This time, it is actually my

second visit to Téngjiā Village.

It is completely different from the last time.

Near dusk, there is no one at the village entrance.

Looking around, the wooden houses on both sides of the village have their doors tightly closed, and every open courtyard is overgrown with weeds.

I walked into a somewhat familiar courtyard.

The wooden door of the main house in the courtyard has several cracks, and there are spider webs at the two corners of the door frame, with two thumb-sized black spiders crawling back and forth on the web.

Staring at the spider web, a sudden dizziness hits me.

I raise my hand to press my slightly aching temple, stagger, and fall backward.

My right arm is grabbed from behind by an icy hand with no warmth.

I am startled, and with some effort, open my eyes to meet a pair of familiar eyes.

“Hán Hán.”