The Haunted House of Seven Days

[No clichés, no invincible hero, no brainless plot, no feel-good wish fulfillment. Enter at your own risk.] ☜ In the village of the living, where miasma hangs thick in the air, every raindrop reeks of blood. Returning to his hometown on a stormy night, Lin Huaisheng never imagines that the name on the final page of the ancestral register will be written in the blood of his own kin! Seven Days to Die On the seventh night, lanterns hunt souls and flay the living. Before dawn, shadows multiply in the corners. In the ancestral hall's bronze mirror, you watch the skin peel from your face. When paper money crawls out from beneath his sister's wedding dress, he finally realizes that every bride for the past three hundred years has been a Lin daughter, skinned alive. A Cycle of Flesh and Blood The mountain god is a thousand-headed centipede sewn together from the flesh and skin of ten thousand people. Thirty vats of blood in a karst cave hold the bodies of generations of flayers. On the most horrifying night, as Lin Huaisheng grips the heart-cutting knife, he discovers that every corpse's eyes have turned into his own... (Candles weep blood, the ancestral register devours souls. Turn to the first page, and you descend into a sacrificial hell of eternal reincarnation.)