Long Horror Story (8)

Chapter 8: The Curse of the Bloodline Green flames flickered on the stone walls, twisting Lin Mo's elongated shadow into grotesque shapes. The coffin lid scraped with a teeth-grinding sound, finally slamming heavily onto the ground with a 'bang,' kicking up dust. Lin Mo gripped his flashlight tightly as a weapon, his body on full alert as he stared at the coffin. A figure in a long black robe slowly sat up from within the coffin. The person's hair was extremely long, covering their entire face, but when they lifted their head, Lin Mo was utterly shocked—it was none other than his father, who had been missing for many years. His father's face was extremely pale, his eyes pupil-less, only a dead, murky white. "Xiao Mo, you've finally come…" His father's voice was hoarse and hollow, like two stones grinding against each other. Lin Mo trembled and asked, "What is this place? Why are you here? What happened thirty years ago?" His father let out a low, eerie laugh. "Thirty years ago? The Lin family never disappeared; we've always been here. This mansion is a seal that needs the blood of the Lin family's direct descendants to be maintained. Did you think you decided to come here and investigate yourself? No, this mansion called to you. Our destiny flows in your blood." Having said that, his father extended his withered, eagle-claw-like hands and pointed to a huge family portrait on the basement wall. Lin Mo followed his gaze. Every Lin family member in the portrait had a hole in their chest, and the outermost human-shaped void matched his own size and shape perfectly. To be continued in the next chapter……