Emily opened her mouth and choked. "That was a night four months ago. Not long after we moved in, I was taking a walk in the district. I saw the faces of the few people on the publicity board in the corner and crossed them with big red ink. I chatted with them and asked them about what happened back then. That night, I had a nightmare… I dreamed that the four evil people killed many old people and children with knives and even humiliated and killed women… They were too fierce. Boohoo… I had a psychological trauma and had nightmares every night, so I wanted to worship them and escape the sea of suffering…"
Everyone was stunned. What kind of ridiculous reason was this? The evil people had killed thirty innocent old people, women, and children, turning innocent people into vengeful spirits. Emily felt uneasy in her dreams. Shouldn't she worship the people who were killed? Why did she worship the murderer?! They couldn't figure it out!
