Zimusha: Notes on a Living Burial

Before my grandfather died, he forced me to marry a white jade coffin that had just been unearthed. He said, this is the betrothal gift for the third generation of my family to avoid death in infancy. On the wedding night, the "bride" in the coffin climbed onto my bed. She had no face, only a baby mask exactly like mine. Since that day, the living people around me began to disappear one by one, and corpse spots appeared on my body. I desperately wanted to escape, but I discovered an even more terrifying truth: I'm not living, I'm rotting. And that thing hiding in the coffin is waiting for me to return this skin to Him. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.