A Hundred Corpses Rise, Ghosts Veil the Eyes

[Traditional folk customs and the supernatural + Chinese-style horror + no mindless power fantasy + brain-teasing mysteries + thrilling suspense] My name is Sun Wei, and I was born in Baitang Village. Our village has a tradition: on New Year's Eve, we set up a stage at the village entrance and put on an opera. The living sit on the bench to the left. The bench on the right is reserved for the air. In past years, everything went smoothly. But this year, something strange happened. Especially after I went to the toilet, I saw the red lanterns glow with a baleful light. I saw the bench on the right... and even the opera stage...