“My name is Zhou Tong.

I don't know if this letter can be seen.

However, even if someone saw it, I was probably dead at that time.

Because, my father is coming back!

That lunatic is coming to find me!

Well, instead of being entangled by fear every day, it is better to die.

While I am still rational and have not completely collapsed, I will write down all the experiences I have experienced during this period.

If anyone sees this letter, please give it to the Lord of the Evil Suppression Division, only they can handle such a thing.

I can't escape, but I don't want the same thing to happen to others again.

Everything starts two months ago.

At that time, my family was pretty good and my parents were alive.

My father is a stint. This job is very dangerous. He lives a life of blood licking from a knife. However, in order to support his family, his father had to choose this business.

My mother usually takes some work to make up for the family. Although she is not rich, the family is still happy.

But the good times didn't last long. Since my mother died of wind and cold two months ago, the family has gradually changed.

My father and mother had a deep relationship. His mother's death had a great blow to him. After that, he stopped going to the escort agency. He drank so much that he lived in a daze all day.

In just half a month, the person lost his bones.

I saw it and was very worried. I just lost my mother, so I didn’t want anything else to happen to my father.

Fortunately, after a few more days of depression, my father suddenly felt refreshed.

He didn't know who he was going to visit somewhere to pray for ghosts and gods.

It is said that all those who have been there can get what they want and forget their worries, which is very effective.

When talking about this, my father seemed to have grabbed the life-saving straw, his eyes were hot.

But my first reaction was to stop my father.

After all, the government has always strictly prohibited the people from building lewd temples and worshiping and worshiping some fantasy ghosts and gods. It is said that it will cause disasters, and all those who gather incense to guide the people's beliefs will be beaten as evil demons.

However, although the government explicitly prohibits it, people have been secretly visiting ghosts and gods to pray for blessings.

Alas, there is no way, the world is too chaotic, human life is too cheap, and everyone's life is too difficult.

After all, if you were not desperate in the face of life, who would have put your hope on those illusory ghosts and gods?

I had the intention to dissuade me, but when I looked at my father's haggard look, I didn't say it until I spoke.

But what I never expected was that this difference in thought became the beginning of my nightmare encounter later. My peaceful life was broken and everything took a sharp turn.

I will never forget that day.

My father went out mysteriously early in the morning, and I don’t know where to go. After all, this kind of activity has been hit hard by the government and has been secretly carried out.

At dusk, when bright red clouds rose in the sky, my father came back.

He called me excitedly as soon as he arrived at the door.

I ran out of the room and found that he was holding an object half a person in his arms, wrapped tightly in red silk cloth.

I went up to me and asked curiously what it was.

He happily said that this was an ornament carved by a master himself. Regular worship would allow my mother to have peace there and also be a house-keeping effect.

As he said that, he uncovered the red silk cloth.

When I saw the ornament, I couldn't help but be stunned.

I saw that the wood carved face was exactly the same as my mother's face, like a real person, but there were four black scorpion tails blooming around like petals.

The human face and scorpion tail, this weird combination gives me an indescribable sense of evil.

I felt uneasy for no reason and subconsciously persuaded my father to throw away the statue.

But when I said the word "throw away", my father, who had always been kind, suddenly became furious and stared at me fiercely with a gloomy look that I had never seen before.

The red light burning clouds like blood shone on my father's face, and he seemed to have become a different person.

The instantly changing ferocious expression made my spine chill.

I subconsciously took a step back.

The father walked into his mother's mourning hall with a calm face and placed the wood carving in the center of the altar.

It has changed...

Everything changed next...

Since bringing the statue back, my father has never left the house and spent most of the day in the mourning hall.

Every night, I could hear his low voice in the mourning hall.

I'm very puzzled.

There are only two of us at home, who is my father talking to?

Talking to yourself?

or……

In addition to the low voice, there are often some sour sounds in the mourning hall in the middle of the night.

Crack creak creak creak.

It seems that someone is cutting something with a saw.

All of this made me feel creepy.

My father's temperament became more and more strange, his gloomy expression was engraved on his face like a mask, and his tone of speech became cold and stiff, with a completely straight line.

I'm giving me an indescribable...

The unspeakable false feeling is like a living dead person who lost his soul!

I was very scared, and I thought of some bloody events caused by offering sacrifices to ghosts and gods, and wanted to go to the Evil Suppression Officer who specializes in dealing with evil and evil events.

But it's too late, I can't get out at all!

Eye!

Bloody eyes!

I was going crazy, no matter where I was, I felt a pair of blood-colored eyes looking at me!

I know that is my father's eyes!

My father is watching me!

He has been looking at me!

When I was in the yard, when I was having a meal in the room, and when I was bored to read the script, I could feel a staring look, burning behind my back like a substance.

Several times I woke up in the middle of the night, and I saw a dark shadow standing beside the dark window.

Just stood quietly.

Looking at me silently.

Whenever I want to go out to report to the official, the gaze behind me becomes hotter and hotter.

Can't go out!

You must not go out!

My body’s instinct tells me that once the door is opened, something bad will happen!

I couldn't go out, so I could only hope for the neighbors around me. When I found something wrong at home, I reported to the official to rescue me in time.

But hope shattered like a bubble.

My father is very popular, and he is surrounded by old neighbors who have been with him for many years. In the past, acquaintances would visit him every now and then.

But now, all the familiar faces disappeared.

My house seems to have been forgotten.

What makes me even more uneasy is that on weekdays, I can always hear the sound of children fighting and quarrels from adults in the alley outside, but now, the surroundings have become very quiet, and there is no sound at all, and even the sound of insects and birds are gone.

This place seemed to have become a quiet place, with only the whispers and cutting sounds coming from the mourning hall in the middle of the night.

No one speaks, no one communicates, the scorching eyes behind, the silence around him as night...

I feel like I'm going crazy.

It must be that statue!

That's an ominous thing!

It's it!
To be continued...