Behind him, hung rows of roasted ducks, with golden droplets of oil falling, exuding a tantalizing, intense aroma that wafted through the air.
Including a middle-aged woman, they all subconsciously gulped down their saliva.
A weird emotion replaced the deep-seated sorrow in their hearts.
Compelled as if by so supernatural force, the leading woman asked, "How much for one?"
The chubby man, as if he had been waiting for this, imdiately replied, "Here, only exchanges are accepted."
After saying this, his lips curled into a sinister smile, his mouth opened, revealing his yellowish-black teeth, dripping with sticky saliva.
His gaze swept over the five people as if selecting rchandise, finally settling on the strapping blonde young man. He added in a hoarse, greedy voice, "One person in exchange for one roasted duck, the cheapest on the whole street."
As if to respond to him, the sounds of consecutive windows being opened echoed. Chubby heads poked out, all staring eerily at them.
At this mont, the lights, shops, and buildings on this street... everything suddenly beca illusory, rippling as though about to vanish at any mont.
Those chubby n in chef uniforms, behind them, those "roasted ducks" seed to undergo a grotesque transformation, sprouting tentacles, pus-filled boils, and eerie eyeballs... and even more strangely, the scent of the roasted ducks suddenly intensified.
Boom!
At this, the heads of the five people felt as if they were harshly hamred, terrifying murmurs echoed, a bone-chilling aura wildly proliferated, causing hairs to stand on end and their bodies to stiffen in place like statues, daring not to move an inch.
The middle-aged leading woman, summoning her courage, stiffly turned her head, trying to see a way out at the end of the street.
But in her eyes, she could only see one roasted duck shop after another, with darkness sweeping in from afar.
Dang, dang, dang!
Quite abruptly, lodious bell chis sounded.
In their eyes, those horrifying "roasted duck shop owners" all showed expressions of terror, scurrying haphazardly back into their shops, with banging sounds continuously ringing.
Comforting lights began to go out one by one.
Boundless darkness almost instantly descended.
"Is it midnight?" a curly-haired bespectacled young man trembled as he spoke.
Without needing his reminder, they huddled together, an unprecedented fear beginning to dominate their minds.
In the darkness, the cold wind, like spider silk, wound around them, creeping into every part of their bodies through the gaps in their necks. Like fluffy snow, each flake that lted brought an increasing chill, slowing their heartbeats.
In a perspective that should have been completely dark, they suddenly saw, within the void of darkness, masses of shadows with bizarre bodies penetrate so kind of barrier, low murmurs transmitted, sticky, rotten tentacles, and huge void palms stretched out towards them.
A madness, a chaotic impulse, ford like a tide, beginning to batter their souls.
The five people all realized, would they turn into madn at this rate?
Just then, in the darkness, a faint breathing sound suddenly erged.
The bodies of the five people shook violently, the dreadful coldness, like nurous caterpillars crawling slowly up their spines.
Without warning, a fla abruptly flared up in front of the five people. Illuminated by the brilliant burst of radiance, they all suddenly saw a rag doll, erging from the darkness, seemingly crafted directly from tattered cloth dresses.
Her facial features, hands, and torso, all were crudely made and seed to have been used for a long ti, dirtied everywhere.
At this mont, the rag doll was looking at them with inky black eyes. From the darkness, a pleading voice abruptly sounded, she asked, "Madam, would you like to buy a candle?"
The middle-aged woman who was asked rapidly noticed that as the light from the candle erged, those terrifying shadows instantly dissipated.
An impulse to buy surged up.
But just as she was about to speak, a final warning from Maisy surfaced.
A terrifying dread once again dominated her mind.
She even didn’t dare to reply, only frantically shaking her head.
The rag doll’s face imdiately showed a heartbreaking look of disappointnt. She, still harboring a sliver of hope, looked towards the strapping young man, asking, "Sir, would you like to buy a candle?"
The young man, now cautioned, quickly shook his head.
The other three followed suit.
After all five people refused, although it was just a tattered rag doll, she emitted an incredibly moving look of desolation, causing a sense of guilt to cultivate in the hearts of the five, gnawing at their minds like a poisonous snake.
The first to refuse, the middle-aged woman, watching the blackened snowflakes falling on the dirtied body of the rag doll, an intensely bizarre maternal instinct overwheld her body, uncontrollably blurting out, "I’ll buy..."
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the candle in the rag doll’s hand went out.
In the final gleam of light disappearing, their eyes caught a glimpse of a rotten, ferocious face suddenly reflected.
The five people all froze in place.
A never-before experienced terror and horror was about to freeze their souls.
A burst of fla flared up again, when that brilliant radiance erged once more, the four people all saw it, standing next to them was their English teacher, Martha, who was burning like a human-shaped candle, yellowish-white wax lting down as she burned.
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