This old lady... she looks a bit familiar...
She resembles a portrait from the coffin shop we passed just now, but I can't be entirely sure.
However, the scent of burial soil on her is undeniably strong.
It's as if she's just crawled out from an old grave, her pointed nails filled with black mud.
"I'm not going, I'm waiting for someone here." My palms are sweating as I tightly grip the can of Eight-Treasure Congee.
Just like how dogs are particularly drawn to people who fear them, the more scared I am of her, the more excited she seems in her bones.
The old lady grabbed my wrist and proceeded to pull me in one direction, with such force that I feared she might break my bones. "Having met me, whether you want to go or not, you have to go with me."
"Do you want to invite my daughter-in-law to drink soup? Take me along with you?" Just then, a sudden kick sent the old gray-haired woman flying.
