"How could a living person suddenly disappear just because of taking a picture?"
Xu Yichao felt a shiver run down his spine, overwhelmed with a lingering fear. Even though he had experienced strange events as a child, what had just happened was still beyond comprehension for him.
Compared to the shattered meat seen at the butcher shop and being chased by the Butcher, such bizarre occurrences that defy logic and science chilled him to the bone even more.
It's like someone summarized the difference between foreign horror and domestic horror.
In foreign horror, ten people go climbing, and only one returns.
In domestic horror, ten people go climbing, and eleven return.
The feeling is completely different, and the level of horror can't be compared!
The urge to urinate surged along with the chill straight to his brain; Xu Yichao shuddered, took out his phone, and grew restless.
