Xiaomei could feel a chill down her spine, and the hairs on her body stood up.

She struggled to control her fears, trying to rationally analyze the situation in front of her.

However, the image of Grandma became more and more real and terrifying, and the wrinkles on her face seemed to dance in the moonlight, like the claw marks of demons.

Xiaomei looked around, and the atmosphere of the room became more and more suffocating.

The wallpaper on the walls peeled off, revealing faded wall tiles that exuded a gloomy and cold atmosphere.

The chandelier in the center of the room flickered with a residual glow, casting eerie shadows dancing on the walls.

A worn-out chair in the corner creaked as if someone was rubbing against it.

Xiaomei felt an inexplicable sense of oppression, as if the whole room was approaching her.

The wind outside the window gradually became whistling, mixed with a shrill howl, as if there were countless wails and ridicule echoing in the silent night.

Grandma's voice rang out again, unusually harsh, as if mockery and cries from the abyss of hell were intertwined.

Mei-chan's heart was beating wildly in her throat, and her breathing became rapid and difficult, as if an invisible hand was tightly strangling her neck, making it impossible for her to breathe.

Her gaze turned to her grandmother again, her wrinkled face smirking and the malice in her eyes chilling.

She slowly approached Mei, and every step exuded an aura of evil, as if she was about to drag Mei into the abyss of hell.

Mei's eyes widened, and a strong fear welled up in her heart.

She clearly saw that her grandmother was holding a needle in her hand, and the needle was thin and long, like an earthworm or a long worm, shining with cold light.

Her fingers gently caressed the tip of the needle, as if feeling its sharpness and evil.

Xiaomei felt her body tremble, and cold sweat slid down her forehead.

"Grandma, what are you doing?" Mei asked, horror in her voice.

Grandma turned around, her eyes even more wild, and a strange smile on the corner of her mouth. She lifted the needle in her hand and pointed it at Xiaomei's chest.

"Xiaomei, did you see it? This needle is specially designed to pierce people's hearts" Grandma's voice was full of mockery and malice.

Xiaomei felt as if her heart had stopped beating, and she looked at her grandmother in disbelief, her face full of horror and despair.

She tried to escape from this horrible room, but her legs felt like they were being nailed to the floor, and she couldn't move.

Grandma smiled and approached Xiaomei, her eyes full of crazy and bloody desire.

Xiaomei could feel the evil aura emanating from her grandmother, as if she was no longer a gentle and kind grandmother, but a demon who wanted to devour her soul.

"Nope! Please don't! Mei let out a desperate cry, her voice echoing through the room. Tears flowed down her face, helplessness and fear written on her face.

In the silence of the night, a scream suddenly broke the silence.

Zhang Gong woke up from his dream, he opened his eyes dimly, and looked around blankly.

There was an oppressive atmosphere in the room, as if something ominous was about to happen.

He got out of bed in a daze, intending to check what was happening, but he had barely taken a step when his mother's majestic figure stood in front of him.

Strange expressions were written on her mother's face, and compassion and anticipation intertwined in her eyes. Her lips twitched slightly, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Zhang Gong felt the uneasiness in his mother's body, and he couldn't wait to ask, "Mom, what's going on?" Why are people screaming? ”

The mother shook her head gloomily, her gaze misty and deep: "Child, this is a terrible night. You shouldn't leave your room, it's too late by now. ”

Zhang Gong felt that his mother's words were full of helplessness and sadness, his heart beat faster, and an inexplicable fear arose.

He looked at his mother, trying to find the answer in her eyes, but her gaze seemed to penetrate his soul and sent chills through his heart.

"Mom, why didn't you tell me what happened? Why do I feel such fear? Zhang Gong's voice trembled, and his eyes gradually moistened.

The mother silently raised her hand and gently brushed Zhang Gong's cheek, her movements gentle and sad: "Child, this world is not as beautiful as we imagined. There are some things that you can't escape and you can't change. Now, trust me, we need to protect ourselves. ”

Zhang Gong's heart trembled, and his mind came to his mind with his grandmother's frantic eyes and the slender needle.

He snapped back to Mei's cries, the sounds of despair and fear echoing in his ears.

"Mom, what's wrong with Xiaomei? Where is she? Zhang Gong asked anxiously, a determined glint in his eyes.

The mother glanced at Zhang Gong deeply, her eyes were full of pain and helplessness: "Child, Xiaomei has left us. Her soul is consumed by evil and can never return to us. ”

Zhang Gong was startled, and his mood became even more confused, unable to understand his mother's expression and what she was saying.

He watched as his mother covered his mouth to stop him from continuing to ask questions.

There was a strange and sarcastic emotion in the mother's eyes, and the expression on her face became distorted and weird.

Zhang Gong couldn't help but feel a chill hit his heart.

At this point, the blind half-immortal stood in the shadow of the corner, his eyes covered by a thick black blindfold, unable to see his gaze.

His nose is twisted and flattened, looking like a mouse's nose, covered in thick wrinkles.

The mouth is chapped and crooked, as if it had been cut by a pair of rusty scissors.

His ears were unusually large, covering almost the entire cheek and had a strange and distorted shape.

The strange expression of the blind half-immortal became more and more obvious, and a sarcastic smile rose at the corner of his mouth, as if mocking Zhang Gong's ignorance.

I squinted my eyes and felt that there was something strange about the state of the blind half-immortal.

His eyes, covered by a white membrane, could not be seen, as if they were hiding endless secrets.

Instead of questioning him, I asked curiously, "So, are you the brother I mentioned in the story?" ”

The blind half-fairy did not answer my question directly, but continued to tell his story to himself, as if he had turned a deaf ear to my questions.

His voice was low and eerie, and every word was full of mystery.

His words fill the depiction of the environment, placing me in an eerie and eerie scene.

I felt myself drifting into the atmosphere he had created, and my mood became even more chaotic.

I tried to understand my mother's expression and what she was saying, but I felt more and more confused.