When I was ten years old, my grandma's coffin fell from the sky.
The next day, Uncle Cui, who was wearing a woman's wedding dress, hanged himself from a locust tree.
On the third day, the chicken holding the coffin and the coffin bearer also died.
On the fourth day, the person who helped exorcise the ghosts was also heartbroken to death.
The rooster crows on the fifth day. I wonder if there is anyone alive who can hear it...
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Already listened (just to prove that I have been here)
Already listened (just to prove that I have been here)