The Corpse-Suppressing Coffin

“Some things sound unbelievable when you say them out loud.

As far back as I can remember, I slept in a red paper coffin. My grandfather made it from bamboo strips and willow branches, woven together with red paper covered in talismans.

Every night before bed, my grandfather would set up an incense burner in front of the coffin and light three sticks of incense.

But the incense was an offering for the dead. Then he would scatter a circle of glutinous rice soaked in cinnabar around the paper coffin.

When I turned fourteen, I finally didn't have to sleep in the paper coffin anymore. Even so, my grandfather warned me never to go to the back mountain.

Over the next two years, people from the village dug up treasures in the back mountain, and every one of them got rich.

I couldn't resist going to the back mountain to try my luck, too.

I never expected...”