At midnight, red lanterns swayed on the street corners at midnight. This yellowed ancient scroll contains strange rumors passed down orally from Changbai Mountain to the thirteen provinces of Lingnan - the soul-catching bell around the waist of the corpse exorcists in western Hunan will ring on rainy nights, the eyes of Nanyang witchcraft puppets will ooze human blood, and white figures wearing embroidered shoes will always linger on the abandoned stage. Those who turn the pages of the book will witness: the headless guest wandering around the hospital morgue banging his ribs on the iron cabinet, the sound of fingernails scratching from the bottom of the carved bed in the old house of the Republic of China, and the female ghost in red smiling at the audience in the live broadcast camera of the mobile phone. When the boundary between life and death is soaked with ink, each story will cast a new shadow behind you. This book has been sealed for thirty years. Anyone who reads the entire volume will surely find a strange incident that turns into a bloodstain on the palm of his hand.
