In the next half hour, Gao Yang exhausted all he had learned in his life, embellishing and dramatizing the story of the Ancient Village, occasionally performing awkward vocal imitations of the strange sounds on-site.

The story was full of twists and turns, eerie and bizarre, revealing both the distortion of human nature and the degeneration of morality...

As for Xia Li, perhaps her threshold was too low, or maybe she had an exceptional imagination. She clutched the pillow to her chest, her face pale, trembling occasionally, and screaming repeatedly.

One could say she was both timid and addicted.