The Story of Tianshi Coming Down from the Mountain

Twenty-four coffin lids fell to the ground. Twenty-four skeletons wearing various costumes appeared in front of us, with forty-eight black eye sockets facing us, just facing each other, and none of us moved. Suddenly there was an eerie sound of the flute, and I felt the hairs on my back stand up. A Tu whispered: "This is the sound of the flute, which is a minority democratic instrument." Then a gust of fragrant wind drifted by, and the twenty-four skeletons turned into twenty-four beauties and appeared in front of us. Stretch your sleeves and dance gracefully. The dance is so beautiful...