Sometimes, it's not the neighbors upstairs or downstairs or even the mice in the house making noises, but rather some eerie presence within the home.
But when you muster up the courage to turn on the lights and check, you find nothing. Eerie presences won't let themselves be seen; if you saw them, they would cease to exist.
Most eerie presences only make small, harmless noises. A few, more powerful ones, might come to your bedroom, and while you are sound asleep, they might press down upon you, with a very small chance of resulting in sleep paralysis.
Run Sheng mused, "These three people were buried here, and even in death, their sentiments linger, not wishing to let go of another?"
Li Zhiyuan glanced at the corpse wrapped in the return home net and said:
"I suspect this body is not a victim's."
"Ah, then whose is it?"
"What's the antonym of 'victim'?"
"What is it?"
"Brother Runsheng, could you lift me up? I don't want to climb up and dirty my clothes."
"Sure thing."
