When the Empty Coffin Opened, the Bullet Comments Told Me to Run

I thought I was just acting in a horror movie, until I climbed into that suspended red coffin at Lijia'ao.

The coffin lid opened by itself. It was empty inside, but the livestream screen on my chest filled with blood-red comments:

Streamer! The baby in the red bellyband is clinging to your back!

There was no film crew, no extras, only a murderous village that devoured people, little ghosts singing nursery rhymes, and a red coffin waiting for me to lie inside.

And I was the living sacrifice who had delivered himself right to their door.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.