"My relative was so scared that they immediately sat upright. The shadow on the ceiling and the icy thing under the bed had vanished."
"However, my relative found water on their face and back, the source of which they didn't know. Also, there was this faint, decaying fish smell in their nostrils... the smell of a dead fish..."
At this point, Li Guangyou suddenly stopped, his eyes wide and his mouth agape, staring at Xiao Mu in disbelief.
When Xiao Mu mentioned the smell of dead fish earlier, he hadn't realized the problem. But when he started to recount the experiences of his relative, he suddenly made a connection and was struck dumbfounded.
"Hehe! Continue your story, don't worry."
Xiao Mu patted Li Guangyou's shoulder, comforting him.
Li Guangyou gave a bitter laugh, "The more I tell you, the weirder things seem at home."
