Ghost Luck Peach Blossom

Don't let the female ghost touch the red line on your wrist." When I rushed into the mourning hall clutching the demon-collecting bottle left by my grandfather, thick black blood was seeping out from the seams in Brother Qin Qi's coffin - the pool of blood twisted into the word "Liu'er" next to his name. When I returned to the village to exorcise ghosts three days ago, I never expected that the ghost that had haunted him for three lifetimes would be released by me myself: the little finger of the left hand of the female corpse that my grandfather had locked with a red rope was missing, and now the severed finger of Qin Qi's newlywed wife was stuck in the crack of the old well, and the same faded red rope as mine was tied around her wrist...