O Pesadelo Chegou
O chefe da aldeia disse: “Quando escurecer, tranquem bem portas e janelas, acendam as lamparinas e não acreditem em nada que venha de fora.” Este mundo está cheio de maldições e estranhezas. As flores exuberantes que brotam da terra árida carregam veneno mortal. O medo e a ganância alimentam frutos doces. Este é um mundo onde “os homens comem homens”. Luo Bin: “Coincidência, no mundo de onde venho, as pessoas também comem pessoas.”
O Pesadelo Chegou
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“The oil lamp’s mouth was filled, the incense ash blocked his airway, and Little Shan still hasn’t awakened. We can only cremate him.” The man’s voice was heavy.
“No, no! My son is still breathing! Save him—quickly, think of something to save him!” the woman sobbed.
“These are the village rules. Little Shan was killed by an evil spirit, and the nail of his left pinky was taken as well. It’s almost dark. If we don’t burn him now, he’ll become an evil spirit too!” The man’s tone was utterly resolute.
Luo Bin slowly opened his eyes.
His mouth was sticky, foul, and bitter. His nose felt as though it had been sealed with cement, making it difficult to breathe.
Orange flames gathered beneath an oil lamp covered in green patina, which hung from the roof beam by a thin iron chain.
Where was this? This wasn’t a hospital.
A stabbing pain shot through his little finger, and Luo Bin instinctively raised his hand.
He actually managed to lift it!
He was clearly a paralyzed patient who could not move from the neck down. Had he regained his senses? A medical miracle?
A wave of heat surged in from his right and slapped him across the face. Luo Bin instinctively turned his head and saw a neat stack of firewood piled more than three feet above him. Every stick was wrapped in yellow talisman paper.
A crematorium? Was he lying on a cremation platform?
Right. Someone nearby had mentioned cremation.
His mouth was too slippery for his tongue to exert any strength, and his nose was hopelessly blocked,
