All the illusions faded away. This small town was nothing but a nightmare used to trap Yu Jian. In this nightmare, Yu Jian was wrapped up in a thick shell, and the ghost fetus became his own mother, the person that was supposed to be closest to him. Perhaps the ghost fetus wanted to use this method to get Yu Jian to understand him, to have the boy see the effort that he had made for him. After all, they shared the same perspective and background; they were both ‘monsters’ that emanated evilness from the bottom of their hearts.
After stepping out from the iron door, gravity pulled him sideways, and he stumbled into Yu Jian’s bedroom. His eyes were red. Without missing a beat, he pulled open his backpack and took out Zhang Ya’s bedtime story. He flipped through the many pages until he found the last page.
