The richest woman in the village , Mrs. Tu Hoa, over 60 years old, has been a widow for a long time, has no children. Her villa is located at the end of the village, with high walls and closed gates, but every night  the basement light is on , although during the day it is always closed.

Recently, she has been continuously recruiting  young men to work as porters , all of them are healthy, strange men aged 18-25. But strangely:

They  only work at night , from dusk until dawn they leave the villa, then  sleep all day  in a nearby motel room, no one is allowed to enter the villa.

The villagers speculated:
— She must be digging for gold, trading in antiques or… raising pythons!
— Or she practices something… I heard that even though she is old, she still has rosy complexion and smooth skin like a thirty-year-old girl!

Until one day,  Tuan’s wife – a young man in the porter group – became suspicious because recently her husband  had become very thin , had dark circles under his eyes, and seemed exhausted every night when he came home. She decided  to secretly follow him when  he left home at 9pm.

Approaching the villa, she hid behind the bushes,  her heart pounding  when she saw the gate open slightly, a group of 3 young men led by the butler into the basement. She followed stealthily, went through the back door, then  stopped at the gap in the basement door that was slightly open …

And then,  she fell silent.

In the basement was not a warehouse, but  a room filled with black candles , in the middle was  Mrs. Tu Hoa sitting on a stone throne , wearing a blood-red cloak,  bare-chested and covered with charms , her skin smooth and shiny, without a single wrinkle. In front of her was a bronze basin filled with bright red liquid…  and Tuan was sitting motionless, eyes lifeless , as if hypnotized, his two hands offering up  an object that looked like a fresh pig’s heart .

Mrs. Tu smiled,  her eyes flashing red :
— Very good… Youthful blood is always the best nourishment. Just a few more times… I will return to the age of 35…

The wife covered her mouth,  almost screaming , but tripped over a dry branch. “Crack!” – that tiny sound was enough to make Mrs. Tu turn her head around,  her eyes looking straight at her  from a distance of several dozen meters, and  she smiled very slowly, very deeply :

CONTINUE THE STORY: “THE SECRET IN MRS. TU HOA’S BASEMENT”
(Part 2 – The Escapee)

The wife was paralyzed with panic. From inside the basement, Mrs. Tu Hoa’s red eyes pierced the darkness like a pair of evil eyes. For a moment, the air seemed to stop, all the surrounding sounds disappeared, only the sound of her heart pounding, as if it was about to burst.

“Run… run…!!” – a voice echoed in her head, but her feet seemed frozen to the ground.

Mrs. Tu said nothing. She just… stood up.

And as she took a step , the darkness in the cellar seemed to shift. The black candles burned backward, their flames twisted, then went out. A cold breath of air came from the cellar door. The wife inhaled it — and her eyes grew dizzy, dizzy .

“No! Don’t faint!” — she tried to back away, hitting the tree behind her, her hands rummaging through her pockets for her phone.

But… her phone’s battery had been removed at some point .

Inside, Tuan – her husband – was still sitting motionless. His eyes were lifeless, his face expressionless. It seemed like every cell in his body had been sucked dry .

Mrs. Tu still gradually approached the door.

When the distance was only a few meters, the wife turned and ran away .

Not daring to turn back.
Not knowing if Mrs. Tu was chasing after him or not.
Only knowing that each step was a struggle with death.

Luckily , she ran to the main alley. The first street light shone on her face when Mrs. Tu stopped at the edge of darkness , her red eyes gradually dimmed , and she disappeared into the night, leaving a soft laugh echoing in her head as if from hell.

Part 3 – Youthful Blood

The next day, the wife woke up in the hospital. It was said that she had fainted right in front of her acquaintance’s house. The police came to look for Tuan, but he had disappeared with the group of young men who had worked that night.

She told everything — but no one believed her.

Mrs. Tu Hoa still lives peacefully in her mansion , still goes to the pagoda to make offerings every week, and is still a “blessing” to the village because she is rich and often does charity work.

The villagers rumored:
– Tuan’s wife is mentally ill…
– Seeing and hearing with your own eyes and yet you make up stories.

There was only one crazy old man in the village who , when he saw her, muttered:

“I saw it before… 40 years ago… it was the same woman, and she was only… 35 years old then. She still looks exactly the same…”

Part 4 – The Curse of Forever Young

That night, the wife left the village, not daring to return.

But from afar, every year, she heard the news:

Another villager is missing.

A young man working at night did not return.

And Mrs. Tu… is getting younger and more beautiful .

No one dared to ask, no one dared to investigate.

Because every time someone doubts — they either disappear or go crazy.