[Suspense and supernatural + horror folk + Maoshan Taoism]
My grandfather is a soul-caller, my father is a soul-caller, and now I am also a soul-caller.
Whoever has lost his soul from all over the country, whose child cries in the middle of the night, whose yard has a strange smell of incense, must be looking for my house to do something.
Grandpa often said: "If someone calls your name at night, don't look back. If someone calls you by the water, run away. If one day you find yourself spinning in circles repeatedly..."
Then stop struggling. Your uncles, aunts, grandparents, and grandparents are probably already burning paper at the entrance of the village, muttering: "Burn more, I'm afraid this kid won't be able to come back, so he won't have to drink the northwest wind over there."
I always thought this was just a story told by the older generation to scare children, until that day
——My father went to call for his soul, but he disappeared overnight.
Some people said that he was dragged away by a water ghost, some said that he violated the taboo of calling souls, and some said that he actually discovered an old thing buried in the reservoir, and ended up being targeted.
But no matter what the truth is, I have to get my father back.
So, I put on the copper bell, picked up the spiritual lantern, and walked down the stone steps of the reservoir...
As a result, I shouted, and a familiar face floated on the water, opened his eyes and smiled at me,
"Baby, why don't you come down?"
