Justice By Faith

Ling Ping'an took the lacquer box upstairs and placed it on the top of the refrigerator.

He yawned and walked into the bedroom. He immediately tucked himself into the bed after putting off his slippers.

Even though he wasn't cold.

But...

This was a habit.

Winter had arrived. He had to respect winter!

Soon, he fell into a deep sleep and entered a sweet dream.

When he fell asleep, little monsters of the size of pigeons came out of the illusion.

They surrounded the lacquer box on the top of the refrigerator.

The colorful lacquer box was surrounded by spiritual light.

Twisted tentacles extended from the bellies of these little monsters.

The tentacles slowly touched the lacquer box.

The color on the lacquer box faded, revealing its essence.

Rotten, broken and demonic mist surrounded it.

These tentacles rolled out a broken invitation card from the rotten lacquer box.