On the day my grandma passed away, a black cat jumped into the coffin. There is a saying here that it is unlucky for a black cat to enter the coffin. It was too late. With the villagers fleeing in all directions, my grandfather and I were the only ones left in the yard. However, the corpse fraud had just begun...
The village fell into panic, and grandpa handed me the ancestral evil-exorcism artifact.
