Duan Sishu also thought about when Feng Nianian was six or seven years old, she once fell into the lake. That time, she got seriously ill and after waking up, she didn't feel anything unusual, but Feng Jin said their daughter had changed a bit, became less talkative, and seemed much more introverted. And in the same year, their son died, killed by a falling flowerpot. Since then, the family felt it was a place of sadness. After handling the son's funeral, they left that small town.
Could it be... at that time, had her daughter really been replaced by this so-called Nightmare? Was it really her who had caused the deaths of her husband, son, and those nephews?
Thinking of this, Duan Sishu couldn't help but feel a chill of fear, and she shivered. Recently, she had been sharing the same bed with this daughter... Just thinking about it sent shivers down her spine.
Compared to Duan Sishu's fear, Madam Xin's heart was clutched by pain.
