzled and said casually.

"Forget it, I still won't tell you, if something happens, it will hurt you" Ruan Mingxue sighed and kept silent.

Sometimes, the more you hide something, the more it will arouse a person's curiosity.

Ruan Mingxue was really helpless about my stalking, and in the end, she told me.

She is a member of the Mang tribe, and in her hometown, there is a terrifying legend, and that is the curse of the unique.

In the beginning, I listened purely as a story.

But what Ruan Mingxue said is really very little, I listened to a rough idea, although I generally understand what happened, but if it is used for writing, it is far from it.

I wanted to continue to ask, but Ruan Mingxue had already told me everything she knew.

At that time, my heart was itching. I know very well that this is a good material, and I must not give it up.

Coincidentally, a new tour group was set up in Nanning, focusing on Vietnamese tourism.

Not only is the price cheap, but the treatment is also good. I have a few friends, and they are all excited, after all, it is good to stay for a long time, and it is good to go out and relax.

After some discussion, I decided to take a leave of absence and followed a tour group to Vietnam with my friends.

There are four of us, Luo Xiaodi, Yang Shuting, and Zheng Kai.

All three of them were my childhood playmates. Zheng Kai is a handsome guy, he is very flowery on weekdays, don't look at his young age, he has a lot of girlfriends.

I've always hated this kind of person. But there is no way, this is a tour group, anyone who spends money can participate.

In Vietnam, it was a three-day tour, and we went to Saigon and Hanoi, taking a lot of photos along the way.

Although I don't know Vietnamese, the tour guide does. By chance, I asked her to translate to a local Vietnamese person and ask him about it.

But who knows, this is like a fuse. The first person to ask was an elderly woman. As soon as she heard the words of the tour guide, she immediately dismissed all the children playing nearby, and then quickly turned around and left.

The old man is like this, and the young one is not much better. There was a middle-aged uncle, when he heard the same thing, he hurriedly shook his head like a rattle, and quickly claimed that he didn't know.

Then, as if hiding from the plague, he fled into the wilderness.

The tour guide was careful and knew what the taboo I was asking must be, so she told me not to ask, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

Seeing this, I had no choice but to give up, and deep down, I was more and more interested in the curse of the Unique.

I have a hunch that if this story is written, it will definitely cause a sensation!