The crow fluttered and flew away, flapping its wings.
The eerie "caw caw" filled with ominous meaning, suddenly the wind in the corridor of the shed area became chilly, the wind passing through gaps, through door crevices, through windows, sharp like a woman covering her face, crying… laughing… crying and laughing…
...
Brother Xiong had been busy all day, bought some liquor, drank to his heart's content, then lay down in the tent set up by the caravan in the wilderness, and slept on his side.
After a while, his dream gradually deepened.
Suddenly, his body started to tremble, his breathing became rapid, his chest heaving as though he had run desperately for thousands of meters.
In the dream, he suddenly appeared in a room.
The room was eerie, deathly silent.
The light at the window was dazzling.
In front of the window was a white figure.
Brother Xiong wanted to move, but couldn't.
He wanted to speak, but couldn't.
Suddenly, a childish giggling came from behind him.
