Seven years after I died, my wife dug up my body with her own hands.
But she threw my bones to the wild dogs, telling me to stop playing dead.
To force me, the scumbag who had abandoned her, to show myself and admit my wrongdoing, she burned my parents to death in front of my grave, broke both my sister's arms and legs, and starved our daughter to death.
But she didn't know that I had been dead for seven years.
Seven years ago, I died in a collapsed illegal coal mine while trying to raise enough money for her leukemia surgery.
