Hundreds of Ghosts Carrying the Coffin

That year, a little baby with a bellyband knocked on the door in the middle of the night. That year, there was a woman in red sitting in the living coffin. That year, there were even hundreds of ghosts carrying living coffins in the human world. That year, someone told me that I should run away immediately if I encountered "red coffins carrying coffins, ancient trees crying and blood, and golden Buddhas turning around." But how did I know that sometimes, no matter how big the world is, it is not as big as a living coffin. No matter how far I run, I can't escape the words life and death.