Our village holds a spirit procession every year to seek the gods’ protection. But this year, the host family hired an outsider to cosplay as a young nobleman. With a red-and-black mark between his brows, he wore a costume depicting a five-clawed golden dragon and stood right in front of the god, receiving the incense offerings meant for the deity.
The god was deprived of the incense offerings and was displeased.
But the video went viral online, and the host family made a fortune.
They tried to win people over with money so they could have me removed from my position.
I threw up my hands. “I quit. I’m done being village chief.”
Later, one by one, they suffered misfortune and came begging me to save them.
I spread my hands and said there was nothing I could do.
When the King of Hell says someone will die at the third watch, how could I dare let them live until the fifth?
