The subsequent changes in my body started to scare me.

My face became paler, but my lips grew more vivid...

I felt lightheaded, and any slight movement made me feel like I was floating.

On the third night, I drank the charm ashes water and lay on the bed.

A shadow suddenly flashed by the bedside, and I was so frightened that my hair stood on end. I shrank under the covers.

"This is the unexpected fate of this life... not wanting to reunite in this life..."

A drumbeat echoed in my ears, followed by a sharp female voice singing an opera. The sound was sometimes near, sometimes far, and I could clearly hear that she was singing "The Casket of Qin."

"Stop singing..."

I covered my ears, but the sound was pervasive, as if the singer was right next to my ear.

"Stop singing!"

I shouted out loud, startling my aunt.

She asked anxiously from outside the door:

"Xiao Mo, what's wrong?"

As soon as I heard my aunt's voice, I quickly jumped out of bed. Just before touching the doorknob, I suddenly hesitated.

My aunt stood outside the door, but she didn't turn on the light.

The singing stopped, and my aunt stopped calling my name.

A deathly silence...

Suddenly, a hand reached in through the crack under the door and grabbed my ankle.

I screamed and fell to the ground. The nails on that hand were extremely long, digging deep into my flesh.

The pain was excruciating, and I desperately tried to pry the hand off. In my struggle, I glimpsed half a woman's face through the door crack...

She was wearing an opera costume, with heavy makeup on her face.

It was clearly nighttime, yet I saw that her eyes had no pupils, only whites!

"What are you afraid of? You are me!"

The woman laughed sinisterly, and with a forceful pull, she tore off my foot!

I screamed and fainted. When I woke up, there was no woman in an opera costume, no singing. My foot was still there, but I was lying stiffly on the floor by the door...

At this moment, the voice of the old woman with the fox face echoed in my mind:

"Do not open the door for anyone, anyone!"

On the fourth day, I learned my lesson and stayed curled up in bed.

Even when my aunt came to deliver food during the day, I didn't open the door, asking her to leave it at the door.

If I could just hold on until tomorrow night, I'd be free...

Maybe it's because I wasn't moving, but my limbs grew colder and stiffer.

My fingers were so stiff they couldn't curl, and with slight pressure, white flakes of skin would fall off.

When my arm accidentally hit the corner of the bed, I looked at the dented skin and felt no pain at all...