In a cement double-story building in the village, a young man dressed in black lay on the bed, his eyes tightly shut.
His teeth were clenched, and his facial features wrinkled, covered with wrinkles, making his expression appear distorted and grim.
"No, don't!"
The young man muttered painfully, his fists clenched tightly by his sides, revealing bulging veins all over his skin, indicating how hard he was struggling.
However, strangely enough, his body remained straight and his legs were together as he lay on the bed, besides the constant shaking of his head, there were no other violent movements.
The entire behavior exuded an indescribable eerie feeling.
"What should we do?"
Beside the bed, an old grandpa paced around anxiously, not knowing what to do with his hands.
His family lineage had always been single-threaded and now he only had this one descendant; should anything happen to him, no one in the family could bear it.
