Family Conflict

When you are driven into a corner with nowhere to go, don’t forget that there is still one path behind you-crime. Remember, it is not shameful.

Many people have heard this saying, but today, I want to share my own experiences to tell you that the path of crime is not an easy one.

Online dating turned into a real-life meeting, and I asked my Boyfriend what position he liked.

He said he liked standing, and I shyly agreed.

That night, my Boyfriend died. He was sliced into half a skeleton, his flesh mangled, and died at home in a standing position.

The police traced it back to me, and I said,

Ah, didn’t he just like standing?

The apocalypse descends, and my younger sister awakens a rare Spatial Ability, becoming the darling of the group.

Yet I remain a useless burden, cast aside by my parents and boyfriend, thrown into a Zombie horde.

But what they don’t know is that I am a Linguistic Sorcerer.

As long as I speak, I can render everyone’s Superpower useless.

On a rainy night, in what used to be my home, the police discovered a decaying female corpse.

The woman’s name was Song Ling.

She was my mother’s best friend.

I livestream my mom dancing the Soul Summoning Dance.

Netizens rush to like and comment.

Only one bullet comment says: [Your mom is dancing the Soul Summoning Dance. If she dances for seven days straight, she can exchange a life.]

My hand holding the phone trembles.

Today is the seventh day.

On our wedding night, my husband’s family insisted on playing Hide and Seek.

I lay inside the wardrobe, but unexpectedly fell into a secret room behind it. Just as I was about to scream for help, a pair of icy hands covered my mouth.

“They all want to kill you. If you want to survive, don’t make a sound.”