Retribution (1)

If it hadn't happened to him, Jiang Hua would never have thought that he would experience such a nightmare after he left that day.

As long as he fell asleep, he would have endless nightmares.

The content of the dream was very simple. He was trapped in a dark room with no door, and there was only a dim yellow oil lamp. Then, two people with blood flowing from the corners of their mouths and pale faces stood in front of him, with a chilling smile on their lips. The two dead faces were just a few centimeters away from his face. No matter how he hid, the distance between the two faces would not change. Even if he closed his eyes, he could still feel the cold and close.

Moreover, he knew both of them. One of them was Jiang Cuihua's husband, her Uncle Lin Shengming. The other was his cousin, Lin Hu.